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You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
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Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Spinning Green.

Spinning Green

The light gets off at the factory
underneath the umbago tree
where youth gets lots
x is found
buried here beneath the ground
sun is gould
sun is gold
sun is gone
when the sun is gone
when the sun is gone
when the sun is gone
you see the bones
rocking tired inside the gold
wrapped in fire
rats do fall
rocks inside
the rents
to go
locks in the river
stop the flow
what you going to do
sit and wait
sit and wave
see her wave
see a way
to phantom ghosts
the opera calls
put on your masks
tear down
the walls of the factory
where your children
spinning endlessly
dream of mona lisa
hanging on string
bitten by the beatles
bitten on the scene
bitten by the beatles
bitten on the scene
when the lights go off
in the factory
all were left with is our sleep
outside dreams of swaying trees
we want to be
shadows touching leafs
where the sun is green
where the sun is green
where the sun is god
when the sun is gone
where the sun is gold
where the sun is gold
spinning trees of spinny dreams
out pop our stomachs knots of green
anchors up
at the factory
when the light goes off
land ahoy
far away from nightmares beach
we sail in little boats
to the sand mans floating island tree
whats a tree
ive never seen a tree

dont worry
not long
to go now
before you see
when your eyes are closed
in the dark asleep
spinning sun light records
blanket light dreams
at the factory
when you awake
you will be
a leaf
crafting weaves
in the sand mans sea
shining sun like gold
on the spinning greens

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