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Trading Paint for Kisses
04:32
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I came across a painter with dollars at her feet
She’d paint a pond with fishes and she’d mix her paint in dishes
And one said hello there Mrs. and traded paint for kisses
As she heard the clicking of the walkers
Their phones rang from their pockets
They’d drop change in a bucket
I asked her to paint me something and I do like every color
I can’t tell one from another but the cans of paint above her
Told her use us all together and she’d mix them into one
I’ve never seen; not yellow, not aquamarine
It’s begging for description*
She must be a magician
* de·scrip·tion (n)
a spoken or written representation or account of a person, object, or event
(Oxford)
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A Puzzle
04:36
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This is a flushing game
Another hushing blame
Your muzzle gushing shame
A puzzle must explain
Now it’s
Cold shiver; blowing air
Road river; floating chair
Drown now; no one care
Loud sound; oh I’m scared
I wipe the azure high
I like the days that cry
I have a set stone time
I grab the jet from sky
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I sense something bad is happening
no one notices when it’s raining
I find comfort when I’m thinking
It’s impending now; and it’s waning
Just watch your back
I know something bad is happening
When I sniff the air, I’m complaining
Don’t let it interrupt your relaxing
‘Cause it’s almost here and it’s waxing
Just watch your back
Don’t panic
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Come Sit With Me (Oh!)
04:37
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Come sit with me, oh, please grab a seat, I’ll
Teach you about somethings like fireworks and chicken wings and all the pastimes
Practicing, I know
Do you ever sit and laugh? Oh Do you ever think like that? Oh
Do you ever suck the sap from maple trees and honey bees and creature comforts?
Reverie, I know
Like something new, like something new
Barefoot at noon, barefoot at noon
Like something new, like something new
Naked by june, Naked by june
The world is really strange, oh, sometimes I feel deranged, oh
When you’re flipping through the pages and you come across something you shouldn’t know
You tear it out saying “where’d it go?”
Do you ever ask the wind to blow? Do you ever wish you were alone?
Do you ever think your mind is growing? Or Do you just feel feel like you’re gonna
Throw up both your kidneys from your nose?
Like something new, like something new
Barefoot at noon, barefoot at noon
Like something new, like something new
Naked by june, Naked by june
Let it go
It’s impossible, I know
19 years sitting all alone
1 2 3
Everybody sit with me
Barefeet, and I’m sitting in retreat
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You're All Invited
06:48
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Don’t read the paper today, ‘cause you know what they all say
And you’ve been begging to feel okay throughout your ways
Don’t take your supplements today, ‘cause you know how much you pay
And you’ve been begging to waste away like tooth decay
I am the guy who sang in tongues
Painting the walls and making puns
“It’s a celebration, have some rum!”
“Reconciliation is no fun”
You’re all invited to my house
When all the lights go flickering out
“You can leave your legs right at the door”
“No one has ever left from here before”
I saw the night sky go blank, and we all know who to blame
At the ATM and bank we drop our change
I found the blackness in my drink, and we all know what they think
We see it in the kitchen sink when we wash our face
I am the guy who sang in tongues
Painting the walls and making puns
“It’s a celebration, have some rum!”
“Reconciliation is no fun”
You’re all invite to my house
When all the lights go flickering out
“You can leave your legs right at the door”
“No one has ever left from here before”
Don’t read the paper
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Bruiser and Bicycle is the creative outlet of "Lanky" Nick Whittemore, Keegan Graziane, and friends.
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