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Blue Moon & Orange

from 183427106 LP by Grant Livesay

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Instrumental composed on June 23rd, 2010.
Beat originally entitled "Blue Moon and Orange".

lyrics

i used to muse on the sound of an artistic...

i used to muse on the moon within your irises
when we kissed outside and you kept your eyes open
focus on the features in the creek
locus while it rains of a coryphée in heat

blue is at wrist of boxing glove
lover made painting of music tree
tattoo above hip said breathe
mouth below tattoo said please
blue is at wrist of boxing glove
lover made painting of music tree
tattoo above hip said breathe
mouth above tattoo said leave

tattoo above hip said breathe
mouth below tattoo said please
tattoo above hip said breathe
mouth above tattoo said leave

as i exhale betwixt your legs
i just want to taste where language comes from
cum on your face occasionally
and love you like my heart never left
this dexterous theft’s bereft chest
pressed for bass and treble clefs
lest the race for life’s pacemaker
piece perfect tempo entail
achievements of eternal rest…
crest and trough, troubadour
paint forlorn more discernible than waveforms
there’s a great storm with all your
whores’ eyes on the horizon
from winston to charleston,
there’s a great storm with all the
world’s thighs open
from winston to charleston
bygones be tides, pause…

orange mold mighty pervasive invading basement tile giggling at yonder god-forsaking beat maker making up lofty aesthetic ideals installed on three gigs of ram and a pile of rummage, condom wrappers fashioned makeshift night stand
and rapping to mona lisa leave it be moaner groaning when the sun saturates stained black bed sheets seated on the same square feet bare feet flex upon before french one oh one oh one young lover in fifty with a motto so fit and so filthy fucking so many sons and daughters it seems, [huph mahn] zero seventeen
dead crickets and cookie crumbs caked on my welcome mat
for all your lusty lonely souls to find their way back
mostly busty but i certainly posited my pencil dick on more than a few sternums
i mention this sternly
the walking dead ought to rest their knees occasionally
carnal equinox and i tit-fucked through that whole premiere, amc, straight seasonally
paid for plenty of dinners, edited infinite papers
and kept a fair number of your progeny from the eternal gentry
grateful? i think i’m just hateful
and a fair number loved me
this outward aura so comely…
so come to me

so come to me...

before the moon falls from your eyes back down between your thighs.

credits

from 183427106 LP, released January 28, 2014

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Grant Livesay Winston Salem, North Carolina

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