Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
Hard to admit I used to draw
in a human form
Doodle of a two unicorn, it was soothing
Moving his arm in a fusion of man mad

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

Oozed in a new cuneiform
commune with the horde
Got a whole scale ungluing his world
Might out to the yap of the magpie
hand dragging his graphite

Cross little bit of back light
Black ink after a to baptize
You can imagine the rush that
When you get 3 dimensions stuffed 2

Then it's off to a school where it's all 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 a clod
Distractions free to

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

by the thought 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 front lawn, up at the sky its
falling out of the fringe

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

All heart though we would've made kings
They will chop you 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 fire on his bass
It was blooming

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

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

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

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

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

I some 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 to relinquishing his privacy aligning with the trials of the Anti-Midas
Nap on the lawn look up at the sky its
falling out of the fringe

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

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