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is in the songs I sing

Hope I'll beat the industry
Lay under the spindle tree
Maybe we can fall asleep 
Living life divinity

uber alles

Put down your spindle, or your plough
Put down your laptop, do it now
Christmas spirit, here today
She will blow you all away

Day 5,6,7,8

In the year of 1970
Underneath the old smogberry tree
First was heard a man that we all know
The one and only Dr. Demento

Nixon, Ford, and Carter,

In the year of 1970
Underneath the old smogberry tree
First was heard a man that we all know
The one and only Dr. Demento

Nixon, Ford, and Carter,

tree
Blowing a ounce till its empty
Ice cream cake with cookies
Nigga you smoke like a rookie
Sipping on limited release
Bad yellow bitch on me
I wanna

Alleviate the imagery, chaos in my welders mask
Stuck in a decision tree of skills and buffs I'll never have
Harrowed by the holes in me, what's

your eyes from the watch tree cause she's watching
Oh, we're living in a smoke screen feeling like a woke dream love
Picking up the dry seed caught up in

wrapped in a wreath,
Where the old bark is peeling,
There is new wood beneath,
The Spindle and the Vine,
The branches all entwined,
In the old sacred grove,

Live a little
Live a little
My bitch on the sideline saying
Live a little

Rip the spindle
Put the the spinner on the kindle
Drink a beer in twenty

seraph's wellspring
Willow whispers
Arbors' arch
Far parish bells ring
Kindles sparks
Spindle starts
Marked perished cells
Ink
Silver quill
Thimble's fill

thanks
We give praise. 

Elate my energy
The spirit of the forest
Pick the fruit off the tree
Variations of the orange.
Rainbow my plate
Smoothie so

the words I await

I know things lately haven't been simple
Moirai seems to love to watch things just dwindle
And as they twist the fibres upon their spindle

your finger on the spindle
Of my spinning wheel
From your lonely tower

A prisoner of circumstance
See me carried off the field
Blood on my broken lance

Big star on the deep blackboard
Of human destiny,
Exchange a smile with a melting gun
Sun and spindles,
The game is now,
Not yesterday,
Not tomorrow