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pigshitpoetLYRICS:
[Verse 1]
Fuzzy white haze in the asphalt was a lake
And the sand, it was a greyish shade of blue
Spirits held desire
While my eyes, they did admire
The evening that we only thought we knew
[Verse 2]
Further out to sea
I heard the birds' wings over me
The vibrations in the air to my ears
The sun was rising, slinking low
The day was saddled up to go
The desert's lonely nightfall disappear
[Chorus]
The raven who flies through the desert sky
Is wiser than you or me
The birds have a peace
The stillness of sleep
And the desert raven, he has poetry
[Verse 3]
Close your eyes and fly to let the diamonds make the night
Crystal blue will turn to ruby red
The plants become a maze under the heaven's starry hazel
Pegasus, he gallops overhead
[Verse 4]
The buffalo at night, they follow close the river's edge while
Saffron slowly grows inside the caves
The starry minds of hyacinth, the moon below the sun's eclipse
The sandy canyon floats beyond the waves
[Chorus]
The raven who flies through the desert sky
Is wiser than you or me
The birds have a peace
The stillness of sleep
And the desert raven, he has poetry
Jonathan Wilson - Marzipan from the album Eat The Worm (2023)
Lyrics:
Williamsburg early 20’s
Your old Mercedes sedan
It was a fever dream starring marzipan
In the Polish part of town
!!! ; they were all sort of clowns you lived with
I struggled to love your bland delight
Hank Williams and folk music had sort of changed me
Well I threw me in
to the deep end
And to be honest it felt like…
Rock and roll was gone
Like I had moved on…
To Roy Acuff and Chet Atkin’s sacred arboretum
It was a rock and roll crematorium
And jazz was there too
In fact jazz had been there all along
I knew these no-playing motherfuckers were not brothers of mine
Nor were they sisters divine
No they were chat-room, AOL'ing, truffle-shaving, eBay-scamming, freaks
With gear on the brain
I know it sounds insane
But these people got paid to play
I’m riding around wearing a frown
In a tripped up spaced out world
Well life underground
Well that’s no longer found
In a post-modern
Infinitely lame-er world
New England’s shit Terrance I love you
Your soothing yet unnerving voice
Well frankly Terrance
Makes me want to do the do with you
You know I saw those little elves with you
You touch me
Well we’ve come to the part of the song right now
Where I’m gonna fuck around
Go for broke like my boy Jim Pembroke
He inspired me to do a little something right here
A little song and dance
A little “take a chance”
I wanna know what is happening to the human psyche
That it would in fact desire less and less...
Humanity
A green and gold marching band
Stood alone with a man named Flat Stan
With a plan
On a balmy summer’s eve
Before bringing in the sheaves
They ripped his tawdry wizard sleeve
And his ADD met his OCD with his BPD
Ok blah blah blah
New England’s shit Terrance I love you
Your soothing yet unnerving voice
Well frankly Terrance
Makes me wanna do the do with you
You know I saw the little elves with you
Jonathan Wilson - Ol’ Father Time
Lyrics :
Here’s a song inside a memory
Of some of the earliest teachings of Ol’ Father
Time He is seen parading around every
Saturday
On a see-saw with a raven’s wings on a Sunday
Drive Every fall he makes the leaves come off the
Trees
As if to say “fuck you all”
So tonight…
Father Time if you can hear me
Father Time if you can hear
Me
Ol’ Father Time if you can hear me
Well could you make it better than it was before?
Could you make it better than it ever was
Before?
There’s a funk in the river
It’s carried people, food, culture, throughout all
Time It has to do with water
And how it’s the third most abundant molecule in the
Universe Behind molecular hydrogen and carbon monoxide
Father Time if you can hear me
Father Time if you can hear
Me
Ol’ Father Time if you can hear me
Well could you make it better than it was before
Could you make it better than it ever was
Before
dr. π (pi)
♫
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