Watchdog Water Dragons
With continuous sea's.
my words form leaves in distiguous trees
and they fall down in slow motion
down past old kent and the white chapel
all the way to park slings and fairs in may
i dare to say, some even nudge up against your nephews left shoe
i watch him fetch to
it whispers and scetches of blue trees with green sheep
ow who beleive's dreams speak
what seems bleak becomes noticable
it gleems deep so we can cope with the dope
and these are my watchdog water dragons,
and i guess,
that im just a jar, driften by the tide
and i hope a star will lift my to reside
in the hands of a single soul that can relate
to these crawling my fingers cold
still can make by the force
the drives clog to my clock work
relax my way through the fog and the hot dirt
in your youth your just blowing in the wind
and ya, see the truth and they throw you in the spin
of vicous cycle that wont clean the stain and i
think its vital. i dont seem the same when i
look in the mirror see long hall down
when im stumbling, crumbling,
it all falls down like,
do ya, feel the rhythum in life
will ya, still believe in the lie.
will ya, kneel and listen to yourself the only person that can peel the prison walls away
they all fall to dust and ya'll say
we can call it trust
but if we call it trust then
all of us can get down together and live tall and just
cause i never plucked an eyelace i only,
wish they goodbye
i said i never plucked an eyelace i only, wish this could fly
into
book, poems, stars bloom and movies.
theme parks seen the cartoons and scooby
it sooths me
its all the same dont confuse it
boards and video games create the music
just use it
trilgen.
thankyou very much
and aware that your building a sanctuary of,
(whoa whoa)
cause reality creates the sadness
we reli on these things to escape the madness
and my two windows
i can tell by yours stare
a calming ground
i said we're both aware
my first tv murder
the ninteen many poor and
open to a closet of
inteen eighty four
but when i wrote something lovely with my ink
i stopped being humpty dumpty on the brink
of loosing my balence i found
shit there was a point man
the feeling i get when im alone but we join hands
tell it all but im bound by a necklace
i dunno but i get a little restless
and if i dont make it the end of the road
i dont even know the weight that i will unload
wish i could relapse another time
turn back the tap discoverd rhymes
back and forth and forth and back
yo pull me in but that cord went slack
me in my room writing rhymes to listen when you barbeque outside or
indoors jam packed in the club
going 60 in your car, you can feel it in your blood!
me in my room writing rhymes to listen when you barbeque outside or
indoors jam packed in the club
going 60 in your car, you can feel it in your blood!
you can feel it in your blood!
you can feel it in your blood!
let's build a world of our own.
so start to gather rocks.
the shire's known chatter box
to build a home for unfathered kids
and guide the population
cross the harbour bridge
the harvest is controlling
my watchdog water dragons
ill never stop writing
to write a million book
and not look back at one of them
and to notice when the children look
there's something that the buildings took
from their natural purpose
and in a state like this
i can never be nevous
this is my house,
my crib my kingdom
where the floorboards creek and the kids keep singing
we live each season just to give beats reason
step into my house all kids leave dreaming
vanilla sky walking with a halo and some cannibus
my t-shirt reads minority's a managment
and yeh thats right
ill glide through this habitate
glide young poet
fly, bring the magic back
cause nest is home,
home is nest
i wanna rest my gnome i wanna hold your breast.
and if the world would give me a chance
then i could ride on by and fly this like a kite in the sky
see this matchstick, signifiies my love
it wont burn out it'll only rise above
what a view from here
we survived the flood
to many blind and deaf to hear the cries of doves
anymore. cause the patchment
crushed by the buildings
and the view has been
replaced by a cieling
plus the carpark was a paradise
underneath the ground wont be free to breathe
so i ride on a dragon and my pouch is a tiger
to stop the towns flooding and house is on fire
but no thats not true
realities a bitch
stuck in thie catagory where the calery is shit so
capture my love
whenever you feel it
they says thats just muck, he doesnt have feelings
well i do and its true
i cover the canvas
me in strawberry fields looking for answers
all i wanted was a mansion
for my mother
fat houses all around the world
for my brothers
flowers in the pavement
a world that sings
studios in every basment
and girls with wings
me in my room writing rhymes to listen when you barbeque outside or
indoors jam packed in the club
going 60 in your car, you can feel it in your blood!
me in my room writing rhymes to listen when you barbeque outside or
indoors jam packed in the club
going 60 in your car, you can feel it in your blood!
me in my room writing rhymes to listen when you barbeque outside or
indoors jam packed in the club
going 60 in your car, you can feel it in your blood!
me in my room writing rhymes to listen when you barbeque outside or
indoors jam packed in the club
going 60 in your car, you can feel it in your blood!