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Our soul has many songs CDR 2008 Donations accepted! Making music isn't cheep
Anything for Free You can now download our albums and single tracks! That's the way it goes Da da da da daa Da da da da daa and that's the way it goes swans songs in damaged lungs swim with old friends I'm counting to trade for all the new ones Slow reader listen wait why can't we please hold on I'd like to find out about lady luck I noticed your little girls are doves it's no big thing we all have to grow up monkeys and barrels I hear she screams the insects sing I'm lonely and that's the way it goes Da da da da daa And that's the way it goes Anything for Free I'm free with other ideas of being free Just me and me Collecting Opinions and beliefs to share with Nobody Is this feeling true let's do whatever we want to and whatever we want, we can do while alone and free. I must of done someone good to discover an open ended word Is this feeling true let's do whatever we want to and whatever we want, we can do while open closed and free and it's good to find a perfect open ended word that makes me feel I can do something for free and I'm free dreaming, leaving, loving anything for free Is this feeling true let's do whatever we want to and whatever we want, we can do while empty and free I must of done someone good to discover an open ended word and I must of let someone go to find myself all alone But now I'm free Just me and me yes I'm free To share with nobody Living free A freedom to move and there's laws against what we used to do Underpalms Bright bright scar, the beauty you ware. pressing hands threw splinters in skin. You're imperfections are perfect. Was it in youth when they mistreated you? Semen tastes just as ugly and we want more, please lend me more. Remember the caged dead dogs in the creek, sister you ran away, their coat pushed past the wire entangled lovers. Wide gaping holes, dialated broken skin, a drowning forest curved the lines around teeth. Here lay the beauty in everything. She told me of the junkie draining money from her flower to keep warm. I talked of friendship and love and excrement. Loving daughters and sons, well we are all one, so take my hand and please remember how to smile. A perfect imperfection imagination. Nature hikes, these trees have seen all things when we can't hear a sound. peace and quiet here on my side. Are you a good man or did you do this for the money. All I know is we fill our stomachs every day. This old woman said something to my mother, I know she watches over, it's ice cold, I lay next to her working to dream. I had no right choking that thing. Under palms we lay awake those dead dogs speak "Master streaks in time fight where we are bread only to listen, perfecting actions." Believe Mr. where red sinks deep I see you following I did nothing but believe I believe our story where fallen angels weep is that you watching Mr. where uglie thoughts keep why must you stare with such hunger I did nothing but believe I believe your story Is that you in me lost again in our story I dream you speak I sleep we sleep sleep this is our story is this me who are you following I did nothing but believe I did nothing but believe I did nothing but believe Living in Comfortable This is how it feels to live in comfortable where we can complain and have anything I have a job two free days of my life and I'm comfortable arguing politics we're allowed to argue and eat anything to keep comfortable who's going to give up there things to do any real changing not you, and not I because this is how it feels to pretend to believe in anything would you like to do, I'd like to talk about what we can do and here I can talk about me and all the things that I don't like that you do and here I can talk about we and pretend to the people around that I'm someone others should know and be working 5 days a week keeping comfortable This is how it feels to live in comfortable where we can complain and have anything I can have anything I have a job And I'm comfortable yes I'm comfortable This is how it feels to live in comfortable to live in comfortable.... this is how it feels Always Distance the Lonely
Here is a beautiful day
where we sleep underground
dreaming underneath warm grey skies
she swims past
and we wake
to find a beautiful day
for the rain, wind, and sun to explode
and lift eyes
to take a peak
at the lonely
always distance the lonely
just let us be lonely
and listen to the space
Here is a beautiful day
to swim on glowing necks
streaked with lakes
as warm as the devil
will keep his eggs
and distance the lonely
where we can be lonely
here in this beautiful day
tangled in hair
where we sleep
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