Seem an I
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โฑ๏ธ 3:06 duration
๐ ID: 2661211
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
[00:01.89] Bedraggled angels blethered
[00:09.77] Across Eleven Acres
[00:18.14] As belling from the bwoneyard
[00:27.46] A-rangled round the archet
[00:45.05] Her fingernails a-ripped
[00:47.74] From hauling clay-filled fists
[00:49.70] Out of the river's edges
[00:52.57] For pots with happy voices
[00:59.62] Conzum-ed with twanketen
[01:02.78] That's only eased by scratching
[01:05.43] Whisp-words slim as thistles
[01:07.58] Or a sickly chicken's whistles
[01:10.81] Seem an I a childhood
[01:14.94] Of quartere'il and wormwood
[01:19.83] Of not-friends running nowhere
[01:24.32] Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
[01:36.66] Till in the vaulted barn
[01:39.17] Queer-lit by dummet zun
[01:41.26] She knew herself a vessel
[01:43.61] Fit for a different wordle
[01:54.77] Where footsteps must be lwone
[01:57.73] And barefoot upon stones
[02:00.20] And the northwind's ever-host
[02:01.54] Gives edges to the ghosts
[02:05.82] Seem an I a childhood
[02:09.68] Of quartere'il and wormwood
[02:14.99] Of not-friends running nowhere
[02:19.20] Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
[02:23.82] Of mother's voice not-calling
[02:28.23] Of corrugated iron
[02:33.02] Of devil's birds and whiskey
[02:37.11] Of chilver hogs and fleecy
[02:41.60] And nuts I could not reapy
[02:45.77] And nuts I could not reapy
[02:50.87]
[00:09.77] Across Eleven Acres
[00:18.14] As belling from the bwoneyard
[00:27.46] A-rangled round the archet
[00:45.05] Her fingernails a-ripped
[00:47.74] From hauling clay-filled fists
[00:49.70] Out of the river's edges
[00:52.57] For pots with happy voices
[00:59.62] Conzum-ed with twanketen
[01:02.78] That's only eased by scratching
[01:05.43] Whisp-words slim as thistles
[01:07.58] Or a sickly chicken's whistles
[01:10.81] Seem an I a childhood
[01:14.94] Of quartere'il and wormwood
[01:19.83] Of not-friends running nowhere
[01:24.32] Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
[01:36.66] Till in the vaulted barn
[01:39.17] Queer-lit by dummet zun
[01:41.26] She knew herself a vessel
[01:43.61] Fit for a different wordle
[01:54.77] Where footsteps must be lwone
[01:57.73] And barefoot upon stones
[02:00.20] And the northwind's ever-host
[02:01.54] Gives edges to the ghosts
[02:05.82] Seem an I a childhood
[02:09.68] Of quartere'il and wormwood
[02:14.99] Of not-friends running nowhere
[02:19.20] Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
[02:23.82] Of mother's voice not-calling
[02:28.23] Of corrugated iron
[02:33.02] Of devil's birds and whiskey
[02:37.11] Of chilver hogs and fleecy
[02:41.60] And nuts I could not reapy
[02:45.77] And nuts I could not reapy
[02:50.87]