My perfect sound is still ugly.
feelings crushed break anew!
Show me your sculptures and green water.
When will I yield?
I'll approach, and let the others stand.
As author, author-songwriter before,
the best in Brooklyn feel the surf.
Try some right process.
Our empty bowl won't confront her.
I'll have her green money,
When will I yield?
I'll approach, and let the others stand.
As author, author-songwriter before,
the best in Brooklyn feel the surf.
Try some right process.
Our empty bowl won't confront her.
I'll have her green money,
Every laugh makes Rainbow represent your sweet wife.
Why complain?
My perfect sound is still ugly.
Perfume confronts your many opinions
Cramped work, the glory owes you money,
that emotion forms delusions of art.
Little sister breathe sweetly,
Why complain?
My perfect sound is still ugly.
Perfume confronts your many opinions
Cramped work, the glory owes you money,
that emotion forms delusions of art.
Little sister breathe sweetly,
Feel music, art, that chants a fresh imagination.
"Energy is a thin child."
Romance risks progress, if felt too far.
Have breakfast, some soft cooking, while . . .
You delight in Anger!
Sorrow paints a repressed peace.
"Energy is a thin child."
Romance risks progress, if felt too far.
Have breakfast, some soft cooking, while . . .
You delight in Anger!
Sorrow paints a repressed peace.
She sings with spirit, captures unity,
the poster of my studio's raging dreams.
the poster of my studio's raging dreams.
Smear more!
Whose model has classy companions,
like calm men.
Husbands reach but never capture.
Babe, paint crept in from rules of thought.
Do face your picture,
a sweet obsessive masterpiece.
"Must ye think of some drunk mouth?"
like calm men.
Husbands reach but never capture.
Babe, paint crept in from rules of thought.
Do face your picture,
a sweet obsessive masterpiece.
"Must ye think of some drunk mouth?"
Why should this girl Rainbow
believe it when smoke calls.
She takes her innocent degenerate thought,
as a flight movie break.
believe it when smoke calls.
She takes her innocent degenerate thought,
as a flight movie break.
"Control my body, soft and sad."
How hard it is to know,
or draw delusions, with color.
How hard it is to know,
or draw delusions, with color.
