We often think of worth in stacks of money
also we think of sweet, in combs of honey...
I promise to stand behind you when you are ahead
though I know there are many things left best...
Well, what was lost
has been found, sounds...
A free for all
is free for me...
Funny the song is so long
My fingers on frets, my head's on the rail...
There once was a fine club that flowed like the...
Aye ,I was a taker, sunshine was the giver...
Whispers here
Whispers there...
Poop is smelly, sultry, deep
and full of secrets richly steeped...
It starts at evening, the silent weave of scent
billowing through the door, seeping in the carpet...
(M4y 11, 2009 @ 7:39pm)
Pack up the mics...
If I stuck my elbow in my ear
I would be double jointed...
Some say I sound rehearsed,
that my rhymes are nursed...