abusing_of_the_rib atmosphere i want to follow the footprints across my lover's stomach i want to call out her name before i plummet i wish i had a map of the terrain so i could step around the landmines, avoid the beasts under the bed that bring the bad times i wanna find this here so-called treasure: the pleasure, the trinkets, the never-ending weekends acknowledging that i'm still just a piece of the sequence but seeing this different footprints got me needin' to show my weakness timelines, the time zones i cross them with my eyes closed memorize the landmarks and learn the cycles the weather patterns how the seasons affect the east and the west of each region learn the cycles forget about the fact that many trails have been tracked maybe it's a plus that there's a path if this was some uncharted land i'd have to be a smarter man willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest the natural resources are unlimited exploration only requires some desire and initiative take your time and find the right way to climb it ain't safe to play games with natures mind and if i could show you, you would never leave it... i wanna ride a train up my lover's arm destination the brain to climb out and find out what's going on cut through trees and ride through rocks and synchronize the universal sundial to my watch i've seen a lot but not quite as much as her to top it off the memory and her imagination blur i know she's been put through hell i can feel it and i know she's touched heaven as well trying to steal it it came on and it taught her the song strung her along and it caught her when that guard was gone now to the break of dawn she wants to feel that fix and all the family and friends is trying to seal them lips i'm not dumb i can hear that train come from miles away i'm setting obstacles to stop the arrival gonna blow up the iron and wood road from what i understood those be the orifice of her survival my recital yet another tantrum because she's highly excitable swinging moods at random no happy endings always off to a bad start addictive voyeuristic to the trackmarks and if i could show you, you would never leave it 080310 ... redfish incredibly timed, sequenced, and written. this was some kind of music. ciao bella. 080310 ... the lord cutteth and the lord pasteth away some kind of music, indeed, by a band named atmosphere. 080310 what's it to you? who go blather from