Picked up a tree

by Brian Poloncic

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Picked up a tree, is she gonna be back in a year to listen?  Better geek it’s sweet and even though it’s soon I’d assume have a day and a chance to groove some of this, I always make like your world  -  Falling ever so sleep, too much for me, I clamber and reach getting up soon  -  We’d all have a Lincoln, we’d get the couch in faded blues, and there ended to lead me to my dreams, enlighten me, with a head to fuel you  -  The priest smokes marijuana, but the eyes are mine, bare white tactics advancing plenty after laying down to get real news waves that I had a nap  and you want to fire all the sinners and get amped where I thought you were a merry go leaf  -  Temptations I tried to save, but I puked double down the drain, asylum in tone once we all were loose, all the danger suited  today begin, walking downtown and begin a beat we’d separate old acreages and rhythms shooting from our finger tips  -  All your dancers linger on, I’ll drag and send reason  -  I can  flip that bleeding paramount running up the ivory coast  -  Closeness runs with it,  adjourning now that we’re fleeing listeners on the green, you’re a dancer of my oil, get up perky little loan, flowing silent why I won’t sing, don’t play along you wait for a trip is sewn, now protect us sane  -   Ocean’s what we’ve said and what we’ve seen, it’s all we hope for peace of mind, after startling us open  -  Girls on a thousand punks bumming out  -  I sent for drugs, please don’t land on me  -  Split, that’s it head and arm, caves go away, don’t shoulder and digress who we have, it’s got to, a creative crux, a forest no one can confuse me with now  -  Sometimes whiskey and dropped riders flee, aiming true tires, now go on, don’t forget bacon and white cuffs,  I didn’t see it  -  We’re out of trashbags, you’re in my dreams don’t shake me free, that’s all the same it’s just the weekend and she hopes to dance  -  A ways for scratch,  go on where you see from, a junction on a bicycle where all the people come from, where it is so imperative to be an obscure star  -  We’ve got no yard good thing you don’t see rocks and culprits and desperate youth  -   Flight of check list hurrah!  A venture!  Checking in with custard for the world.