i used to be in a two person indie acoustic band called lupus crux. here is one of our songs.
get a sense of my wandering power
i can do anything but have nothing to do
walk through the roses you and i become flowers
i can do anything if there's something to lose
i can do anything but i'd rather see you
a monument to my life in the middle
of greatness and depravity of soul
sick even when fit as a fiddle
sand to fill in the hole
sand for this maddening hole
something's got to happen in a week's time
or i swear to you my brain will implode
decide against an obvious ryhme
i can do anything when it's time to go
i can do anything if i've got a hand to hold
[unintelligible]
look what you do you hardly use your hands
that EEG don't reflect the dreamline
how can i get all that i need?
i'm made up of pieces of a man
[special thanks to claire phillips]
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