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• Artiste: Haley Heynderickx
• Titre: Boars
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Chicken wire hacks half facts in the flashbacks hoofing through the split shot sod There's a crow king cawing at the grunt snout mawing through the body of the burialy dog Ring it out slow ring it high make it glow like the crickets in the telephone haze Stag shape runaway busted bumper palisade synchronized sinusoidal waves I spent a little time in the castle (I spent a little time in the castle) But I never had that dream (But I never had that dream) I was always hipping through the cat grass living Like the only little slugger who can sing I don't see it I don't see it I don't see it clear But I hear it sometimes pretty good Ricochet flash of a green bird fat feather Sweet singing under keratin hooves I've been going back and forth baby water holy war Revolution isn't doing what I used to use it for River high river roar stray dog wild boar We were staying at the farm hearing something in the dark Dead heather predator snuggle buggy vetiver Wishing I could just go there Wishing I could just go be Wishing I was hipping through the cat grass Living like the only little slugger who can sing Someone called it caught then it flit fauned off In a drip drawn reeling kind of rush There's a careful way of falling there's a quiquiriqui calling And a downy bed of dust over what it maybe was So a thanks be to Woody G gummy sap stack of leaves God loving every one of us going belly up and bust Going belly up and belly up and belly up and belly up And belly up and belly up and belly up And skip the stream memory kerosene kind of heat I remember you more than any kind of truth More than blush fern silver sage ruddy poet on the page Downy eared cutty hogs digging in the resevoir Monserrat money makers rooting in the rootabega If we ever make it out of Spain (If we ever make it out of Spain) I'm hoping we don't make it that far (I'm hoping we don't make it that far) I'm hoping we'll be hipping through the cat grass Living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm (Living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm)