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What Became Of His Backbone? EP

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Clive Fane Fresh and original. I like the uncluttered arrangements too. Favorite track: What Became of His Backbone?.
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As I watch rain drops sliding, she paints her toes and her cigarette burns down.The twins she had they are crying, but it’s controlled like her manner, and her man. He’s aged fast in the past years, like an old oak struck by lightning, choked and fried and what became of his backbone, it’s on the clothes line, It’s hanging out to dry Do you seek a disaster cut of your nose and then snort a line of salt, blame is always your factor, you’re on a mission pointing fingers saying “it’s your fault” Is it fair what you’re doing to the friends you decided not to keep? The remainder tell stories they’d stab you comfortably or strangle you while in your sleep. Your attack on me should've crushed me but it all backfired it only made me strong. Your mistake you see was to gallop without looking dear you're nothing now to me. So your plans they are forming yet foaming over to join other things you didn’t do. Step away from the soap box, listen to me because no one is listening to you. Are you proud of your campaign, did it go well for you, did you drum up much party support? People can’t be that stupid, I’ll bitch about you with a friendly does of moral support. It’s a shame for your comrades, you mortify them at every twist and turn. You’re a braying bastard, will you ever learn? Your attack on me should've crushed me but it all backfired it only made me strong. Your mistake you see was to gallop without looking dear you're nothing now to me.
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Follow me sweetly as you look, I want to take a part of you for me to keep. Swaddle me up in cancer-strips, sibling became your daddy, hard to explain to anyone. He warmed you up and then he let you free, cold and naked on the heath he left you. Follow me sweetly and we will go ride to the sun. There I will touch you, your heart it will bleed for my love. follow me sweetly as can be, I want to take a part of you to test on me. dressed with desire fresh and free, your lily whites don’t matter, spattered with stains that frame you there. He warmed you up and then he let you free, cold and naked on the heath he left you. Follow me sweetly and we will go ride to the sun. There I will touch you, your heart it will bleed for my love.
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Peter was a risky boy, his mother and his auntie talked a lot, about his regard for his child and what he wastes his money on. He condones what he’d not condone in someone else. He would put upon her tiny frame when she undressed. He stutters utterances at her soaking face, he feels a modicum of a disgrace. For Pete’s sake we went dancing in the dark. We told him to stop but he was far too gone. A patron took his late telephone call. They tried hold him on but his desire was long gone, he was weeping on his knees clutching a letter from of Louise. (A letter from Louise). Peter took but not one shred and then he blamed it on her soul, denying all that he could see, its laughable he believed the lies he told. He endured what he'd not endure in strangers hoods. He would wretch upon her tiny shoulders covered up. He stutters utterances at her soaking face. he feels a modicum of a disgrace. For Pete’s sake we went dancing in the dark. We told him to stop but he far too gone. A patron took his late telephone call. They tried hold him down but his desire was long gone. He was weeping on his knees smelling a scarf worn Louise. For Pete’s sake we go dancing in the dark. We told him to stop! But he far too gone. A patron took his late telephone to cool him down. They tried hold him on but his desire was long gone he was weeping on his knees clutching a photo of Louise. Oh they tried to hold him on but his desire was long gone he was weeping on his knees clutching a letter from Louise. We tried to be, just as there as there could be and we told him to be strong and that life is full and long. He walked away, from the love and hugs we gave and with life we pushed along, we’ve heard he’s still clinging on.
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As the camera went click, in the darkness and I, began, to roll my sleeves up. As she teetered my groin, sent a bird to my loins at the peek of the cotton fabric. As my breath took a glitch my mind started to switch, in a relay of truth and craving. I squeezed tight in my grip, to the throne where I sit, perched in pleasures of understanding. Unbeknown to us as I gaped at the ham of her hinds and licked my wicked lips. Like a predator priest prowling choir boy feast this duet is my sweet arrival. I dig sharp into trees messages about we, how embers will turn to ashes so. I search through my things pandemonium brings all delights into red around me. Count up those things you can touch (that breathe) Heartbeats forever ’til you squeeze all love (out of it) Count up those things you can touch (that breathe) Heartbeats forever ’til you squeeze all love (out of it) And my scrawlings unique will take place as the pride of the house under your expired horns. The foretelling of tales and my face scratched with nails once belonging to you and your hands. Your demise wasn’t sweet you were swept off your feet far out weighed by a mass much greater than you . The hall way splashed in fears which will soon be removed and your memory erased forever. And all that was left were four anxious souls their gaunt ghostly faces prayed for us to their god now. The naked flames hold got out of control their comatosed eyes reflected fire all around and the sick screams, of the sap escaping from the beams, it whistled like a siren in a dream Count up those things you can touch (that breathe) Heartbeats forever ’til you squeeze all love (out of it) Count up those things you can touch (that breathe) I’d never sell or tell or judge a friend like you’ve proven to
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released September 5, 2017

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