A.R.T [LesArtClub]

from CONVERSATIONS by TheodorBlack

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lyrics

Old Cigarettes pilled in the ash tray,
the light trickles through the window blinds like
spilled paint,
I guess its dawn already cause I can see the suns rays.
The birds sing a tune bluer than the darkest moon,
cruder than the paint brush flickers on my morning cartoons,
and the Thames tide rises and falls like my summer moods
but the darkest clouds loom in the after-noon
paint a picture whilst I sing a tune
smoke one or two then I'll prolly smoke another soon
cigarette between my finger tips
a journey between two
up towards my blackened rubber lips,
swallow the acrylic swish it round then I spit it to a blank
empty canvas

All of these niggas lack spirit
all of these nigga ain't with it
all of these niggas don't think there's a profit
pieces for a profit

She's like a fox in the night when she's timid
the way she gazes at me
it's like the way the foxes gaze at the penetrative beams of a
bimmer or a jeep

and life ain't what it seems
and life ain't what it seems

Beneath the orchard trees
a decay of autumn leaves
Breath
first breath
first breath
taste of that first breath
drawn to my lovers breath

Just breath
Just breath

It'll all be over soon