Poems, Music, And Lyrics by P-sychiatrist (Branden Steinagle) "Pretty Lips" When I saw her on the edge, I thought I knew just what to say When I saw him squeeze her little hand, I had to prove I was her man. Pretty lips hold me down, from the tops of buildings [to the], velvet underground. Pretty lips hold me down. Squamous epithelium stratified around Lyra’s tongue was freezer burnt, but at the time I didn’t have concerns. So I left her stranded in a field. Where nothing is impossible. Pretty lips hold me down, from the tops of buildings to the velvet underground Pretty lips hold me down, squamous epithelium lubricates the sounds No no no no no no no. Help me. "Egungun-oya"
Strive for peace and honesty, strive for peace and honestly: I’ve given all I can for love. I’ve given all I can for love. If the soul can crack then so can I. Pray enslave my thoughts to sanctify That I’ve given all I can give up (I’m not a martyr, I’m a cause), just to salvage nothing more corrupt (I’m not a martyr, I’m a cause). Strive for peace and honesty, strive for peace and honestly: The widow is the murderer, the widow is the murderer. With exceptions reckoning applied, in the bath we share a second life. An eternity of love revived (hope and warmth and love revived), Brings cold air of truth for which I strive Still I’m letting go of the holy ghost. Ya gotta let it go, that holy ghost. Egungun Oya, Egungun Oya Candelaria, Candelaria Ma Yoruban Ma, Ma Yoruban Ma, Orunmila, Orunmila “Elerí Orula ipín Iré keji Olodumare Onatumo agbedebeyo Alapa siyan iwi Oduduwa Aché mini ishe, Orunla somo somo Orunla Iboru, Orunla Iboyá, Orunla Ibosheshé" "Tired Of Your Dancing" She thinks she’s so innocent, breaking all their hearts like that She claims she loves her parents. She’ll wait until she’s married (that little lying girl). Never knowing of remorse, chase her down her stubborn course She says she’s independent, like she is any different (from the rest). I don’t wanna hear it, I don’t wanna see it, I’m tired of your dancing. It’s such a waste of time, such a waste of time. She will always play the part of the one who has it hard She hides behind appearance, and finds her friends on clearance She’ll always be innocent, cherishing her ignorance. Why cry? You'll still be lonely. Girl you were my only (once). I don’t wanna hear it, I don’t wanna see it, I’m tired of your dancing. It’s such a waste of time, such a waste of time. Don’t you shed a single tear, I’ll still haunt you through the years. And lest our bodies sever, twin spirits meet in ether. What’s left to believe in? Holiest of heathen Swim forever in semen. A husband and a wife invented me one night in ‘93. And I will try to fight the feeling. And I will try to try again. Because I must try to fight the feeling. And I will try to form a friend.
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