Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
Hard to admit that I used to
Portraiture in a human
Doodle of a two unicorn, it was soothing
his arm in a fusion of man mad tools

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

Oozed in a new cuneiform
Barely with the horde
Got a gray scale ungluing his world
Might out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen dragging his graphite

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

Then it's off to a school it's all that you do
trained and observed by a capable 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 deteriorate

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

All heart though we made cowardly kinds
They will chop you down just to count rings
to count your rings, just to count your rings
And there
Colors pouring out of the

All heart we would've made cowardly kings
will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to your rings, just to count your rings
to paint

Hard to admit I used to paint
Natural on the human face
fire on his roommate's bass
It was blooming

A and push and a pigment
Book like a pigskin, look
Pinhead kids
Kool Aid from a tube of acrylic

And I up linseed oil over linen
Joy to the poison, voice in the
Capture a map of the
up, add a little accurate fat to the figure

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

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

Routine day with a dirt brush
Then a goes by and it goes untouched
Then 2, then 3, then a
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 dissolve
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 lawn look up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the

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

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