ninth vest

Harsh wind, handful name please, our home this palace i know it doesn't look like much but i seem to hear you yield, say the sun gong hey pocket, but not reasoning on the roulette, the man with the gun in the corner with the corn, all to himself, all by himself he climbed the beat him you see that little man in mess, the bang of tea pants, while we wait... notice were thinking the same way, our beat beating, heart stepping now to meet loud and clear, with the chimes in a stand still, our piano is playing, while the skeleton chuckles and her flesh sticks to her bones. maybe we shall peel her, an whatta vibrations, you'd be that man with no hands on the piano, fast and furious bullshit, and the house crowded, woo generations. back against a wall notice were spinning, and dizzying our hearts to fall deep but forget it was stuck to my shoe, and the shadow of the bird, and the drooling pur of his cat was spin-hat after life we hear about all the time, tear man somewhere else, planet earth is to full, and the sounds of the vibes now we all begin to see handed over to pages tare my looks i got all the people focused on someone else, some one with the neat side walk man with the red painted van, i go...