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May 2010
The
Shes the sky and the ultimate waves
Persued and fried, you and I can't sleep
The seven animals outside won't be still
There's glass in this drink
And its all covered in pride
But if i would drink it
Colossus and the party
Will dance until the knights sit down
Coked out faces shining in the cupboards
Worn throughout the ages by preachers and worms
But the lakes will back up
And the trees will grow to the sky
The rivers will run pure and clean
And men will be there too
All we can do is think back
Justice will be a mighty song
Ringing through the telephones
Too all those ducks and salmon platters
That wait in the upstairs lavatory
Someday I'll spin you a tale
Of ships
And of sailors
And sunken treasure
But thats not today
The cobra den hisses and moans to the radio man
He won't hear a thing until he's spaced
"Send him to the gallows" shouted the crows,
"Rip his skin with the axe" yelled the bag boys
"And crush his thoughts with the rocks" screeched the roads
But alas his tale is mixed in bowls of negativity
And his body is now in the shoes you wear
So now i'll say these words
And frown upon your face
Because we're all gone now
And tomorrow we'll be back
But we'll never be the same.
Written by
Tristan Neve
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