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Darlin' come under cover
Another night to discover
Let's slip where senses gather
Let's drift between the sea and sky
As the night goes by

Sands shift
Orchids so strange

she is benediction
she is addicted to thee
she is the root connection
she is connecting with he

here I go and I don’t know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he’s taking over me...

Na na na na na
Na na na na na

I'm with you always
You're ever on my mind
In a light to last a whole life through
Each way I turn
the sense of you surrounds

Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking.
Isabel, my little one, take my hand.
Time has come.

Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
And my heart, Isabella.

Frederick

hi hello wake from thy sleep
God has given your soul to keep
all of the power that burns in the flame
ignites the light in a single name

Frederick name of care

Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery,
Scoop the pearls up from the sea
Cash them in and buy you all the things you need.

Every night before I rest my head
See those dollar bills go swirling ‘round my bed.
I know they’re stolen, but I don’t feel bad.

You are the adrenaline rushing through my veins
Stimulate my heart, heavy crystalline
You are the sulphur extinguished by the flame
You are everything to me, all this in your name

Oh, walking in your blue coat, weeping admiral
All the twisted cellars they had to hand your name
Ended all that's static in a myth of sin

Hey now man's own kin
we commend into the wind
grateful arms grateful limbs
grateful soul he's gone again

I have a winter's tale
how vagrant hearts relent prevail

what i feel when i'm playing guitar is completely cold and crazy, like i don't owe nobody nothing and it's just a test just to see how far i can relax into the cold wave of a note. when everything hits just right (just and right) the note of nobility can go on forever. i never tire of the solitary E and i trust my guitar and i don't care about anything. sometimes i feel like i've broken through and i'm free and i could dig into eternity into eternity riding the wave and realm of the E. sometimes it's useless. here i am struggling and filled with dread—afraid that i'll never squeeze enough graphite from my damaged cranium to inspire or asphyxiate any eyes grazing like hungry cows across the stage or page. inside of me i'm crazy i'm just crazy. inside i must continue. i see her, my stiff muse, jutting around round round round like a broken speeding statue. the colonial year is dead and the greeks too are finished. the face of alexander remains not only solely due to sculpture but through the power and foresight and magnetism of alexander himself. the artist must maintain his swagger. he must he must he must be intoxicated by ritual as well as result. look at me i am laughing. i am laughing. i am lapping cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer. and i trust my guitar. therefore we black out together. therefore i would run through scum. and scum is just ahead, ah we see it, but we just laugh. we're ascending through the hollow mountain. we are peeking. we are laughing. we are kneeling. we are laughing. we are radiating at last. this rebellion is just a gas our gas a gas that we pass.

Oh glad day to celebrate
'Neath the cloudless sky
Air so sweet
Water pure
Fields ripe with rye
Come one, come all
Gather round
Discard your Sunday shoes

I was down in Georgia
nothing was as real
as the street beneath my feet
descending into air

The cauldron was a-bubbling
the flesh was lean
and the women moved forward