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Encapsulating life in its ebb and flows
Here in my garden of crucified Nazarenes
Nails in the forearms
Feet straddled to the sides
Spears that pierce the ribs

all know
Even though... they knew me by name

Hey JC, are we anywhere you thought we'd be?
Seems such loss, hangin' from an old cross
Giving your life

I been laying low cuz a Calypso
But now I gotta leave and head back to home
Almost died at the hands of the founder of Rome
Now my house overrrun by

The quarter deck garden
The anchor the sea
Little boats drift wildly and free
Crosshaven shed's beauty it caresses the green
Of the beautiful hills

Of inspiration and motivation
On occasion some devastation
Are you a dragon or just amazing
Cause we keep having fire conversations

I planted a garden on the moon

Move through the garden at night
And let the moonlight shine off your frozen eyes
Until the sunrise finds
Our clouded path through the vines

December, come to the house
Sit by the fire, burning like Hell
Do I inspire, how could he tell
What does he know, how did he get it
It was my ignorance, could

everything
Well, four seasons had gone by
Still, the garden's dry
No flowers bloom
Right here where once we danced barefoot
& what the hell did we do
When you

Mutual desire to explore our senses
Heat penetrates us, it  flavours us
Intimidated by our brutish instinct
Without doubt care freeness is
Is

garden's come alive again
It's filled with birds again
His pen is filled with words again
His little bauble's dubbed 'Sir Much'
His stone gets rubbed

Michigan's longest garage sale is underway, right now

Bargain for you like a thrifted VCR
Still let me message ya
I guess it's a trial by fire
Grab

I've been down all of this garden
I've been down buffalo too
I saw where all of this started
I never thought it was you

Then it occurred to me

You'll bloom and come into your own
To plant your feet, become unsown
(Oh, the weeds how they grow in a garden begotten by woe)
(Oh Mary, we've come

Livin' here in the southern land
Part of a world that we can't understand 
Down on the beach 
We watch the days go by 
Dancin' under a southern sky

The Bastard Sons of Enoch

Shriekback

Into Topological Space

1996

Cain decked the angel said "fuck you screw"
Shook the garden's dust from off his shoe
Then he walked in the desert a mile or two
He came

the product of its exploitation,
Castrated by gods all snorting cash
The people are still feeding from the trash

Even though I'm feeling good, oh yeah, I'm

beneath our feet,
Mama Gaia got the wisdom that we need.
 
Time to come together like never before,
And break the lock on the garden's door
Remember all

Welcome To My Life \ Lyrics by Matt Gee
An English adaptation based on Gali Hay's Hebrew song "בואי אל גני"

Welcome to my life
I'm flooding into

to worry about a life gone by
our garden runs green under crystal sky
and the smoke has cleared
and you're next to me

earth calls you
no answer
she hides

If this was the last sound I’d ever hear
If these were the words before I disappear
I’d call on you tonight in your garden made of stars
To teach me

beauties
Aid me to scratch the itch inside

Join me in my garden of gorging
I am The Maiden of Molestation
Queen of quivering infants
Masturbating in

Areal! (Mel Blakk Beats)
Heyy ewusie ewusie ewusie
Nero ro!
Sabali sabali sabali
Oh sabali uh huh
He said, Before he waters his garden
He clears out

I'm just Making sure that they gaurd is planted and they yard is fancy when the gardens planted
When the art is painted and the artist panting
And it's

take
Another heartbreak

Can you meet me in the forest?
I don't feel so empty there
Think I'm gonna grow a garden
Just so I can feel the plants

Don't