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lyrics
Sprint to the park bench moon reads full in the mist
Sits down slides to the left
Purple wings autumn clay shades
where the chimney builds fire through a smoke stack
plays Grey stays beige
Fade breaks new days grace
As an arm outstretched to the core of an apple crunch
teeth til they crackle snack happily dry
All the books I never read keep passing me by
Assume midnight bakes into evenings cracked terra cotta pot
high fracture risk discman skips stop ain't no scratches on it
lipstick marks...
Hatchet scars... works of art
Round of applause smirk behind scarves
Face to Apollo Face it your hollow
Spaces between Dotted lines when you follow
Laces undone. Brace when you run
Eyes in the sun sickening sweet
Pull out your teeth
Smile for me
Teeth yellow in the beast's belly
heavier in thought than I thought
possibility reach screech halt
applause maybe reaching in the vault
steeping in the hops
practice all the preaching
while you're reaping all the crops
Thanks yesterday
Gone by tomorrow's hands
Draped - denim
And a face gone missing
Never stumble on a snake gone hissing
Direct witness to a video existence
Gone blank face
Hi stakes race
Sign language in hand
Speak old tongue
Taste bland
Ain't old age grand
Blue hue hair
Bowl of ideas
I'm a crawl right through here
We're through here
Tossed in the ocean
Big moon ideas
Old skip stone
I'll see through
Too soon
Encore all on board
Please place wings on arms
No way water weighs more than
blood on palms
supported by 7 fans who also own “Bowl of Honeydew”
This is a treasure to me. Blessed to have been a part in bringing the artwork for this to life. Each track is a haunting moment that sticks with you and it clearly sounds that way for Bloodmoney, with the effortless ease by which every verse is dropped. Ashley A Moore