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remo p.m. - mulch lyrics

center me with some calm breathes
centipede to the porch left
the weather seems quite unfortunate
better be incredible with the torch
went round the block to calm the nervous
you know she purge dust
and i spout, flush
and i brush rust
and i l-st, blush
hair brushed, t–th and nails lush
but now there’s no such sting
golden fields in the fostex
that feeling better than that phone s-x
dispel a lone breathe
comatose on the sofa
gripping rib cage, melodrama, loafers stowed
solo, want a blow for blow?
emotions polar to that mistletoe
did i miss a note?
crows, vultures circle
crawling, lurking, sulking
focused on that plasma surge
but i’m i hurt beneath the surface
so purple colored vocals go, like…

and there’s no where left to go
we’re nearing the end of the road
on that dark monday, as you walked away
we watched the sunset
from the balcony
and tried not to let it fade
to distant memory

crow’s feet scratch the dome
left home, while the sun still shown
gardens groomed
invitational affair
crustacean gripping long, cold stare
take a tumble, ankle snared
bear in mind we’re almost there
self care, self help
start to wonder if i can no longer relate
distance growing like a road trip
are we there yet?
your’s as good as my bet
about a mile left
until the air’s tickled sweet
cherry blossoms at my feet
are these my new clothes?
am i hitting new lows?
if the shoe fits, put the work in
and make it back to the top
i’ll make it back to the top!
but inside i’m really not (x3)

and there’s no where left to go
we’re nearing the end of the road
on that dark monday, as you walked away
we watched the sunset
from the balcony
and tried not to let it fade
to distant memory

make a melody, from a malady
battle me and i’ll put you where the rats be
satisfaction guaranteed, but you could bury me
i’ll be back in a snap to rattle enemies
it’s just my false bravado
can’t come to terms with reality
so i aim to pen a lethal injection
administered to those who challenge me
this tough talk sucks, i need a sadder beat
because i ponder, til’ my concentration topples
and i adopt that cornered dog logic
with the hackles mowhawking up the back
toes up, when this reflection shows up
you better know what’s up, but…
who the f-ck am i kidding
the hourgl-ss been up ended for a second
and i bury one last seed in the earth
urn of ashes fresh burned, sprouts burst
from the mulch towards the sunburn
the scent of dew fills the air
and i gave them one word…

- remo p m lyrics

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