Another well written and presented piece of work.... Not sure if I'm consumed by it or just consuming it...🤯!?!?

Love this one! The arpeggios re really nice!

Again brilliant vocals and you have a magical touch to create beautiful songs with a 3/4 time signature that is no longer so much used in modern pop. Bravo!

Quoth me a figure for the mountain of beans, that I think I might need to be done.
How much can I need just to set myself free and to let myself breathe? Can't be wrong?
Buy me a pot for my river of dreams, to contain all my schemes, when I'm gone.
I'll buy up the lot and consume it or not. What is mine? Was it yours all along?

Oh, give me a home where the antelope roam, gyre and gimble, and play.
Where a strong melody catches on to the breeze, 
stays in their ears for the rest of their days.

Tell me your medicine, tell me your cure, and I'll show you a ball with a chain.
Just to be rid of want, ain't about the piquant, it's the smile that you give to the rain.
You kids think you're clever rebellious things when you're smoking up, brewing up, reins.
See, you're playing the game. 
It's the "others" refrain,  just so easy to deal with insane.

Oh , give me the win, let the antelope sing, gyre and gimble, and play.
Let my sure melody, catch the rythym and breeze, echo for eternity, with no fade.

A pile of grey plastic to soothe any blisters that can not be seen on the soul.
A selfie, acquaintance, a work friend, repentance, a tenner, reluctance, the dole.
A shiny new TV that links to the world with a series of infinite taps.
A pricey new  never-up-ending appliance to really put you on the map.

Oh, show me the road, where the antelope cope, gyre and gimble, and play.
Let my melody sing as my spark glows within...

A bill paying, consuming, full-fledged member, an eagle eyed user of woods.
The good boys club isn't accepting new members, I think that you misunderstood.
A shiny gold cloak that masks up your existence will just fall away in the end.
A doctor, a seamstress, a lover, a mistress, a cleaner, a banker, a friend.

Oh, give me a home where the antelope roam, gyre and gimble, and play.
Where a strong melody catches on to the breeze, stays in their ears for the rest of their days.



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