I Heard About The News
I heard about the news I must admit I was confused
To be informed by an occasion on your wall
But such is our time and as such you should never mind
Or be offended by the fact I haven’t called
The moment in the south when I had words stuck in my mouth
I should have known to be a shoulder not a friend
But right when I would try to put the tear back in my eye
Yer need for care and consolation came to end
Cuz now your old woman does
Reside free from all this fuzz
She peeks from a-nother hatch
Lest you from your purpose be detached
The trips that you would take to up in France the hour late
Don’t ever dare to doubt a moment of it’s price
The only thing I know to be derived and make us grow
Is to be fond of our faults that will suffice
So now is not the time to rearrange your face it’s fine
You can depend on my opinion in this case
Go rest your weary head and do forget what I have said
I’m only sending my support and touching base
Cuz now your old woman does
Reside free from all this fuzz
She peeks from a-nother hatch
Lest you from your purpose be detached
Recording a new song today
A tough one, about life and the end of it. No promises about it being online tonight, but we’ll push hard.
Biased And Illusioned By Your Guise
Biased And Illusioned By Your Guise
He said “I wish”
I said “I’m glad
I could see you
Soon” at the least
She said I’m a fish
You said why a that
Are them pisces
Gone and deceased
Then the two of you were fighting in the mud
Pounding on your breasts and on your tris
Forcin’ me to leave my neutral habitat
Biased and illusioned by your guise
While her head blushed
For the first time
She accused me of
Ratting on her
With a pledge hushed
Her a-jaws opined
“Will you step aside please
Will you sir”
She proclaimed our contact now to be a-cut
Leavin’ me with questions and with cries
Forcin’ me to leave my neutral habitat
Biased and illusioned by your guise
He had quite a tale
And a story yes
But a boring one
Of physique
He could paint quite well
A premiere I guess
That’s the first time that I
Touched your cheek
But don’t you ever ask me why the Jesuit did spat
From the tree under which you improvised
Forcin’ me to leave my neutral habitat
Biased and illusioned by your guise
We are healthy souls
Walk on wealthy soles
Flaunt brocade with our
Father’s dirty cash
But the stones in my way
have all crumbled to clay
Guess my life is
An empathy cache
But I would rather skip the twentyseven club
Favoring the Wolfgang thiryfive
Forcin’ me to leave my neutral habitat
Biased and illusioned by your guise
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