Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the gray summer morning of june
crawls into the corner of my eyelids

it is like being dropped out of an airplane
waking up as i land with a parachute?

tra la la la
music from mr marley
wakes me up- sweetly

had to blow someone outta my sphere
no way will i listen or hear
that what you do
makes me less than
a splash

had to toss those ideas in the trash
or chase the fear with a spear
feel the spirit
even when i do not want to hear it

seems like the truth gets revealed
in a flash
even when it makes me feel
like i have have been peeled
and eaten
no more crying
i gonna put this on-
let my hair down
forget about these clowns
and go get my feet done

Up and down and up and down. I know this. Good capture.