[Adapted from the poem "The Storm" by Alison LR Davies] It starts as a faint purr, rippling, beckoning, stealing the evening's baking heat. It steps
The answer came like a shot in the back While you were running from your lesson Which might explain why years later all you could remember Was the terror
I am naked, you are sacred safe uncovered, subtle rupture rush for comfort, such desire shared forever, your touch soothes me to my Core, when you speak
It's in your mind, when you try to play as the best of all. But when you see the picture all you do is crawl. It's in your mind, when you try to feed
(Phil Nicely - beatbox Jim Pollard - guitar) {instrumental and a damn good one at that}
i can't see the ground what am i going to do with myself i've got to get out this is a living hell not a single beam of light anywhere to be seen if it
You're the fuel to the fire You're the weapons of war You're the irony of justice And the father of law I've been waiting for awhile to meet you For
I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me 'Cause I'm dead and bloated I
Kickin' as I'm tryin' to sleep I got the mud beneath my shoes Rubber band, rubber band Gun in hand, gun in hand I wanna use Roamin', roamin', roam Get
Holy water clouds my thinking Sinking low now keep on drinking Down you go, suffer long Down you go, sin make me strong Down you go, suffer long Down
Hey everybody, where did Mary go? Where did Mary go? And where's my only cigarette? Please think for me, I can't bare to I'll just lie here for a while
Yeah, I could hide in the calm Of the eye of the storm and never blow away Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back Some things never seem to change
Yeah yeah I broke the breadline, nobody knows I walked the frontline, still got far to go I mixed the water, I drank the water I broke the breadline,
I don't know why I want you to define My comfor's far in mind You are my last footstep to fly Turn yourself to be my core Is it too much that I'm asking
The answer came like a shot in the back While you were running from your lesson Which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror
Crazy lover like mad And it cakes walls with sun I shall be a sky and a hill of good And it keeps my mind happy Sucking breath shrieking From my belly
(Instrumental)