Winter's Coming

Foolish odds
and honorable mentions.
Hems and haws
and interventions.
All the great ideas
come from bad intentions.

Oh it's a foul luck
to give a fuck
when I can only see you with doe eyes
full of great intents
and purposes.
The closer I come, the farther I go.
The closer I come, the farther I go.

Weathered well,
worn in at the creases

Mad as hell
but you hold all of the pieces
that could put us back together 
or at least release us

Ah, it's a foul luck, it's a foul luck
to give a fuck 
when I can only see you with doe eyes
full of great intents and purposes.

The closer I come, the farther I go.
The closer I come, the farther I go.
The closer I come, the farther I go.

It's a Foul Luck

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Divine Mother Womb Meditation - Rest And Renew

Priestess Rising - 1st Course Session

You're brighter than you think
Oh so anyone who knows you as somebody who adores you
would testify.

Minerva's got a thing
for coming out when you're unfocused
lighting up her little votives
back behind your dolly eyes

Reason left a note
Oh but passion didn't read it
Sails away until it's sealed shut

The keys are always by the door
ripe and ready for the taking
in the movie that you're making up.

I won't rest assured
with science's sword
we connect the highs and ecstasies
back to the source.

In the ocean's epilogue
there's a passage yet unwritten
waiting for the words to gather
round you're atom bomb

A soldier so calls in a favor
shaky but unwavering in resolve.

Ya didn't take no medicine 
that you don't mock up yourself
It's a frequent answer darling
Any freak can help himself.

Feel it deep within you're bones,
cordial citizens
with the noble reason for 
every act and every sin.

I won't rest assured
with silence's sword
we connect the highs the ecstasies
back to their source.


Minerva's got a thing

{title:Manor Downs}
{key:F#}
{c:Verse}
[F#]It's [F]not like [G]you to find 
[F#]another way [F]around to buy [G]into
[Am]And you picked your poisons
[F]all of them are [G]sure 
[Am]To cut you short but 
[F]keep learnin you [G]good

{c:Chorus}
{soc}
[C]In toll [G]towns... [FM7]          [C(Em7)]
[Am]time [G]keeps in [FM7]Manor [C(Em7)]Downs
[Am]The practice [C]pays you back, it [G]always [F]has
[Am]Time [G]keeps in [FM7]Manor [C(Em7)]Downs
{eoc}

{c:Solo Action}
[Dm]    [G]
[Dm]    [G]
[Dm]    [G]
[Dm]    [A]    [G]

{c:Verse}
[F#]I don't [F]see no [G]shame getting 
[F#]picked up when you're [F]kicked down in your [G]lane
When the [Am]darkest day you ever [F]thought you'd [G]find
[Am]feels like nothing in the [F]scheme of doing [G]time

{c:Chorus}
{soc}
[C]To toll [G]towns [FM7]    [C(Em7)]
[Am]time [G]keeps in [FM7]Manor [C(Em7)]Downs
[Am]The practice [C]pays you back, it [G]always [F]has
[Am]Time [G]keeps in [FM7]Manor [C(Em7)]Downs
{eoc}

{c:Outro}
[Am]



Manor Downs

Don't wanna hear your swan song
even if the voice is pure
your compassion is misdirected
point it upstream

Who'd have thought you had it in you to be cruel?

Only the worst offenders
bring it up in front of you
casual care pretenders
strung out feeling satiable
turn a piece of shit to gold

You counted on 
not counting on 
a promise made to break all the rules.


It's a Foul Luck

Commoner

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