If you want it that badly, he'll give it graciously. It's just a memory, but he wants to hold on. A held hit under his tongue. Books wept when he was young. Bees buzzed, but never stung. Remember till it's gone. You didn't want him to know, to get wise, or to grow. You couldn't let him be more than what you are good for. He's made a desperate run. He hides what he has done. Now that you've had your fun, release him to the dawn. You didn't want him to know, to get wise, or to grow. You couldn't let him be more than what you are good for. Your broken back will come to heal. You'll find justice upon appeal. Since the attack, he understands. You deal with this with open hands. On and on, through and through, over and over, what do you do? When you have gotten caught and you are burning hot, it's more likely than not a picture you have drawn. Oh, holy night when we were stars, aligned. Keep me out of sight and I will keep you out of mind. Teacher and friend, time has all but killed to me, hold me to the end, and I'll try not to set you free. Now, prophesy. Contract as I expand. Look me in the eye and I'll shake your six-fingered hand.
credits
from Acid Casual,
released March 3, 2013
Brooks – acoustic guitars, bass, organ, trumpets, trombones
Bradford Highnam – drums
Skye Carrasco – violin, viola
Cole Highnam – cello
Alison Cooper – clarinet
Peter Balestrieri – alto and baritone saxophone
Nicholas Leo - piano
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