Rings Lyrics

Used to draw
Hard to admit that I used to draw
Portraiture in a human form
Doodle of a two headed unicorn, it was soothing
Moving his arm in a fusion of man mad toolsAnd a muse from from beyond
Even if it went beautifully wrong
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to belong
No name nuisance
Stools in the bedroomOozed in a brand new cuneiform
Barely commune with the horde
Got a whole gray scale ungluing his world
Might zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand dragging his graphiteCross contour little bit of back light
Black ink after a Bristol to baptize
You can imagine the rush that ensue
When you get 3 dimensions stuffed into 2Then it's off to a school where it's all that you do
Being trained and observed by a capable few
Back in New York, 5 peeps and a dog

In a 2 bedroom doing menial jobsPlus, rhyming and stealing and being a clod
Distractions free to maraudI left some years a deer in the light
I left some will to spirit away
I let my fears materialize
I let my skills deteriorateHaunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing a mission that was routed in a 20 year affinity in rickety condition with an ID crisis
Nap on the front lawn, look up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the fringeAll heart though we would've made cowardly kinds
They will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings
And there were
Colors pouring out of the fringeAll heart though we would've made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings
Used to paintHard to admit that I used to paint
Natural light on the human face
Stenciled fire on his roommate's bass
It was blooming addictionA miss and push and a pigment
Book like a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead kids intermittent
Drank Kool Aid from a tube of acrylicAnd I grew up linseed oil over linen
Joy to the poison, voice in the resin
Capture a map of the gesture
Back up, add a little accurate fat to the figureRedo that, move that inward
Zinc white lightening shoots from his fingers
Studios drone with allusions of tinctures
Stay tuned for the spooky adventuresYou can imagine the stars that align
When a forearm starts foreshortening right
Or a torso hung on a warping spine
And proportion reads as warm and aliveRoutine day with a dirt cheap brush
Then a week goes by and it goes untouched
Then 2, then 3, then a month
Then the rest of your life you beat yourself upI left some seasons eager to fall
I left some work to bury alive
I let my means of being dissolve
I let my person curl up and dieEating up his innards in unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy aligning with the trials of the Anti-Midas
Nap on the back lawn look up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the fringeAll heart though we would've made cowardly kinds
They will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings
And there wereColors pouring out of the fringe
All heart though we would've made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings