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Some Years Before
Clad in simple red
Fingers dance upon a board
Enter a glistening dream of alkaline
Hair slick back
Joyful ruse in her voice
She beckons me to come along
I'll never follow you
Because my feet just won't move
I'd rather be in a landslide
Than standing here
It's been so long
Since I've felt lightheaded
Waist deep in something unseen
Little reflection
For a moment I'm frozen
Scared to death on this odyssey
I'll never follow you
Because my feet just won't move
I'd rather be in a landslide
Than standing here
You tell me I'm wrong
But what is there to find out here
Other than what's beneath
Poseidon's avenue
I want nothing else
You can't change my mind
My belief is based on old memories
No, I won't walk on water
I'll never follow you
Because my feet just won't move
I'd rather be in a landslide
Than standing here
You tell me I'm wrong
But what is there to find out here
Other than what's beneath
Poseidon's avenue
Fingers dance upon a board
Enter a glistening dream of alkaline
Hair slick back
Joyful ruse in her voice
She beckons me to come along
I'll never follow you
Because my feet just won't move
I'd rather be in a landslide
Than standing here
It's been so long
Since I've felt lightheaded
Waist deep in something unseen
Little reflection
For a moment I'm frozen
Scared to death on this odyssey
I'll never follow you
Because my feet just won't move
I'd rather be in a landslide
Than standing here
You tell me I'm wrong
But what is there to find out here
Other than what's beneath
Poseidon's avenue
I want nothing else
You can't change my mind
My belief is based on old memories
No, I won't walk on water
I'll never follow you
Because my feet just won't move
I'd rather be in a landslide
Than standing here
You tell me I'm wrong
But what is there to find out here
Other than what's beneath
Poseidon's avenue
Published 14th Aug 2014
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Anonymous
15th Aug 2014 1:04am
I hear Sade's voice sensually crooning in the foreground of this piece, CC. Loved it;). . .xo, Devlin.
15th Aug 2014 7:45am
It has that imagery of vikings in a boat
In a journey and saying that they're praising there own Gods
But at the same time it feels like your rejecting someone you looked up to
Cool song man
Awesome
In a journey and saying that they're praising there own Gods
But at the same time it feels like your rejecting someone you looked up to
Cool song man
Awesome
20th Aug 2014 6:20am
I see so many things within your words sir
The simple rejection of being led on by a woman
The refusal of a sailor to listen to song of a siren
Last but not least i felt the need of a man to prove that he will not b led by anybody...not even a God
Grt work hun
Belle
The simple rejection of being led on by a woman
The refusal of a sailor to listen to song of a siren
Last but not least i felt the need of a man to prove that he will not b led by anybody...not even a God
Grt work hun
Belle
