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Paul Rousseau Aug 2012
Lady in red
My disposition was read  
My expedition for change
My pockets are full of change

My pockets are full of change
My pockets are soulful of change
Paul Rousseau Aug 2012
Weren’t you a member?
A child to the sun
All the frightening of lions and thundering shamelessly
Tell me how often did you play the games, are you too old
Look to them now
They’re formed from nostalgia and built by the mean ones
Consecutive airwaves cut common foot gluttons; they’ll eat you alive
Run from them now
I’d ask for a teacup but your mind is racing me
Back to the start where our backs began facing what fools know
Clap for them now
Yes they were sleeping I realize misfortune
Stop subtle reaping we need them back onto our side!
Paul Rousseau Aug 2012
Electric water I bite you
  Off again
Sheet rock solder I am your
  Only friend
We meet up weekly
We tell each other lies
I fed the sheep and
We gave our parting tides

Oh yes we get lost
Oh yes we are gone

My, avocado I know you want
  To lead
My, dear Mason to us you
  Are freed
My two faced flower what happened to
  Your lips
Eight is the hour to which the
  Ceiling drips

Oh yes we get lost
Oh yes we are gone
Paul Rousseau Aug 2012
Loose gravel come and it
Ride up your shirt and it
It can’t contend but it
It knows its worth and it
It can pretend and it
It can befriend but it
It knows its worth and it
It’s place on Earth and it
It’s velvet song
It won’t be long
Loose gravel come and it
It won’t belong
Paul Rousseau Jul 2012
Once this girl, she had me
But then I called her bluff
I found she was double dealing
And lord declared enough
The balance did catch up now
Her man perused a thrill
She came to me for comfort
And you know she’s searching still

-Oh my lord
She’ll never find no comfort here
This little girl will have to linger
My pity train will steer clear

She cried to me in the morning
She begged me all through the day
She was on her knees by nightfall
Lord I’d have it no other way

-Aw yes
She’ll never find no comfort here
This little girl will have to linger
My pity train will steer clear

So then I sat her near me
I took her by the waist
I told her so very sweetly
That this was all a piece of fate

-Oh my lord
She’ll never find no comfort here
This little girl will have to linger
My pity train will steer clear
Paul Rousseau Jul 2012
My 5 o’clock shadow shielded my 4 o’clock guilt
The shady gentleman in the corner is a no one
The man to his left, a soapbox of stilts
Still, a matchbook
Strikingly same
A celestial speaker
A back of green to maim
Paul Rousseau Jul 2012
Who did you come to see?
Was it me or a theater on screen?
If I faced my back
Would you feel the entertainment lack?
Or would you laugh and listen closer to the seam?
Company
Am I any clearer?
Empathy
Why do we tend to fear her?
If I could place a finger on the crown when it’s getting nearer
I’m sure the kids would cheer
I’m sure they’d wish they’d be here
Are you satisfied with the band?
Have you come any closer to the man?
If I traced my will
Would you give it time to fill?
Or would you ask to see the palm of my hand?
Company
Am I any clearer?
Apathy
Why do we tend to fear her?
If I could place a finger on the crown when it’s getting nearer
I’m sure the kids would cheer
I’m sure they’d wish they’d be here
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