You missed my son,
and our grandfather, alive, Arvo
As author-songwriter,
you became a perfect dirty rose,
An emotional aesthete,who never dry-smoked, a companion.
I have obdurate form.
Mom chose us and Metaphor,
sounds that comfort us.
Trusted we'd join you, let passion become art.
"Ninety learned demands our best",
See all you heard.
Understand the absurd innocent wife,
won't cover for the son.
In all ways, she spun a beautiful, faithful breath instrument.
I was in pain, with our nervy abuse.
"Actor!"
I was in pain, with our nervy abuse.
"Actor!"
Is this how you verse of Moon?.
My dark angel at night . .
Go openly with the story of the strange doctor.
Take good nerve, my homey, in time.
I must thank-you, Father. Suffering in the dark,
unity drew a witch's romance.
Only today you will model,
Tomorrow is on top of you, so choose.
May we present psychedelic observations?
Only today you will model,
Tomorrow is on top of you, so choose.
May we present psychedelic observations?
The Grand River dressed every idea with sugar.
My dark angel at night . .
Go openly with the story of the strange doctor.
Take good nerve, my homey, in time.
We hold the loathsome babbling process . . .
So my sane wife, pities me.
"Daddy! Such memories are insane!"
She chants from water.
So my sane wife, pities me.
"Daddy! Such memories are insane!"
She chants from water.
