Seem an I
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โฑ๏ธ 3:06 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Bedraggled angels blethered
across Eleven Acres
as belling from the bwoneyard
a-rangled round the archet
Her fingernails a-ripped
from hauling clay-filled fists
out of the river's edges
for pots with happy voices
Conzum-ed with twanketen
that's only eased by scratching
whisp-words slim as thistles
or a sickly chicken's whistles
Seem an I a childhood
of quartere'il and wormwood
of not-friends running nowhere
of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
queer-lit by dummet zun
she knew herself a vessel
fit for a different wordle
where footsteps must be lwone
and barefoot upon stones
and the northwind's ever-host
gives edges to the ghosts
Seem an I a childhood
of quartere'il and wormwood
of not-friends running nowhere
of vog a-veiling elsewhere
of mother's voice not-calling
of corrugated iron
of devil's birds and whiskey
of chilver hogs and fleecy
and nuts I could not reapy
and nuts I could not reapy
across Eleven Acres
as belling from the bwoneyard
a-rangled round the archet
Her fingernails a-ripped
from hauling clay-filled fists
out of the river's edges
for pots with happy voices
Conzum-ed with twanketen
that's only eased by scratching
whisp-words slim as thistles
or a sickly chicken's whistles
Seem an I a childhood
of quartere'il and wormwood
of not-friends running nowhere
of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
queer-lit by dummet zun
she knew herself a vessel
fit for a different wordle
where footsteps must be lwone
and barefoot upon stones
and the northwind's ever-host
gives edges to the ghosts
Seem an I a childhood
of quartere'il and wormwood
of not-friends running nowhere
of vog a-veiling elsewhere
of mother's voice not-calling
of corrugated iron
of devil's birds and whiskey
of chilver hogs and fleecy
and nuts I could not reapy
and nuts I could not reapy
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.20] Bedraggled angels blethered
[00:11.30] Across Eleven Acres
[00:20.07] As belling from the bwoneyard
[00:28.23] A-rangled round the archet
[00:36.66]
[00:45.76] Her fingernails a-ripped
[00:48.12] From hauling clay-filled fists
[00:50.25] Out of the river's edges
[00:52.65] For pots with happy voices
[00:58.15]
[01:00.28] Conzum-ed with twanketen
[01:02.47] That's only eased by scratching
[01:05.06] Whisp-words slim as thistles
[01:06.97] Or a sickly chicken's whistles
[01:11.87] Seem an I a childhood
[01:15.62] Of quartere'il and wormwood
[01:20.11] Of not-friends running nowhere
[01:24.65] Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
[01:30.14]
[01:36.84] Till in the vaulted barn
[01:39.08] Queer-lit by dummet zun
[01:41.55] She knew herself a vessel
[01:43.69] Fit for a different wordle
[01:48.82]
[01:55.52] Where footsteps must be lwone
[01:57.98] And barefoot upon stones
[02:00.23] And the northwind's ever-host
[02:02.38] Gives edges to the ghosts
[02:07.25] Seem an I a childhood
[02:11.23] Of quartere'il and wormwood
[02:15.68] Of not-friends running nowhere
[02:20.27] Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
[02:24.75] Of mother's voice not-calling
[02:29.06] Of corrugated iron
[02:33.56] Of devil's birds and whiskey
[02:37.75] Of chilver hogs and fleecy
[02:42.86] And nuts I could not reapy
[02:46.92] And nuts I could not reapy
[02:50.72]
[00:11.30] Across Eleven Acres
[00:20.07] As belling from the bwoneyard
[00:28.23] A-rangled round the archet
[00:36.66]
[00:45.76] Her fingernails a-ripped
[00:48.12] From hauling clay-filled fists
[00:50.25] Out of the river's edges
[00:52.65] For pots with happy voices
[00:58.15]
[01:00.28] Conzum-ed with twanketen
[01:02.47] That's only eased by scratching
[01:05.06] Whisp-words slim as thistles
[01:06.97] Or a sickly chicken's whistles
[01:11.87] Seem an I a childhood
[01:15.62] Of quartere'il and wormwood
[01:20.11] Of not-friends running nowhere
[01:24.65] Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
[01:30.14]
[01:36.84] Till in the vaulted barn
[01:39.08] Queer-lit by dummet zun
[01:41.55] She knew herself a vessel
[01:43.69] Fit for a different wordle
[01:48.82]
[01:55.52] Where footsteps must be lwone
[01:57.98] And barefoot upon stones
[02:00.23] And the northwind's ever-host
[02:02.38] Gives edges to the ghosts
[02:07.25] Seem an I a childhood
[02:11.23] Of quartere'il and wormwood
[02:15.68] Of not-friends running nowhere
[02:20.27] Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
[02:24.75] Of mother's voice not-calling
[02:29.06] Of corrugated iron
[02:33.56] Of devil's birds and whiskey
[02:37.75] Of chilver hogs and fleecy
[02:42.86] And nuts I could not reapy
[02:46.92] And nuts I could not reapy
[02:50.72]