Druids Dream of Accoustic Guitars.
"Best compliment you can give
Is to refer us to a friend..."
Kenny says this full moon eve
We're going to the woods again.
We're living life in the fast lane,
Like the rain in the Kingdom of Spain,
We're mostly staying on a flat plain.
Half-dancing step
Is driving us all terribly insane.
This much is true,
If there's no pain then
There's absolutely no gain.
There's daze through my wild days,
Subsistence within my wild existence.
I'm keeping my earthly promise,
Don't keep your vivid distance...
I will chew this brew without any clue,
The words I'm speaking are true,
My synopsis is true,
I'm giving the Caesar his due
As the light of this cold morning
Is gaining its impermanent hue.
I'd rather be a forest than a road,
I'm an allegorist
Running on zoomed-in slow mode.
Meanwhile in the woods
The deepest waters are still,
Take my hand and kiss me
While I'm fervently seeking
This forbidden thrill.
Like that intriguing taste of bitter thyme,
The answer was here all the time.
To rather speak a twisted truism,
It's easier to climb while in my prime.
How are we with time?
The lunar outline is full
And it is past my bedtime.
Hecate and Lilith are grooming,
Whispering to me like a sharp chime.
Is love such a huge crime? Alright then...
My heart is smoking like a dragon's den.
Are we in the woods yet, Ken?
If I was a bee then you you'd be my flower,
To delight and entice my dreary hour,
I'd be a tower to you.
I'd obviously give in
To your magnificent power.
Forget-me-not,
It is time for dinner,
This sinner's delight is getting thinner,
Yet tonight I am a winner.
Forget-me-yes,
It is time to hunt and caress.
May the Lord in Heaven give us a bless,
I guess we should actually sin much less.
Like in a game of chess, perform less blunders,
Like in the game of life, succumb to wonders...