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Tiny Streams
Morning sun begins the day
Mothers child has gone away
Locked inside the game that they taught him all to play
Closet city sleeping pretty tired from the day
And if he leaves the tiny porch light dim
He'll keep the dogs at bay
Snotty little brat he plays
Never puts his toys away
Breaks the ones he's used if they don't sparkle anymore
dollies in the playhouse kissing
All their little heads are missing
Chop their tiny hands with this thing
That's what daddy bought them for
Red and White's turned blue today
I laugh to dry the tear away
Sitting in my ceilings face
This boiling rainbow webbing place
Smiles soft anger feeling shapes
Of mouths and hands in sonic scapes
Fingers spanning psychic burning
Black Sabbath record turning
Pools of vision, understanding
Forms absorb to keep from laughing
Climb the walls, half inside them
Other side, air is thin there
Friends inside pull me to them
Cannot keep from laughing, laughing
Ripples from the portholes making contact
Center bending circles
Growing echoes of each other
Float reflections of this covered consciousness
Inside this eggshell
Masterpieces scattered not well spoken
Yet still undertaken
Tiny streams of orchestration
Flow into this fisheye car ride
Leaning close to catch his good side
Tiny streams of orchestration
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Tiny streams of orchestration
Leaning close to catch his good side
Flow into this fisheye car ride
Tiny streams of orchestration
Yet still undertaken
Masterpieces scattered not well spoken
Inside this eggshell
Float reflections of this covered consciousness
Growing echoes of each other
Center bending circles
Ripples from the portholes making contact
Cannot keep from laughing, laughing
Friends inside pull me to them
Other side, air is thin there
Climb the walls, half inside them
Forms absorb to keep from laughing
Pools of vision, understanding
Black Sabbath record turning
Fingers spanning psychic burning
Of mouths and hands in sonic scapes
Smiles soft anger feeling shapes
This boiling rainbow webbing place
Sitting in my ceilings face
I laugh to dry the tear away
Red and White's turned blue today
That's what daddy bought them for
Chop their tiny hands with this thing
All their little heads are missing
dollies in the playhouse kissing
Breaks the ones he's used if they don't sparkle anymore
Never puts his toys away
Snotty little brat he plays
He'll keep the dogs at bay
And if he leaves the tiny porch light dim
Closet city sleeping pretty tired from the day
Locked inside the game that they taught him all to play
Mothers child has gone away
Morning sun begins the day
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| Tfiny Sztreams |
| 5iny wtreams |
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| yiny etreams |
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| T8ny Srreams |
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| Tiuny Sterams |
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