The Blender

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by: Dave Panx
uploaded: 02/25/2019
 Hey there trying to make it all come clean
What time you looking to make the scene
Careful of your thoughts and inscriptions here
Dont fool yourself its whatever you appear

Pulling up in the parking your slot of fate
Taking stock of the lessons you learned this way
Secret lives and secret messages all come clear
Digging deep just to find out nothings there

Carry the weight for me
Carry the weight for me

Setting down in wrinkled clothes mapping paradise
Nothing lives like memories when you roll the dice
What gives you promise when you open your eyes
Dont call it a comeback you decide the prize

Second stage neurosis youre just coming of the age
Fell just like diamonds, the blood you might have paid
Ship on the horizon seas are here to tell you the cost
Pails up, shovels bent, na reminder of who you crossed

Mark time with little bombs, give up the stupid wrongs
Move into the future and make the past a song
Careful of the pattern which science taught you well
Perfect corinthian leather and that new car smell
Tagses: song-a-day,various,improvisational,experimental (we can link these up later)

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