1.Raspberry Rush
Down the ferry, our eyes eager for Indians,
Down the ferry with wild Irish you never know where you are.
And you never know our eyes, eager for Indians.
Down the ferry with wild eyes even lately.
Where you're wearing a dirty coat of sound
2.B Is For Bethlehem
Your neck is craned a lazy quarter of the distance down your
back
Creating a reason for the blood to go there.
To know now my only veins are your hands across my back where
you're resting.
Where you rest broke from the sins of our shoulders to struggle
and end.
Run its motors to waters and everything follows.
Cried at the funeral because you can go anywhere to be hallowed
by thy name
And mine name ours.
I'm dying to try to stop the wind,
Leave the leaves left and leave to be hollowed by thy name and
mine name ours.
It's hours to be where b is for Bethlehem where Jesus was a
fisherman.
I know he starts and finishes men but I Don't know why.
Jesus was a fisherman,
Fishing men from the devil hands,
So the devil was made red to live a damned life.
And the red in your face is touchable to the blues and the
Muscles in a memory.
Where I have lost my voice
And I smell like paste again where we'll be resting,
When we rest.
My bends bend my anchor to pull people out of the bible
To stand in the rain and be where b is for Bethlehem
3.Forget Me
All trees are oaks
All birds are blue
In the mountains of a magnet
Are the mountains of you
I'm proud of my genius just like a painter
And dumb like a poet I think I can
I think I can
Just say it from the throats
From the throats of our wrists
With full sets of teeth
Vanilla almond teeth from vanilla almond tea
Spent afternoons, spent afternoons
Measuring time in spoons
Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things
That don't get old, that don't get old
But between one June and September
You're all I remember
I'm a lantern, my head a moon
I married a room
I married a room
All trees are oaks
And all birds are blue, ach du
What's 80 miles in Canada or 18 years in the mountains？
Time, time
A southern run for a late longing to drink
Where all trees are oaks and all birds are blue, ach du
Where all trees are oaks
And all birds are blue
I do thought everyone was you
Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things
That don't get old, don't get old
But between one June and September
You're all i remember
But I'm a lantern, my head a moon
I married a room
I married a room
Forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things that don't get
old, don't get old
(Forget-me-nots and marigolds)
But between one June and September
You're all I remember
(Forget-me-nots and marigolds)
But I'm a lantern, my head a moon
I married a room
(Forget-me-nots and marigolds)
I'll keep my hands in order
And what about the air, lying awake
And what about the air, the air, lying awake
4.How Nothing Feels
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