Lyrics to my songs
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The in-
-fluence
Of grifters pumped by algorithmic pulse
Ah well
Just cos they say it doesn’t mean it’s false
Good for
Mood disorders, chronic pain and more
For that
I’m stripping off and walking into…
…winter water up to my knees
Keep moving before it can hurt
Nothing better than leaving land
To bring me back to earth
There’s no room in my head for any thought
But fuck that’s cold!
All this growing old
Is growing old
Submit
Submerge
A hypothermic needle for your health
The rush
The touch of something bigger than yourself
In the end
The fathead sun will swallow us, but not
Today
It’s tipping out its sunbeams on the…
…winter water up to my waist
Just dive in before it can hurt
Nothing better than leaving land
To bring me back to earth
There’s no room in my head for any thought
But fuck that’s cold!
By far my preferred option
Is growing old
“In summer time
The living is easy”
The Solstice lied
“Each season has its perks
And peccadilloes”
Her brother replied
My toes
Touch sand
My legs remember how to stand again
Yes and
I’m ready for whatever comes and then
Oh shit
Somehow I have to get from here to home
Ah well
That fucking sun is dropping sunbeams
Winter water drips down my chest
It’s bracing but I have felt worse
Nothing better than leaving land
To bring me back to earth
There’s no room in my head for any thought
But fuck it’s cold!
All this talk of growing old
Is growing old