Yippee Calloo Callay!

You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
.

Thursday, 3 March 2011

Walking in.

Walking in

Helicopters.
Riot.
Taste. The fuzz.
The buzz. The bees. The drops. The sweet drips fly. How we slide. to your woman in the mouth of mary. Glory days heaven is on the losse. Washing in the river. I aint got long to tell you. Here we go again. Thought i saw a mountain on the train. A fire half a blaze. Well the cracks came walking. Yes the cracks came a walking in the fire.
Dont look back she said
Dont look at me
My face my face.
How i told her
Yours is like the light
you are more than the jungle your fire burns bright.
Well over on the ocean
Lightning cast a spell
Potions born with smoke
Tasting all the trees
walk through the fountain
walk through the fountain
the palace called
come walk with me to the water falls
Buzz.
The drips drop down.
Helicopters. Storm.
We went walking to the fountain
walked in to the fountain
and lots of lights we saw
its this sea
she said
its this sea
of tranquility
bouncing of the water
how i loved the ocean
when i met the rivers daughter
magic
i couldnt go back home
i was washing in the fountain
wash in to the fountain
dont look at back at me
im burning on the water
just burning on the still
burning on the water
keep

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