Words: Tyler McGee
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I kissed the wind and
it gave up its
secret .
It is not a sloppy
kisser ,
this
wind , seesnowlitlights shimmer
it is
like starlight on your wondrous
skin firefliesflitterby
freedomfacing
astoundme
glimmersweetdreamer you are → LIFE.
be a friend ,
good man .
glimmersweetdreamer you are → LIFE.
be a friend ,
good man .
twisting fill and like business
shaping forms feel no ones
shaping forms feel no ones
We scream:
For more Dreams
Tunes wreak a breakbeat havok
Onto these brokeback dancers
And smooth-move-spirits flutter by
Bust out the big tunes, the
jokes grooves, the fit moves
Don't hold back just
releaseinto the beat every
thing dropsinto the blue
sky we love and leave clues
release
thing drops
sky we love and leave clues
I spot an angel dropping out of
aether a silversweating some
lifechild herself some queen
of the darkened streets with
the very-moonshine her train
and gown. A Queen of Mabs
A Golden Sunrise of Glory.
aether a silversweating some
lifechild herself some queen
of the darkened streets with
the very-moonshine her train
and gown. A Queen of Mabs
A Golden Sunrise of Glory.
Sweetsister
she is the wind
She is graciouskind
a pearl of great price
of wisdom
simply a pearl
she is the wind
She is graciouskind
a pearl of great price
of wisdom
simply a pearl
or a diamond.
WE = FREE
WE BUST OUT
WE WREAK FREEDOM OVER
THE LANDSCAPE DROP IT LIKE
!BOMBS!
cR\\aZy ghostown blues I!DON!T!BELIEVE!THEM!
thebluesarenow
gold
the bluesarenow snow
the blues arenow old
the blues are nowhere
the bluesarenow snow
the blues arenow old
the blues are nowhere
Break out of
the Clouds
like the sunray
like the moonlight
like the motherfucking rain.
I believe in the growth and direction of the race of Adam. Eves children they are
more free than this they dream bigger dreams than obscene concrete
We are the cracks
We are the grass
WearealiveandwhatmorecouldIevenaskfor?
like the sunray
like the moonlight
like the motherfucking rain.
I believe in the growth and direction of the race of Adam. Eves children they are
more free than this they dream bigger dreams than obscene concrete
We are the cracks
We are the grass
WearealiveandwhatmorecouldIevenaskfor?
good night
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