SONG 12 + 08.02.15

One Song

Every Month

Until the Day I Die

One Song

Every Month

Until the Day I Die

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THIS MONTH'S ARTIST

Mr. Signwriter

The Dead lead the way to winter naked golden crowns - so my eyes hold on to heaven’s scars of tar and brown - she cradles me with razors seeking to erase my fear that I’m not free - so now with two moons on the horizon I taste the salton sea _ and if this game wont let you be here now – it’s your state of mind don’t trust it anyhow - (Get up on get off our department of art department) - So we drink to the devils eyes cloaked in diamonds - our disguise - we’re not tarnished by your 9-5 - the daily grind cos we were getting high - so she cradles me with razors seeking to erase my fear that we are not free - slow down set sail for easter island where you can lick the salt from me _ and if this game wont let you be here now – it’s your stale old mind don’t trust it anyhow - and when this game is who you are the same old face of fame – big wows ! (Get up on get off our department of art department) get up on – get a bong – get up on – get a bong x _ and if this game wont let you be here now – it’s the same old drug don’t trust it anyhows - (Get up on get off on our department of art department) _ The dead led the way to winter to lay their souls to rest, so my eyes can be adjusted to the failure of this quest x

Department of art

Prints Jackson Project

Prints Jackson Project

Department of art

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