Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

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

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

Oozed in a brand new
commune with the horde
Got a gray scale 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 that
you get 3 dimensions stuffed into 2

Then it's off to a where 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 doing jobs

Plus, rhyming and and being a clod
free to maraud

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

Haunted 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
Nap on the front lawn, up at the sky its
falling out of the fringe

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

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

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

A miss and push and a
like a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead kids
Drank Kool Aid a tube of acrylic

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

Redo that, move inward
Zinc lightening shoots from his fingers
Studios drone with allusions of
Stay tuned for the adventures

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

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

I left some eager to fall
I left some to bury alive
I let my of being dissolve
I let my person up and die

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

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

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