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Living with the Dreaming Body
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 * Robin's in the metaphysical section

She's got "Living with the Dreaming Body"

She's sprawled out along the carpet floor

She says my work is like eating cold oatmeal

yesterday's oatmeal, day after day

She says my work is like eating cold oatmeal

day after day, and she's right.

Drunk on margaritas and full of food,

she says "it's hard to be with one when you're in love with another."

Drunk on margaritas and full of food,

she says "it's hard to be with one when you're in love with another."

Read more: [|Poi Dog Pondering - Living With The Dreaming Body Lyrics | MetroLyrics] || Robin en la sección metafísica

Ella tiene "Vivir con el cuerpo de ensueño"

Ella ha tirado por el suelo de la alfombra

Ella dice que mi trabajo es como comer avena fría

avena de ayer, día tras día

Ella dice que mi trabajo es como comer avena fría

día tras día, y tiene razón.

Borracho en margaritas y lleno de comida,

ella dice que "es difícil estar con una, cuando estás enamorado de otra."

Borracho en margaritas y lleno de comida,

ella dice que "es difícil estar con una, cuando estás enamorado de otra." ||

Robin's in the metaphysical section She's got "Living with the Dreaming Body" She's sprawled out along the carpet floor She says my work is like eating cold oatmeal yesterday's oatmeal, day after day She says my work is like eating cold oatmeal day after day, and she's right.

Drunk on margaritas and full of food, she says "it's hard to be with one when you're in love with another." Drunk on margaritas and full of food, she says "it's hard to be with one when you're in love with another."

Circle Round the Sun
media type="custom" key="24357004" My ghost is everywhere here It hangs on every tree Lingering with every flower and leaf, smell of scent and sight and sound These are calling cards from another time

Familiar days and forgotten phases, like water trickle down down down Time is an ocean, and I'm set to swim and I'm tumbled by her.

Circle around the sun, turn turn turn Someday my turn will come Stretched by time and torn by fate I'm held together by the flesh of faith

Pushing up I hope for the sun, but I'll take the rain with what all it comes I walk and my feet roll, arms sway side to side, to and fro Who am I to try to guide my life?

Like the tribes that came before us, and all the kings and queens and our ancestors, through the centuries... Through the birth of a child, I return the gift that was given me The wind on the skin, and the pull of gravity.

Circle around the sun, turn turn turn One day my turn will come I'm living every minute and dying every day I hope my heart is in the right place

Simple Song
media type="youtube" key="lvM_TRUDRoY" width="420" height="315" i'm happy to see you everytime i see you coming my way i get so excited - and calm somehow deep down inside i just wanna state this simply, inside this simple song - i just wanna love you

i love it when we're out walking your arm entwined in mine i love how it's unfolding i love how we're just taking our time who knows where we're going it's nothing we can guide i just wanna be in this i just wanna be inside (your beautiful eyes)

i never said grace before dinner ever since my father died and when we prayed in soul kitchen last night you know it felt so sweet inside

i wish you could've met my father i know he would have enjoyed you he was complex in his own way but he was a good and simple man too

and i don't mean to make you nervous... but you know i wish you could've meet my mother too she swung from vivacious to blue, but encouraged to in everything i ever wanted to do.

but this is just a simple song.

you know... sometimes in this life i wonder how anyone makes it through? you know, lay down in your final hour without worrying about the things that you wonder if you could undo.

but this is just a simple song.

i'm turning my back on words now no more weighing the worth of observations. the poet's voice dried with the search for perfection, and i just wanna sing a simple song.

i could feel the empty egg shells of dreams in the hollow of my skull. blown by taunting winds across floors of a rememberance of an enthusiasm when, ... as a young boy full of trust and belief in the aether (and my own abilty to pull the sword from the stone), i could envision it all! breathe life into it and give it wings. hold the gift of "dove" in my hands and set it free.

where do the souls of unrealized dreams go? do they twist and turn with incompletion? or vaporize like butterfies in fields of zen like resolution?

but no.... i'm turnin' my back on words now. - i just wanna sing a simple song.

(all the while the wind was in the willows, and the seven pillars was in my wisdom, - the seven pillars was in my whim-som!)

Sloping head bent to wind as always.
Slugging it out 'til the end, the boxer going over the top, in God's Gallipoli.

Set me up Joe, body lean but mind obese, maple angel leaves once shifted in the trees when light was a truly wondrous thing. But now they crackle under my feet like the old life's longings of sailors once robust in buttons and coats now just mud and bone and teeth beneath me.

Grist for star dust, the bone crushing rock of ages. Cancer took the spring from my lover and gave us forever Autumn. No thoughtless smoke now, no blind drink. No idle lunches dreaming of a whole 'nother world of things. It's down to brass tacks and saline sacks, vincristin injections and early detections.

Take me in one swoop God don't let me dwindle. I watched the light leave my mother's bed-sick eyes. She's so scared--once gone, I kissed her cheek, and the cold of her skin held on my lips. It's hard to think, "so this is how it ends?" stretched out on a bed sheet, sorting through a wreckage of regrets.

Back in the ring now, with eye held just high enough to see the prize. Head bend forward at hip into wind as always.

Slugging it out 'til the end, the boxer. Going over the top, in God's Gallipoli.

You know the thing that haunts me the most are all those crystalline moments, where adrenalin and light filled my belly and head.

And the moon winked as if to say yes. And I ran in the cold night and sweated and it felt good. And I could hit the nail on the head and drive that fucker home.

Going over the top, in God's Gallipoli...

Fruitless
media type="youtube" key="TfOuMe_W1Wg" height="315" width="420" I could walk away, I could let this fly go back home and start again -- Fruitless I have faith in how things seem to start again, that tale of your one big chance is a lie, told by consumed men. And I push, and I push to not give in

I don't recall a place that I would call the end But things are different now I know and that was then. I could walk away, I've been pushing for so long, All dried up and sap sucked thin -- Fruitless And I push, and I push to not give in

Thanksgiving
Somehow I find myself far out of line from the ones I had drawn Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that, but I'm keeping on. Would our paths cross if every great loss had turned out our gain? Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us was paid in vain?

There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow lighting my way But I will be true to the red, black and blues that colored those days.

I owe my soul to each fork in the road, each misleading sign. 'Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude can dissolve my sweetest find

Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right

Simple Song
i'm happy to see you everytime i see you coming my way i get so excited - and calm somehow deep down inside i just wanna state this simply, inside this simple song - i just wanna love you

i love it when we're out walking your arm entwined in mine i love how it's unfolding i love how we're just taking our time who knows where we're going it's nothing we can guide i just wanna be in this i just wanna be inside (your beautiful eyes)

i never said grace before dinner ever since my father died and when we prayed in soul kitchen last night you know it felt so sweet inside

i wish you could've met my father i know he would have enjoyed you he was complex in his own way but he was a good and simple man too

and i don't mean to make you nervous... but you know i wish you could've meet my mother too she swung from vivacious to blue, but encouraged to in everything i ever wanted to do.

but this is just a simple song.

you know... sometimes in this life i wonder how anyone makes it through? you know, lay down in your final hour without worrying about the things that you wonder if you could undo.

but this is just a simple song.

i'm turning my back on words now no more weighing the worth of observations. the poet's voice dried with the search for perfection, and i just wanna sing a simple song.

i could feel the empty egg shells of dreams in the hollow of my skull. blown by taunting winds across floors of a rememberance of an enthusiasm when, ... as a young boy full of trust and belief in the aether (and my own abilty to pull the sword from the stone), i could envision it all! breathe life into it and give it wings. hold the gift of "dove" in my hands and set it free.

where do the souls of unrealized dreams go? do they twist and turn with incompletion? or vaporize like butterfies in fields of zen like resolution?

but no.... i'm turnin' my back on words now. - i just wanna sing a simple song.

(all the while the wind was in the willows, and the seven pillars was in my wisdom, - the seven pillars was in my whim-som!)

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