Little Idle Inkworm Whatever Comes Next
Little Idle Inkworm
Quarter kine corncob, draggin' back my bill-hall Stealth as a cancer - like, drastic--Rohypnol? Don't dick. Witness, hypocritic cryptic. Dragon in a back bend - leaving all the bags behind. Don't cry, baby. You're a little idle ink worm. Waiting in the side stage, driving through a thick storm blind. We're in the eyelet - Spinnin' til we're violet. Telling all the wise kids, hooked up to the crime kit, We are the eye sore. Always seem to want more. Always on the upside... lookin' down our nose and sword. Well don't cry, baby, you're a little idle ink squid waitin' on divine play, while prying off a thick lid Hope yet spent, you're expression yet to happen crying for a new life - wonderin' where you last been hid. Well don't cry, baby. You're an overflowing ink well who's begging for a pen quill, some paper, and a candle. Hope wise spent, an expression of extraction. Of life, still left in traction, wondering if the bones will knit. |
1. Man Named Braille 02:28
2. Shiver Honed 02:52 3. Little Idle Inkworm 02:22 4. Mighty Ho 02:28 5. Time Travel 01:56 6. Forsythe Two-Step 03:30 7. Be (What Was Her Name?) 04:35 8. Whatever Comes Next 03:27 9. Hectic in Fourty-Four 00:44 10. Sure Sight 02:56 11. Fine Mind Weeped 01:29 12. Cypress 05:16 13. Extraneous 01:47 14. Goodness Gracious (Rooster Dance) 03:00 15. Resident I 04:39 16. Just As Well 02:48 17. Yessir 03:00 18. Sassafras 03:07 |
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