Hey! Hey! Hey!
Slippy side, Side-Side-Side go to go
A long time gone and a long time past
So soon so soon -- Lack Luster Lack Luster
How can I muster
The faith That I need to see
The Things I need to see --
On again off again
Bronco
Try to hold on to the ribs
Of the situation at hand.
A long time gone and a long time past,
Since I felt That Things were within my grasp. . .
Wheel roll round
Round, round, round -- hear that Sound.
Leaning longingly against The window,
Falling forlorn to the ground, ground, ground. . .
When I wonder, when I whistle,
When I'm wandering Through The Thistles
When I'm tangled up in Bristles
Hey! hey! hey!
Beautifully Pained like an angel in purgatory --
Wrapped up and exhaulted --
Immaculate in melancholy --
She
(sea) sure
(shore)
Rose and The sand fell Through her hands
Grain after grain after grain!
"In the Beginning was The Myth"
Chapter one starts like this. . .,
"Blank and Calm, and full of expectancy."
(Herman Hess' "peter Caminziad")
I'm standing exactly where I'm
Supposed to be. . .
Twisting and Tumbling, not
Standing or fumbling.
Writer(s): Susan Voelz, David Bernard Crawford, Frank Orrall, John Nelson, Bruce Hughes, Daren Hess, Adam Sultan, Ted Cho
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