machinery

machinery

A Poem by Blackstone Featherfall

should get to bed
machine keeps runnin
voice works in my head
so i've got nothing

get those thoughts gone
wipe them onto paper
light a couple candles
do myself a favor

where's the progress, man?
this isn't what we planned
should get to bed
machine keeps pumpin


dreams turn into days
days turn into patterns
dream a little bigger
tap into potential

get those thoughts to shoo!
whatever it takes, fix the mood
play a couple records
do my boy a favor

make a little progress, man
stick to the plan
stay outta bed
machine knows somethin

© 2010 Blackstone Featherfall


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Added on February 21, 2010
Last Updated on February 21, 2010

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Blackstone Featherfall
Blackstone Featherfall

Walkabout, Australia



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