Out of the Blue (and Into the Black)
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Anna Eccentric
Hates limits loves friends spends memes collects things builds love fights hate spins in the sun dances late loves her man loves her woman loves her son and daughter The light falls on the fighter wing Every you Every me turning in the sun carved your name into my heart
Manta
We fly through the sea without wings feathers fifty million years a runner stretched lizard arms to fall on me, beating them against the sky to escape up the hill and sense the fear you taste the air the runner learned to hollow his bones the runner learned to flap his arms the runner changed web footed to glide Buy the sky and sell the sky and lift your arms up to the sky glide below the ocean waves the light plays upon your arms simple peaceful free as high above the ground in the deep sea as the lizard and the eagle
Chain
Form and defend a unified front against the forces of entropy and trump, enjoin the battle against mass hatred forces of evil. Especially double coupon days. Take us to where we are A place in the past. We've been cast out of. I can't stand this indecision paired with a lack of vision Everybody wants to rule the world. And when they do I'll be right behind you Now I'm back in the fight. We're back on the chain gang. Circumstance beyond our control. The phone, tv and news of the world. Got in the house like a pigeon from hell Threw out the sin from our eyes and we ascended to fly The russians forced us to pick Trump. And push us to the the back of the train. Back on the chain gang. I found a picture of you would hijack my world at night Like a break in the battle was your part and the wretched life of a lonely heart The powers that be that force us to live like we do bring me to my knees when I see what they've done to you...
Mistress of the High Sea
Mistress of the High Sea hath set sail. Left her harbor to slow decay One goes west, and one goes east, both from same gale - beyond the horizon she hail And sleepwalking back again, a time crystal's bright glistening setting of the sails and not the gale tell men's way to go. And her eyes stray to the horizon flying across the waves Running before time and before dreams away, she left the myriad creatures fighting upon the ground. to dawn's slow gray The mistress of the high sea has gone away.