Grey and Wet, but giving me life

Trees sitting still in autumn rain

Sometimes, music comes to me 

Pain, goes and sits and watches

It’s just a reminding present 

Of my body’s sore and broken promises 

Past my mistakes and indeed was it fate?

Decided and debating and devised 

In my head it’s always active like a new hive

White is my life, grey woman is my namesake 

But new green, shoots and roots

Grow in my hair

I’m sure they’ll be the new trees ready to stand 

Still in the autumn rain

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Rick and brother 

1. I’m just as bad as all of the rest

Telling the truth today 

It’s just a featherweight fighting for rate

Getting the bell because it’s used

Stony sand and a beer in a half pint 

Singing with motorcycles blooms 
Chorus:

But I don’t see how

Rick and his brother still love 

It’s all 9 hells and a few more to quell

Just down and down and down and down


2. I’m just as hurt as the man in the pond

Shooting up black opium

Hark the herald devils singing you home

Warehouse spaces left empty

Homeless emotions see the memory

Murder distance from trendil energies 

Folded, tangled, grew the wispers 

Downloaded the bedrooms windows, on a cloth like the soft cheeks of a child

Pound by pound, led by a painters sunflower I’m hastily called by the mild taste of saffron 

Powerful violins strike a standard, paved by guilty dogs of war

Sour and dulled by storms passing along the craven hills, mauled my ancheint understandings 

Screens capped by hail, flashing flasks of festival wines 

Trap, trap, the folded tangled, growing wispers 

The facilities of a rose

Do not forget the power of a rose

It’s wise words to those who know

The rose comes with not thorn, but prickles that I can assure you do not tickle

Should you come across a wild thickit; I advise that it’s not a place where in to play cricket 

The sunny maze I’d welcome in flower, from now till the dying hours

Piece of the rose, it’s wise words to those who know 

Spiders, birds, books, wombats, nerds

Riding the noises in the forest fae

Spiders, birds, books, wombats, nerds

Strange library, evergreen, oh don’t mind me

Pinky promises flowering essence, cool Ghostly presence

Little strange new dreams of machines, none of them clean 

Rocky colors, shook the duller capture 

Fresh kill to the bones of the Trill, they’re after the carrion fill 

Hot cups, gimlet luck, blue blood, true mud

Flicking others, shadows like cothered muffeled mussel 

Dripping with spite their is the spike, and the hill of the place of the armsted respite 

Besides that their it is, a spokesman for the next new species 

A fairy and a robot, a gathering thought, waves

It’s hand is up, sucking on the teat

Newborn, but not a newcomer

How quickly will it learn? 

Of the spiders, birds, books and nerds? 

Longest canopy tendrils

Be sentenced, denting the nose of ticklish airs

Gum to you the sky is the only thing to reach 

Opening up to you she heard your crazy cries

Wearing earrings on your branches, the company of the sun

Access the vessel in cloudscape to wounderd drops 

Grasping the points on your faces infamy, you poison the growths 

The sentence is completely done, denting this nose in ticklish airs

Koala, never a bear

Laughing at the infamy of rounded streets

I’ll just tend to this way

Another day away

Into, into the handsome maze

speak to call it a labrynth 

Mountains walking above the lakes

The valleys of the voted men

Seeking words of pages tuned

The mothers messages cross as moths

They bring notes of changes to come

No motel for them to stay

During his concerto, he was interrupted

Wizard standing their, and finds the best is just to spread out the and tuck them 

His pokers face shows no sign

We stand surrounded by million years

Then in laughter of the chaos

Then will the melted anger become stone