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All these artists gather here on my floor Three evenings Poets, painters, musicians Arguing, playing I don't need streets of gold The angels couldn't possibly make this music Its weekend And they gather I'm a muse to many So they say A minority My pitiful poetry and dance But I dwell in these hills With them And my mahogany floors Rests their shoes Loud and melodous Joey picks a tune and yells about fascism Maria, sings her Spanish tunes Stella laughs and dances our dance Jimmy plays the strings to fire and ash Chris beats the drums like an angry demon Portia paints scenes that bring tears Chloe makes her black and whites burst with every colour They gather on my floors I lay on the pillows and smile for them With my liquor They tell me I'm pretty Catch my tears in mason jars Moonshine passed between artists and lips My house can't hold them all We lack a banjo Some "rap" some sing Some write others paint We all argue and fuss Its a scene of crazy great How I wish you all were here too
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
Catch My Tears In Mason Jars
All these artists gather here on my floor Three evenings Poets, painters, musicians Arguing, playing I don't need streets of gold The angels couldn't possibly make this music Its weekend And they gather I'm a muse to many So they say A minority My pitiful poetry and dance But I dwell in these hills With them And my mahogany floors Rests their shoes Loud and melodous Joey picks a tune and yells about fascism Maria, sings her Spanish tunes Stella laughs and dances our dance Jimmy plays the strings to fire and ash Chris beats the drums like an angry demon Portia paints scenes that bring tears Chloe makes her black and whites burst with every colour They gather on my floors I lay on the pillows and smile for them With my liquor They tell me I'm pretty Catch my tears in mason jars Moonshine passed between artists and lips My house can't hold them all We lack a banjo Some "rap" some sing Some write others paint We all argue and fuss Its a scene of crazy great How I wish you all were here too
Last Saturday, portia and Joey left with black eyes and busted lips. Fighting in the yard over politics. Politics and anything to do with this subject have since been banned from my door. They gather here to sing and play for me this eve. How lucky am I?
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
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