lionshead from choke LP by ish

I've seen the fire from you friend
and the flats of your finger beds.

Shall I observe the folds of the summered eye you keep cold.

Oh, I feel for the layers in your lionshead.
Oh, if given the moment just to stare at them.

For long the patience in you stirs with whom we travel up the road.
I am the wall saying "Look at you go".

With every grand arrival
surfacing from the devil's dive.

The spoon says liven silence but I won't dare nor may I might.

Oh, you sing for the minnows when the one is bled.
Oh, I wait for the shark to rise from memories bed.

For the long the vagrant in you stirs with whom we travel up the road.
I am the song saying "Look at you go".

I am the wall saying "Look at you go".

• Folk
• baroque
• city folk
• original
• pop
• ukulele
• Gulfport