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Jun 2011
Playful lady memorizing me with that glare all night
Walk away from me so you can walk right back
How fast we move when we think it's true
And how slow we live when we think we got nothing to do

Ride through the night for the sights are alright
I mentioned earlier I thought I'd never really loved
But once I saw those eyes of yours
I believed in everything up above

Too long have I been walking alone round' here
Too long have these hours weighed me down
Now that I see you standing over yonder there
I got one question to ask you...where?

Sweat soars from my trickling pours forever an' ever more
The page bird sings as the prison bars glisten an' ring
Either the number is slumbering or I'm to numb to remember
Rendezvous with the likes of you I'll be forced to buy two

Itching on the bedpost with the moon hanging overhead
I asked for a room but they gave me a furnished tomb
Without your touch my life doesn't add up to much
To mellow to be dramatic might as well blame the cinema ******

Cast off towards an ocean of solid full forgiveness
Away from the prose of the modern mood
You asked me what I thought of the late later bunch
Didn't you see my face squeeze tight and scrunch

Either I know what I mean or I don't no anything
These were the words of a father written off
Either I listen to the tune of an invisible ***** loom
These were swords swallowed by a mellow non-follower

Each night we break this break for the night is dead
Dead to the touch of the living that believes in breathing
Either we are here or we are elsewhere
Love was the way you were to get to me

I bring my hand to mine face to touch something new
But my broken catapulted finger nails seem frail
Listen loud to train car race track atom bombs
There was something there that lasted so ****** long

A laugh is the moment where one could die without regret
It holds no rhythm but feels as if one has sunk into an absolute purity
Lifting the weights of the weathered tethered to a dream
Remember nothing for pondering in ponds just leads to song

End tunic bard players reaches for His final note
Seventy years survived without a scratch to His pride
Particulars were the smile the made the Bard riled
Streets were His meat which He so finely cleaved

A farewell to the moment of torment swinging in permission
Fish swim so gently up these streams
A goodbye to the life that I never wanted to get to know
A rambling phrase adios of tuition and admission
Written by
Mitchell
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