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Backtrack To Sherwood

from Portrait Of A Poet by Suburban Streets

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Lend me your ears and only your ears for I have an anecdote to share about an orphan born a child to a family of doctors and liars ; left with nothing but his dreams an a bottle of liquor. A hope to be the greatest writer Florida has ever bared, but before we share his story I must share a tale ; about his inspirations the delegates the Freemasons. This is a flashback a Backtrack To Sherwood.

We're gonna make this count

We are the delegates and Freemasons
And from the bottom of our hearts
Architects of beauty with a sleeve so conspicuously
Sheltered and hidden with nothing left to see
We're burning and drowning within the act
Of scenes or so it seemed until the seams were sewn

To keep my conscience clean I'll keep my liquor down
I don't remember your name but I remember your sound
To keep my conscience clean I'll keep my liquor down
So hold your breath I'll hold whoever's next in line

We're burning bridges to get to work
(So get to work)
With no incentive to come back home
(No)
I don't believe in anything except the lust of love
I don't pursue I won't presume that this is what I want
I'm just a mess a man of a thousand words
Summarized in four
"I need this more"
Than "your love then your trust with a rendezvous"
And most of all I never really needed you

Don't let your used tongue slip away
On avenues where the snow starts way too late
Cover up it's way too soon for dancing on a Summer's Spring
If we were acting this would be a perfect Hollywood scene
Don't leave I don't wanna watch you walk away
As much as I wanted to yesterday
Oh my God what the Hell have I done?

They say a poet's just a writer who found a new faith, may it be from God, His Love, a passion or hate. Every letter's a passage every word is a novel. When the words hit your eyes they hit your heart and sing like this.

Whoa oh

Every letter's a passage every word is a novel
When the words hit your eyes they hit your heart and sing

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from Portrait Of A Poet, track released February 9, 2014
Produced by Avi Kabir

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