Michael Jost
Nia Mondy
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He walked on top of centipedes
With truth in heart his right eye bleeds
Though in a time of much turmoil
He would preach the poem, and churn the soil
My father was him this awkward man
He died a liar with pen in hand
I speak the truth, these words shall grow
Upon your minds, I watch this show
Send me back to distant times
I'm sick of doubt, and unheard chimes
Let me hear the Jackals cry
My thoughts would weep
my spirit fly.
{Chorus has same chords as verse Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat.}
As time crushes
everything
between its gears,
Yes, time easily
will brush aside
all the years.
{Bridge, tempo slowed and tweaked a bit. Chords are Cmaj, and Emin.}
What I lack
the faith inside
starts to unwind
like a spool
from the pool
God's tool
You think you're cool like a poodle?
walking upright,
but you're so uptight, you're so uptight
Your money
is what keeps you,
so right.
{2nd) Verse
Feel it,
so quick like a light bulb
On the top of my skull
A comic book, a tainted look
wide-spread, and all beneath
The freeway sends us back and forth
Like my lover and intercourse
It's a sick twisted vine
A dirty clothesline.
{2nd) Chorus
Because time crushes
everything
between its gears,
Yes, time easily
will brush aside
all the years.
{Bridge}
Lay underneath
the siege took place beneath
while you slept
in the cot, in the cot
That your parents
bought back
for you
Christmas always
turns you
so damn blue, so damn blue.
{3) Chorus
As time crushes
everything
between its gears,
Yes, time easily
will brush aside
all the years.
{3) Verse chords are Gmaj, Dmin, Amin W-4/4 beat, take off into freestyle.}
{Pull out your bigg muff pedal and push repeatedly.}
If Jimson weed is the
thing you need
grind it up, grind it up
When your mother is half
at her best. Scribe her name,
against your chest.
Ask the flower for the power
Steep the tea sacred hour
You've got your smoke
You've got your chalk symbols
saving you.
One wolf hair...eye of toad...bat wing
headstone green
Walking through the cemetary....
Over cast was the climate
Uncolored was the day..
She is leaning on that mark of faith,
but she doesn't want to talk
Am I in the ground?
invisible, invisible.
Wash myself
all for you.
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