[00:00:00] Still and almost as if I could not see it
[00:00:06] At the foot of the ocean
[00:00:08] Borne along by the driftwood there it lay
[00:00:11] And as the marble darkened the colossal
[00:00:14] And corpse pile arcane within it's being
[00:00:17] Shuddered it's wings
[00:00:19] As I stared and my eyes engaged it
[00:00:22] There were voices without speech
[00:00:25] Towards the same day the fearful
[00:00:27] Banished it from the old town the stairs and the moors
[00:00:32] Then every wild and unseen flower
[00:00:34] Begged in song beneath the foulest twist of stench
[00:00:39] Still it lay enveloped in the driftwood
[00:00:42] The moon dripping on it
[00:00:46] In a bid to avoid the swallow of a day by moon
[00:00:49] Those with speech bellowed upwards in defiance
[00:00:54] Then were the days when the mornings were grey
[00:00:57] And every greying long and ever longing
[00:01:01] Deep within something so surreal whilst alone
[00:01:02] On the isolated savage coastline
[00:01:05] I observe tendencies of deep oppression in
[00:01:07] Offerings that coldly washed upon there
[00:01:30] And for a brief moment the woe doth seize the gnawing
[00:01:35] On a steeple a lured albatross did settle
[00:01:39] Looking at the creations and laughing
[00:01:42] Whilst the gallant ready'd for Europe deep with warring
[00:01:50] Frame this moment paint upon it and cherish it fully
[00:01:56] For when the clouds turn to red
[00:02:00] Then the water we feed from will crush our lungs
[00:02:04] Behold the creation
[00:02:07] Behold the music and woe between horse thieves
[00:02:52] Never did the sparrows gather in threatening flocks
[00:02:55] And never before did they dine uon the village
[00:02:58] It dwells unseen in the air something immense unfinished
[00:03:02] Bellows the eldest of the old of gold for his theories
[00:03:05] I often watch my love whilst
[00:03:07] I hide amongst the caves
[00:03:08] And without fail she would appear
[00:03:10] Followed by the wooed moths head fixed down
[00:03:13] Looking for things I remember
[00:03:15] Day when the moths tuned against her
[00:03:17] Shredding her flowing her
[00:03:19] Whilst alone on the savage coastline
[00:03:24] I observe death before my sore feet
[00:03:28] Cometh the fiour
[00:03:30] Come forth the day where
[00:03:33] The whales' blood stain the whole bay
[00:03:37] Whilst alone on the savage coastline
[00:03:40] I observe death before my sore feet
[00:03:45] Cometh the fiour
[00:03:47] Come forth the day where
[00:03:51] Bring forth the years
[00:04:38] And with myself
[00:04:39] Time has become red and discordant
[00:04:41] Of days on the lake with a renowned English poet
[00:04:44] The days I would talk
[00:04:45] And have him believe that removing his eyes would help him
[00:04:48] To see that if given the time
[00:04:50] Then his eyes would surely deceive him
[00:05:05] Slowly
[00:05:06] Woahhh
[00:05:09] It mumbles in the ears of the demented
[00:05:13] Promises of summer and garden frolics
[00:05:16] Of wine by the river bank and of April love
[00:05:20] In hallucinogenic red sky teachings
[00:05:25] But again misery palls a blanket of
[00:05:27] Menacing clouds over the scene
[00:05:30] Leaving no refuge for the fleeing shadows
[00:05:33] Leaving depression dripping freely
[00:05:36] And leaving breathless lunatics face
[00:05:39] Down on the hillsides
[00:05:56] Softly
[00:05:58] Woahhh
[00:06:01] The noises it leaves upon the stairs of hundred
[00:06:03] Ssh I can hear the hooves in the storm
[00:06:05] As men return from the ashes of
[00:06:06] Herjned with gifts of amethyst
[00:06:08] Sometimes after the rain and between the snow
[00:06:11] I would catch a glimpse of it on the cliff
[00:06:13] Young is it
[00:06:14] Dead we are
[00:06:16] A lifetime later in the base of
[00:06:19] An oak tree plans were afoot
[00:06:22] Beards of long face of wise books
[00:06:28] And scripts of it
[00:06:30] They told me of fire fire from my fingertips
[00:06:34] Before lighting a pipe
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