Blog-vember #4 Floral Noise
I guess I should NOT be freaking out about posting every single day, since we’ve got 30 years of songs—have you visited our website?!—and about four times as many lyrics without songs….
In keeping with the spirit of “put it all out and let these seeds make roots freely,” we are throwing some lyrics that never found music out into the virtual breeze. This one is called “Floral Noise.”
Floral Noise Rough
Floral Noise
Fingers scan
Eyes skim
The landscape is far from pure
You're Wasted
on floral noise
I can tell you need it
But I can't give you a patch
That's one itch that I can't scratch
Just like a good scrapper, you're gonna have to follow through
Solo suffer
Alone, alone, alone
Waiting on your sheep to come home
It's the gritty residue that lingers
Got complicated tattooed on your finger
There's special magic for a girl versus a boy
Got to simply learn to deploy
Wasted on floral noise
There's no over the counter cure for what ails you
All that shit will only fail you
To reach higher, up into storm and making peace with that piece of you that is tortured and broken,
Pieces missing is the only way, the only way
Until then, heading bloody and broken in through the out door
Tasting the floor
Banging your head on a door
Fucked up and wasted on floral noise
Whacked out on floral noise
Life Begins Video
Do you have music-less lyrics laying around (like us)?
Let us know the deets and your current situation in the comments below.
As always, wishing you love, peace, and chicken grease. Until tomorrow...
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