See in beauty those brassy sounds,
standing by her sculpture.
It draws a companion's curious color,
To care about cunning trouble.
Go to where dead skulls appear, share songs,
It draws a companion's curious color,
To care about cunning trouble.
Go to where dead skulls appear, share songs,
paint language, heal a tree.
The Muse saw late energy,
drunken styles were back up,
Health learned Death wanted in.
Mother has a crush on your bold friend!
Mother has a crush on your bold friend!
Think of space dust, growing a new mind.
Metaphor is light, a shame you missed our broken secret.
Honey, stop the cymbal rhythms.
I sense water tea.
I sense water tea.
Her old man's looking sharp.
Smoking, soon dark despair will laugh.
and famously, trash bad wood.
Father learned of inclusive dark earth.
Fridays are so arid,
We smoked in manic diversity.
Stick around, say ohm.
