Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
Hard to that I used to draw
Portraiture in a form
Doodle of a two headed unicorn, it was
his arm in a fusion of man mad tools

And a muse from from
if it went beautifully wrong
It was truth for a youth who refused to belong
No nuisance
Stools in the

Oozed in a new cuneiform
Barely commune with the
Got a whole gray ungluing his world
Might zone out to the yap of the
Unseen hand his graphite

contour little bit of back light
Black ink after a Bristol to
You can imagine the rush ensue
you get 3 dimensions stuffed into 2

Then it's off to a school where it's all you do
Being trained and by a capable few
in New York, 5 peeps and a dog
In a 2 bedroom doing jobs

Plus, rhyming and stealing and a clod
Distractions free to

I left some years a deer in the
I left some will to away
I let my materialize
I let my deteriorate

Haunted by the of what I should have been continuing a mission that was routed in a 20 year affinity in rickety condition with an ID crisis
Nap on the lawn, look up at the sky its
falling out of the fringe

All though we would've made cowardly kinds
They will chop you down just to your rings
Just to count your rings, just to your rings
And were
pouring out of the fringe

All heart though we made cowardly kings
They will you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to your rings
Used to

Hard to admit that I to paint
Natural light on the human
Stenciled on his roommate's bass
It was blooming

A miss and push and a
Book like a pigskin, look
kids intermittent
Drank Kool Aid from a tube of

And I grew up linseed oil linen
Joy to the poison, voice in the
a map of the gesture
Back up, add a little fat to the figure

that, move that inward
Zinc white shoots from his fingers
Studios drone with of tinctures
Stay tuned for the spooky

You can the stars that align
a forearm starts foreshortening right
Or a torso hung on a spine
And proportion as warm and alive

Routine day with a dirt brush
Then a week by and it goes untouched
Then 2, 3, then a month
Then the rest of your life you yourself up

I some seasons eager to fall
I left some work to alive
I let my of being dissolve
I let my curl up and die

Eating up his innards in unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy with the trials of the Anti-Midas
Nap on the back look up at the sky its
Shapes out of the fringe

All heart though we would've made cowardly
They will you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count rings
And there

Colors out of the fringe
All heart though we would've cowardly kings
They will you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, to count your rings