Schism Gist of the SCAT to the Nines with Boyz 'round here! #RollingStones #BlakeShelton #ChrisJannsen

YOU AND YOUR FIRST PEACE OF EIGHT

Danced up an ice storm in the circle of devils and dust they kicked up during the shindig
Phantoms left over now but that’s all in the past, died on the way home, a long time, I dig
Now, I finally got to the end where I was always headed, just not as soon as it’s appearin’
Beauty I breathed into my lungs with the forest fire sparks, still survived the mortality sin.

Port of your entry is from the darkness’ legs spread wide open, beyond the pale of a pail
Fortunately for you & I, every night you fall asleep in bed, you’ve blind faith you’ll prevail
Off guard or on, fate or fortune granted by an ancestor ghost, unseen Lake Michigan foam
Silence louder than the factory whistle blasting the signal to go get drunk or go on home.

Ten toes, ten fingers, two arms, two legs to animate the soul in the rib cage, blown mind one
As much as you can within reason, cool Kool-Aide got you drunk, burned the silver toke funk
High and mighty hole separated from the thing, atomic shaped form of a specific holy monk
Mares, studs, that’s all for now, getting no older than the writing on the cave’s sheetrockin’.

Rolled the leaf into the dream of squeezing the box, shooting the air’s sound into the ears
Monks flyin’ to avoid the road you’re on, I don’t want to pass you and make you feel fears
That you’re not as fast as I am means nothing, slipped away before you knew it, we’re woke
Long walk, short drive, mouth is smashed, skull is caved in, angels must be on a line of Coke.

Crowd is out of my control, just like it will be when you’re dead & gone, just like that
There was a key for the locked door but it was a skeleton buried in Orléans’ saints shat
They ate and drank and they needed to live & act as if life on Earth was important too
Just like you do, we all do, only the preconceived is closer to the Truth than I, fight foo.

On finding my mind locked into an infinite loop of unintentional consequences, it’s fated
Somnambulism granted by the gatekeeper of heaven, alarmed clock struck twelve for fun
Peaceful tribes who do not battle in any human war of stealing the luck of the Irishman son
On guard, ready always, it may be over in a swift pass of the blade or bullet, had a good run!

I’m gonna run the table on you before you know it, how does it feel to know it before I do?
Quite nice to know what will happen in advance, you can bet your bottom dollar on that, so
Matter and the energy burning to animate the result of the Big Bang, effulgence of plasma O
Call it a word, a sound, a name, noun or verb, subject or predicate, we all die, we all gotta go.

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c. Lundi, 3-13-2023 A.D. @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @TheRollingStones #Vienna2022FullConcert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yafcId3UYcE }
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