WHY?
brook waxing
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Pray hard like a pious pope
but hope for no diamonds.
If some divine Simon spoke
or came down to find us--
Caught here in our lab coats,
but without a science--
Would we see light?
I might decide,
While I'm a live I'll feel alive,
And what's next I guess I'll
know when I've gotten there.
Am I careful til past dull?
Will be, is, or has been?
Hope I'm waxing as in half-full,
Lit-wick candles lasting. Born
Lonesome, bald, and bashful
with a nastinnati accent.
On the East Side.
Oh, I can decide,
While I'm a live I'll feel alive,
And what's next I guess I'll
know when I've gotten there.
- Album:
- Moh Lhean
- Waterlines
- Golden Tickets
- Sod in the Seed (EP)
- Mumps, Etc.
- Alopecia
- Eskimo Snow
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Sod In The Seed
- Sanddollars EP
- Elephant Eyelash
- Oaklandazulasylum
- Rubber Traits
- Alopecia: The Demos!!
- Paste mPlayer #55
- Bayern 3 - Matuschkes Lieblinge, Vol. 3
- Lexoleum
- The Early Whitney EP
- Anticon Label Sampler 1999-2004