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cLOUDDEAD - "I Promise To Never Get Paint On My Glasses Again (A)"
Lyrics to I Promise To Never Get Paint On My Glasses Again (A) : dose one: out for the view.. i can gather myself once as a very fairly small human, mouth made out of glass. i am my habitat, antidote and what ripped his face off wasnt even a pain killer, faceless and a boyish numb uncomfortable, he cant sit. artificial day skeleton keeps him up all night (up all night), puts himself away. he... a wise man once said, "fuck em if they cant take a joke." there is a me, in every kindergarten, and there is a me, bigger than a raccoon, smaller than a building, smaller still, smaller still, afloat with music on.. better feeling, "aw, who you tellin!" "everything happens for a reason. i promise to never get paint on my glasses again. "you cant rip art cause its just art." the blood, the ink, ahh yes, the ink can bury a blade. is this not the end of a blizzard twice the size of a rain cloud gone bad' im burning puddle after puddle after puddle..." i wonder what my mother looked like pregnant, ive classified water damage as art. ruining things, trilobite out on the town painting things, in accordance with my weird ordinance. my style is glass cutter, delicate/intense. why, i havent the mind for books, shooting out the moonlight with my tongue, depression in a vacuum. chest pains and violent nightmares, brought me to this patch of grass and sun. beauty is in the dead bolt, im a lonely frontier boy, sordid terminal man. primitive doll making and suspicious plant eater ogling at the magnetism. a nibbler with cheap shades on and no contacts in. pack leading nuissance with a way with kids, open envelope.. "bringing sand to the beach" cutting off... "the difference between motion and action" moving out... "bringing sand to the beach" watching all the book toe be get quiet, til we both avoid eye contact together, running into sitting people i sold tickets with. ill have one of your finest coffees and a table for one in the dark. writing on the bag i bought stuff in... sole: all these suckers today dose one: phone calls tomorrow sole: take out the garbage dose one: briefcase with issues sole: i am my name tag dose one: a party with loans out sole and dose one: credit! be or be broken, let artists clear stables. i dont make up the check! words, i just live here, same stuff, different part of the mess. sole: disowned collection, joined metronome, leave monotone alone, i am the master of the works and all their whereabouts. portable leash for the implement, grand unveilment. if the chisel breaks, its got to be loud enough to sustain the builder. we.. dose one: oooffff...talk it out, token go getters go get it enamored with something to..ughhhhh... risk in the winning folk, subtle yet solemnly..ahhhhh.. extinction of saturdays inward to inward. its confidence, ill work for now...yeaahhhh... sole: i open the doors with no physical force. zip codes aint permanent, i can roam em all simultaneously. real hard work comes easily, invest carefully. rest this weak spell, a recipe, on the travel i broke the rulers. dancing with no shoes across this everyday stage, these everyday non-coincidence brought about by living and doubting nothing special. we need a real war, give me a field, a field day and i only have time for explosions. dose one: sleeping baggage, cat in my lap, a card at play, help to a promise, dove in the subway. loose change, in held, loose leaf, dormat. wearing the fake nose glass, mustache.. hide behind this blade or under this sky, its like in the movies except for no ending. sole: yeah, i urinate in a cup for the art of it, and youll dissect all of it. dose one: i water storage, poet like desert. sole: theres a lightbulb in my skull that dies everytime i try to look down or rest. dose one: all cat owner can do is laugh at circus material. sole: never want to open my eyes, the world only furthers my argument. dose one: in searching for the perfect flat, i feel so concerned. sole: nobody wins, youre all walking pictures of foot in mouth. dose one: although a unicorn ride would charm. sole: lets call it hip hop, you dont got to be innercity or inbred. dose one: or clear my skies like desert. sole: im in the state of "yo," my peeps, they gather at the borders. dose one: waiting up all night for bills. sole: if this is supposed to be a revolution, where are my..' why dont you just..' dose one: one mans floor is another mans floor with a pillow on it. sole: and sure, the invisible enemy is a thirteen year old computer hacker. dose one: times are hard, keeping a fish tank alive is harder. sole: and im supposed to be some sort of anti-christ. dose one: people like me most happy. sole: well if thats true, why am i hellbound at the pearly gates' dose one: the spoon king in the soup, drought like desert. both: its all the same shit but they call it clouddead, i only got two hands and half a head.. [ I Promise To Never Get Paint On My Glasses Again (A) Lyrics ]
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