Before Now

scrouged

What the world needs now

Is good good love

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

It was you

It was me

It was before Now

It is all that I loved

And care about

My mouth is a water spout

Turn your head

As I shout

Ill tear you to pieces

and eat our your brain

Mindless automaton

Fatality of anonymous

Bark like a dog into the darkness

Insane

Into a pit

That is bottomless

Who was the one that created enemies

What traits must you desire

To pursue greed

What the world needs now

Is good good love

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

It was you

It was me

It was before Now

It was all that I loved

And cared about

My mouth is a water spout

Turn your head

As I shout

It was Siddhartha

In moments of peace

Preordained

Philosophies

Give to the yield

Own nothing

Wind blows through sacred trees

at mind numbing speeds

Druids speak the tongue of ancient leaves

So the sigil was forged

In an attempt to

deconstruct the machine

What the world needs now

Is good good love

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

It was you

It was me

It was before Now

It was all that I loved

And cared about

My mouth is a water spout

Turn your head

As I shout

I’d become hatred

Then a saint

Scrooged McDucked fountains

Then starved myself for days

I was yin

Then I was yang

Through correspondence

Of various ideology

Transpired through patterns

questions of Psychology

No rest for the wicked

Ace of spades is a sickness

What the world needs now

Is good good love

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

It was you

It was me

It was before Now

It was all that I loved

And cared about

My mouth is a water spout

Turn your head

As I shout

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This is a Song for Baltimore

oneeyedman

I dunno I dunno you I dunno you all that well but I’d like to

Weed pregame at the crib

Drink a lil bit talk a lot of shit

Weed watch YouTube

It’s Jager bombs I guess that’s just the way Jersey do

Weed drive down 95

Got the music on loud

So we know were still alive

One eyed man Illuminated and red

Our guide to inebriation

I am Baltimore born and bred

Yeah I’m a natural Bohemian

I dunno I dunno you I dunno you all that well but I’d like to

Weed stop at the point that feel

Where were off to drink with the middle aged crowd

Two bluebirds slowly walk bye

Reminded me of a girl I knew once upon a time

In Vino Veritas

Would you like to share some sauce

Where weed talk about nothing in particular at all

It’s closing time

The conversation holds

It’s one more drink

Then were out the door

To the corner of

Broadway and fate

To the bench that is

Her sacred place

It’s the drunk girls in the high heels

On the streets that are cobbly

Weed both laugh

As her knees become wobbly

I dunno I dunno you I dunno you all that well but I’d like to

I used to drink just to feel alive

Take a shot jump into the vibe

Took me a while to realize

While she was by my side

It was the only way I could get by

Now its good wine in confidence

Her lips taste like she is fresh off the vine

Her vibes of good love flow

Through my conscientiousness

Its the shades of grey by the candle light

With-in her nakedness I am mesmerized

On a pod of I

It’s Van Morrison

We moon dance in the sheets

Yeah, I’m feel-in this

I dunno I dunno you I dunno you all that well but I’d like to

Her knee gently caresses my thigh

As I awake during the morning twilight

It’s her fingertips across my chest

For one moment of this life I have no stress

As I look up she smiles at me with her eyes

It’s good to see that you’re early to rise

Weed make love one last time

I dunno I dunno you I dunno you all that well but I’d like to

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One Night Stand

Onenightstand

There is a fascination

Followed by the pull

Conversations that occur over fine lager

Merely a man caught up in the energy

Her friend is death incarnate

Even with her emitting a love of violence

I’m caught up in the now

Brilliance of adulthood

Some would say the old school hook up has died.

And then there are the few

That make out by waterfalls

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