Tag: poetry
Writing Songs! (Again) Playing Guitar & Getting My Chops Back, as Well as Working on Beat Tracking. Wrote Some Lyrics and Laying Out An Album Plan, Hoping to Make a Different Sort of Sound. Read ‘Black Market’ Lyrics
Working on a new song, playing guitar again and getting my chops back, as well as working with fruity loops to track beats. Wrote these lyrics and hoping to make a different sort of sound. 'Black Market' - Jet Black Airlines red velvet rope secret handshakes, grim skeleton gladhand onto “the list ” Shrugged off … Continue reading Writing Songs! (Again) Playing Guitar & Getting My Chops Back, as Well as Working on Beat Tracking. Wrote Some Lyrics and Laying Out An Album Plan, Hoping to Make a Different Sort of Sound. Read ‘Black Market’ Lyrics
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘Adoration of the Madonna, Tits As Sweet As Lena Paul’s’ by Cypress Butane
Adoration of the Madonna, Tits as Sweet as Lena Paul'sby Cypress Butane there's a reason the most christlikeof the claimers of the thronehand out soup and hold hands diseased and dyingknowing what kurt cobain fully knowsthat the most influencer move to get your followers to grind that daily bread is to let the bad folks … Continue reading POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘Adoration of the Madonna, Tits As Sweet As Lena Paul’s’ by Cypress Butane
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘The Virtue of Betrayal’ – by Cypress Butane
Dedicated to Poe and Other Dogs Worth Shooting in Self Defense and Love
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘God Loves a Criminal’ – by Cypress Butane
Then soon I wake and find the Love that keeps me going
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Hey Will Sayer!’
Kiss Your Parents Good Night And Light Another Flag On Fire
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Squeaky Fromage Dick Cleanse’
Squeaky Fromage Dick Cleanse By Cypress Butane sanitizing is the verbfor making something saneyou told yourselfto just stop talkingyeah, cause, every thing you sayis hatingand the reason for economythat is, the thingis inhibitions\dispensationsdisillusion is a -wayof say, to hate your revelationsand clarity of consciousblown out of waysdays at the racesyou only wish a follow upmeant … Continue reading POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Squeaky Fromage Dick Cleanse’
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Punk Rock Waitress’
There’s a punk rock waitress And she’s singing in a band And she leans over the mic Is it cause all day she has to stand Or is she reaching out for something That nobody understands So she has to duck down low To try to touch it with her hands
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Night Comes to River City’
It’s out there, you said,
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Don’t Take Your Dreams To School, Boy. Leave Your Dreams at Home’
who will just disappear having ‘done nothing’, weird
The Haunted Typewriter 