lizard on warm rocks an artist in their paint-speckled smock the wind carrying fallen flowers jade eyes meet brown chastity belt unbound hours upon hours spent in between the sheets delicate, delectable, free
Green eyes I thought the color of eyes was just the color Until I laid eyes on his His green eyes Became ordinary and beautiful Oh his green eyes The eyes that make me feel safe The eyes that makes my heart feel warm His eyes are not just eyes His eyes are the most powerful His eyes became my home From thousands of miles away His eyes as he looks at me through a screen Manage to make me feel so special even with the distance Oh the man with green eyes The one that made my brown eyes become so much more Since he looks into mine like I am the prettiest girl in the world The man with green eyes that saved a brown-eyed girl like me
She had seen a glowing screen that emitted queens Whose skin haven't touched the sun's cheeks But had bathed in the moon lit's creeks It glowed and beamed like a seam with a sheen So she loathed and loathed; hated how bronze she is She sought remedies; burying her color in sleeves
Hear her, o deities; she's down on her knees She had thrown about a millenium worth of pennies Hear her, o deities; whisper secrets into her ears Cast away her insecurities crystallizing into fears Tell her, she need not strip her cinnamon hue To trade for a porcelained debut Tell her, she wore rust colored armor Stronger and more radiant than Helios's summer Tell her, a crown awaits in a far away throne She can also be queen even in her earthly tones Tell her, to embrace what she hates For her honey dripped shade need not to be ashamed
My morena queen, snatching everybody's glance Like a finely baked bread seen in a window in France With hairlocks in the rhythm of romance Like a finely chopped chocolate Oozing with a bouquet of sweetness and a hint of fate Oh how she wore beauty like a swan waltzing in a lake
big blue big blue, two two big blue to see big blue sky like crayon on canvas crazy how big blue is crazy how I have two blue always drawn to big brown two big brown drawn to brown like crayon draws land land under big blue big sky blue eyes look for brown land and sea, too crazy you have brown I have blue we have two you take blue crayon I take brown draw land on you and you draw big sky or sea all over me I am blue brown is you kissing crazy cos now blue is brown brown is blue land has sea sea makes sky crazy crayons blue brown eyes you and I.
there's an awesome sound dripping brown drugged up and laid down by brothers from other mothers in their new hope town making up rifts and ******* around are you picking up the sound that i found? can u taste the waste? keek up the pace? of stroker ace? or their country greats? some worship god some dance with satan they're in betWeen dichotomies breakin' and you know they're makin' pork roll, egg, cheese and bacon! and gravy fries mutilated lips and pure guava eyes
A tribute to one of my favorite bands, Ween. They've got a really vast catalog. Their early music is often described as "brown" which they define as "****** up in a good way"