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we’re heading towards the highlands
like a southerly surge
walking on waves, the peaks look like islands
where the sea and land merge
beneath the stars above
hills and valleys and gentle giants
we’re gonna touch it up

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Feels like I’m walking on eggshells — again.
You and your ways — you flick on the lights!
A thousand fortunes lay — in the cookie crumbs.
Crazy what role perception plays — in every day.
Feeling a little more ambitious today — I think I may test my luck, I think I might.

“Good Frends and Foe,
My notes were wrote not to lay to rest, ne to rvst.
Go on with your day and do what you mvst.
But for Iesvs sake don’t let me turn to dvst.
Curst be he that leaves me alone,
And bleste be ye man yt DIGS ME UP!”

Much Love,
V AS IN VINYL

 

The rain has us all by the reins.

Afterall, the rain will reign supreme.

Even when it falls, the rain reigns supreme.

– Signed with floods of love from the rain, to all below the rain.

Throw a fastball
Next they’ll want you to curve it
Don’t be too embarrassed if you fall
We’re not perfect
Yeah y’all – it’s not all pretty, it can be dull
And sometimes a daydream
Can break you out of a lull
Shifting on the ten speed
Like pushing fast forward after pause
And we got you saying
‘What in the World Just Happened’
Kind of like the reaction
The Indians sold ‘Manna-Hattin’
For half of a fifty dollar bill?

FOR REAL.

What happens when clouds collide
Do they make a sound
Ideas misplaced
Rest turns to sleep
1800 Dreams
Clouds collide
The skies sing
Viral Melodies
Hearts skip a ring
The Oaks miss the Spring
And scripts of fear paint the wall
In the breeze the branches lean
The sky looks like its about to Fall
This Year – There Won’t Be A Summer

Watch the pot and the pendulum
Get hypnotized
Thoughts fly, jump right in
Sailor dive
The top, it’ll spin
Until the count of alive
Times are selfish
Can I catch a ride?

The Earth ain’t shaking
but sure are our legs.
And here we are,
in our minds,
standing still – waiting
For it all to Break.

She said,
“What do you think of the sight,
the sky full of meteorite.
It’s good seeing sights,
landscapes, and cities,
walking streets and bench sitting.
With you – and me to your right.”

The sun, the day, the ice, our fate.
We’re all waiting on it to break.