I gotta
Plant mama
That’s nice for a Bryce, that spice
Call her cardamomma
I call her my little yammy
Hot like Miami
Ooh, and she loves me
Goddamn we’ve
Come so far

And we’ll go farther still
As long as we keep it chill
Although trouble gonna do what it will
Sweet potato, like candy
Oh, she love a lamby
Ooh, and she loves me too
I can taste it on her lips and in her
Home brewed 'booch

(Sydney)
Sends me
(Letters)
Sometimes I
Get carried away

We can just, we can just
we can just be
You then went on to show me
Some different things you can mean by mate
Oh, reciprocate
Reciprocate
Lay back on me
Our love be healthy and mature

Like a wide mouth jar, there’s space for sure, there’s surely space for more
(If we can find a way to include it...)
But I love a good squeeze
You remedy me, too
And I love
Her she go, cooking up the kale with tomato and the
Sweet potato...

(Sydney)
Sends me
(Letters)
Sometimes I
Get carried away

Yammy (I Gotta Plant Mama)

And I can hear the train like an oil spill
Which I can also see for what it is
Beauty on my eye, ROY G. BIV and I
Keep on leasing my time
I find my breath, I try to focus on:
Leading my life!
Changes like the weather
Tethered like the sun is to the night

Who's yelling at me?!
Some lawless foot-soldier of the elite
Didn't you hear that 'round here everybody's saying FTP??
And it goes to show how some things never really change
Or they change like the seasons
Leaving just to circle back again...

Is it an odd time rhythm or skipping like a little
Kid, do you remember being little?
Watch out for the schism
Watch and taste and listen
Lovin' on illusion

So help me hunker down, get the heart sound
And help me be the ground, be the arrow now
I'll take the road that's gonna see us through and keep us all together
And real hush-hush, saying fuss! fuss! fuss!
I'm flustered and I can't roll over!
The water's getting deeper
My loves, we can't keep peaking over shoulder

So I'll organize the ravens at my favorite spot
And all the local crows in my home block
Godless gangles of gang wars, mourning doves, busted wings
But the sparrow still sings, I count my fingers (12345), this is still my life!
Like the weather...
Like the sun to the night...

I said it changes like the weather,
Whether it's a dance or a fight!

Is it a hill where I could die or a dogma?
Am I barking up the wrong tree?
Feel your eyelids, feel your lips
Guard your head
Awareness and affection

Sick 'Em, Birds!

All the grasses have gone, now, to seed
Fresh broods I see from the season of breeding, gone now again
Fresh brews of this healing
Kombucha, Darjeeling
Come closer, my darling, let's lay down

Falling backwards, I feel so cold (Cold!)
In the distance, a flicker of gold, now, small butterfly
Wing spots like an iris
Slingshots at Goliath
Butterfly, approach me so I wake
You must be so lonely, give me chase

Vanessa annabella
Vanessa annabella
Vanessa annabella
Vanessa-
My West Coast Lady
My West Coast Lady

Now the tannins are staining the street
And the abscissed, they fall to my feet, wet and windy day
This wind that has sculpted
As we have unfolded
Go gather the firewood, let's lie down
I'll sit here and thaw my furrowed brow

Vanessa annabella
Vanessa annabella
Vanessa annabella
Vanessa-
My West Coast Lady
My West Coast Lady

(Caterpillar outro...figure it out for yourself)

West Coast Lady (Vanessa annabella)

(they must be blind with rage!)

Horns on my right
Monkey on my back 
Joy to the left

Who else is with me in this place I found?
It feels so profound
We shout so loud and hardly make a sound

And I feel it all light up in here
Just like this candle from my mother dear
We spent so many years so very near

(Horns, Monkey, Joy...)

IvelearnedalotIvegotalottolearn
I've seen some sights that'll make your stomach turn
Other sights, I feel the ocean churn...
I see the season turn...

My loves, why did you cross the picket line?
Lay down all arms, lay down with piece of mind
And let it come to me, it comes to me in time

I know it's boundless, but I'll soon forget
Don't want it even though I know I won't regret it, but I
Can't deny that I'm not over it yet

Lipstick cladonia and eyeliner
Look at the purple peaks yonder
And flutter forth and feel stronger

Horns on my right
Monkey on my back
Cold wind on my tail
Path is pitch black
Jackson went for fear
Jimmy turned back
There's nothing over there
But a general lack of the
Joy to the left

HornsMonkeyJoy

I guess it was just another little brain game
I guess it was just another one of my
Self-inflicted migraines
So now that it's all sorted out, I drill it in my cranium
That's the: pain, yang, hey

What's the move, man? Why don't you work out a plan...
What's the move, what's up? I'm feeling down-down...damn (damn!)
If it's all smoke and mirrors and fears then I'll be
And say: oh, mercy me!

And one would think
That now that I have drilled that in my brain
I could climb down off of this crane
And shh!

Off Crane!

Step on the stoop
I eye the sky
Try and try to love the nimbostratus
But then, once again
Yesterday's low is today's new high

But the weather here suits my clothes
I'm layered up like a rose
Seasonal effective on me, I know
But imma suck it up, cause my
Big wooden friends gonna suck it up
Wouldn't want my wooden friends lacking in hydrogen, no

Ends with two eyes (I's)
Doug scrapes the sky
The sky, it cries from out the nimbostratus
And then, once again
Douglas grows tall, can he ever die?

Wet Clarity (Pseudotsuga menziesii)

I feel it waxing back on
You know we're really only drops in the pond
So I guess it was corporate propaganda all along
And the horse whinnies down at the pawn

Dump it in
Pack it down
Drive all over trashy town (x4)

This shit cyclical but we're sick
And they say it's all on you
Dark dingy alley, big house with a view
How disconnected, suspect it's not true

Still know that it's never really gone
Chuck it out, filling up, never really gone
If it makes you feel strong, kill your lawn
Let the clover take over
And let the weeds in the driver's seat (in the driver's seat)
Still Mr. Gilly drives on...

Landfill'd

A gift from Bryce and Slug to lovely Sydney, who spent the wintertime pruning and dreaming...we made it! <3

LYF Brow

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