Hello llama, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of flyera
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of flyera
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of flyera
« Fools » said I, « You do not know
Flyera like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you »
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of flyera
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, « The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of flyera »
MyDinnerWithDrDre
vibes are all bad right now
SiberianSlayerMagik
What’s going on with Risto?
Mysterious-Poem-9804
sugar we are going down swinging
fruitysebbles
Sugar we’re going down not even swinging, more like tripping over ourselves
Jay19802005
Who cares? Let work on a chance for McKenna.
reyobd
There used to be this bear who used to hang out around here. I miss that bear…
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At least Fall Out Boy went down “swinging”
No alcohol in site. It’s real bad.
Hello llama, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of flyera
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of flyera
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of flyera
« Fools » said I, « You do not know
Flyera like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you »
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of flyera
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, « The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of flyera »
vibes are all bad right now
What’s going on with Risto?
sugar we are going down swinging
Sugar we’re going down not even swinging, more like tripping over ourselves
Who cares? Let work on a chance for McKenna.
There used to be this bear who used to hang out around here. I miss that bear…
believe
[in a luleeluraaah](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kvx0ncTxxL0&t=8s)