Heyo fellow aroace here. I have a friend whose absolutely obsessed with Epic if you want me to tag her.
Hiya! Always a pleasure to meet a fellow aroace 💚💜 I would love if you could tag her, so far I only have one of my in person friends hooked on it, I need more people to chat with about this masterpiece!
Doing much better in every way :)) Thanks for much for friends reaching out lately. I'm up practicing a new one little dream creation. I've been doing super better, happy and inspired. My birthday is coming, I prefer making gifts for everyone else. Hoping to have a new album done by then but can't rush it. From a collection of meant to be simple-ish songbook tunes.
LAZY BONES
From the morning moans to the evening sighs
from the sweet half light to the twilight rise
He lives at the top of the treelimbs
He lives on the top of the world
and never has woken one day
or has spoken but mumbling in his own worlds
the fat feathered butts of the sparrows
the lilting of night-birdie swoons
all crooning him softly, his mooning not waffling,
quelling his endless sweet snooze.
He lives in a robins nest tucked in a whorl of leafy vests;
the black swans of stars carry him far.
Lazy bones, you're sleeping, lazy bones you dream
don't ever wake up, don't ever wake up.
The lilacs are stippled with moonbeams;
a whippletree'd carriage of birds
that slips through a caramel slice of the sky
pulling frogs snapping tongues at the flies!
the mewing of cats in a trio, a glee club of rats with black ties,
fat little cherubs are stumbling bumbling drunk on amphoras of wine
And even when thunder and lightning is frightening there's nothing that's waking this man!!!
The shaking of limbs and the strongest of winds and yet nothing with break them and wake him and all that he's doing is snoring and dreaming and maybe he's dreaming us all into being so...
just let him sleep
a river a rantipoles riding
big kettled coveys on bats
the swells wearing squirrels that run in fast
up in spiraling swirls to the crooks of their hats
a black veil of devils all wooing
the angels who sweep up their brumes
slooping and swirling a rapture unfurling
wild and impure-ious fume
He lives in a robins nest tucked in a whorl of leafy vests;
the black swans of stars carry him far.
Lazy bones, you're sleeping, lazy bones you dream
don't ever wake up, don't ever wake up.