Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
Hard to admit that I to draw
in a human form
Doodle of a two headed unicorn, it was
Moving his arm in a of man mad tools

And a muse from beyond
Even if it went wrong
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to
No name
in the bedroom

Oozed in a brand new
Barely commune the horde
Got a whole gray scale ungluing his
zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand his graphite

Cross contour bit of back light
ink after a Bristol to baptize
You can imagine the rush ensue
When you get 3 dimensions into 2

Then it's off to a where it's all that you do
Being trained and observed by a few
Back in New York, 5 and a dog
In a 2 bedroom menial jobs

Plus, rhyming and stealing and being a
Distractions free to

I left some years a in the light
I left some will to spirit
I let my materialize
I let my skills

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

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

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

Hard to admit that I to paint
light on the human face
Stenciled fire on his roommate's
It was addiction

A and push and a pigment
Book like a tattooed pigskin,
Pinhead intermittent
Drank Kool Aid from a of acrylic

And I up linseed oil over linen
Joy to the poison, in the resin
a map of the gesture
Back up, add a accurate fat to the figure

Redo that, move inward
white lightening shoots from his fingers
Studios with allusions of tinctures
Stay for the spooky adventures

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

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

I left seasons eager to fall
I left work to bury alive
I let my means of being
I let my person up and die

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

All heart though we would've made kinds
They will chop you down just to count rings
to count your rings, just to count your rings
And were

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