I hope the stress don't kill me
They chip away my heart, expect a coin to fill me
Oh man, my joy so filthy
I pray to some, I'm still me
But boy these demons gleaming, scheming, preaching, leave them
We'll deceive him, he's believing, say we're on his team then
But I've been bleeding, wounds have deepened when I chained my freedom
Reason weakened, beaten, ripping curls like I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Kenan
They think I'm beaming, I'm the beacon of the young and decent
When I'm in this shell committing treason
You see the truth is that I'm often blue
So many cracks in the ceiling, I tried to mend them with glue
What a profession
Sleep in sessions, curse or blessings, need refreshing
See progression 'cause I beat depression
They throwing pills like M&M's and I'm hoping they don't relapse
On stage, the crowd yelling, don't get lost in feedback
My boo said I should take it slow, wish I could heed that
Without the burning of a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ greenback







"Problems come in threes
Then we beat 'em down
It's nothing when compared
To the hangovers, we've shared

But rent's on time
We've got cigs and cheap red wine
Come on and share my table
And pour your heart into mine

Time can be so blunt till it's no fun
But all in all, time's treated us fine
Time can be so blunt till it's no fun
But all in all, time's treated us fine"

--Putting a break here cause that's a long one--

You'd be like heaven to touch
Just make my dreams come true
Heaven to touch
Just let that dress undo
Heaven to touch, spellbound
Show me that you feel the same
You'd be like heaven to touch
Got Nirvana running through my veins

I've got problems
Not just the ones that are little
It's those people problems
That's something to consider
When you come for dinner at my place

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record

(Are you feelin' blue?)
Through and through and through
(Where we find you now?)
Around, around, around

Now I'm the other man
No one's rooting for me
If I'm the other man
Nature will abhor me

I heard once that it don't make sense
To build a wall where you shoulda put a fence
I heard twice you should not put me
Where you put a fridge, a couch and a TV

Blink at the knifelight swathe me in mesh
The water, it’s cold like when I kneel at Death’s Gate
I’m a bringer of siege
A ground pig who awaits it’s master
A living monument to a fallen soldier
Let me lie awake now
And condense this fog into nada
Bring me to harbor
Bring me to harbor

After tonight if you don't want this to be
A secret out of the past
I will resurrect it, I'll have a good go at it
I'll streak his blood across my beak
Dust my feathers with his ash
I can feel his ghost breathing down my back

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. Peace.

"Salt for salt and bone for bone" Ebb and Flow - Brown Bird