surferrrs earrrr ya im deaf
had alotta hearing but noww not much left
i got da surferss earrrr ya it suckss
all da **** u's an little *****
I can't hear no mo oh no no
yell in my ear an ya betta talk slow
i cant hear no mo

my guitars a little off tune
my shoes are bright as moon
fashion late as noon and
my rent is a comin up soon
well. rents paid
todays made and todays always promised
resting,lying in truth humble an honest
anxiously waiting for the moment thats calmest.

stood on the bow of my boat, drifting,
sifting thru my thoughts,
as if the heaviest n most precious ones
would show and the smile would be non stop.
Maybe i thought their worth was increasing,
later to find out what i wanted was not just as pleasing,
but everyting around me was the reason I'm breathing,
the birds an the bees and the sun that is seating,
the dirt and the trees and the animals that are feeding.
born with a blood that is gold when I'm bleeding,
life's priceless till we're lifeless,
until then I'm just being.

she was a good looking dandelion
dancing through the breeze,
tip toeing in her nimble roots,
she had you shaking in the leaves.
12th street, I met her, saw her in the brush,
the shine she shone if unknown was just what caused the blush,
redness in the face an irritation, the cure or antidote was just another application,
though love was lost from being simply impatient.

runnin thru her mind just to get her to notice me
i tripped and a fell n asked for help..just pretending
easily and noticeably.
Or maybe he's just too easy and noticeable
no show of control and if this is so
than that is so, me I he though, he isn't a runner
so she showed him what he didn't know
right before summer.

What keeps me happy makes me happy,
can get me blue than slaps me, lastly aske me,
What happened at sea?
Connecting closer and closer to you and you,
it's easy to lost sight of the light that's brought you to,
walking through the valley of doom,
with a capital V for vicious, vastly,
and the various moon;
I was swept to my back by the scariest broom,
left breathless, meat of my body unstressed
and stretch less for the world to consume.
Woken up my throats choken up
from all this rough spoken stuff, though
none was really spoken to me but
rath spoken through me, while thinking
I'm being consumed when I was only consuming.
Earth - yes I get a bit gloomy and ******* sue me!
But all you'll get is what I've given to ya,
the beauty of the moon, sun, land and the blue sea.

I'm a crumb up under a rug
with these city wide hairs
stretched over above.
pillows of dust
to smother my lust
and my trust for the ground
until violently interrupted
with the silently,
"don't **** with"
lastly, and last to be stuck with
shot down by the flock,
to a pile of duckshit.
my own. where i come from,
I've grown.
Though not for all to be known,
but through my existence its shown