If your strip a man down the road to a frog prince or toad, you still don’t see a king on his throne, where he shits is holy because it’s where he wants to sit with his queen , no princesses allowed, just spectators in between watching the Holy-Moleycule unfold from the ceiling to the mold of the Sonics beam

And what does Anisocoria, Erin Go Bragh and The King of Yarland have to do with my money and sign of the times, I don’t know but keep but it rhymes , queens going braless to the world dancing to palace, built by a masculine phallus , see? What eye did there

from cats to dogs , we all have this ability , don't stop at thinking of how debts can be repaid or Paid FForward just to humans <3

just us is not justice for all for trust in all is a poor judge spiking the punch bowls with shrimp tails setting sail she gonna get you get you get you any way she can but she gonna get you get you by the balls

who the hell is Jethro Tull?

he/re, s/he makes a rabbit and come come, here here down the hallways where wood and wool captured the animal/s, driven soft and mad turned at the tip top and tapped in like a gnome turning the bit

horsey see saw summer dog ox in long tall short round skip to the rooster's shine and is she in or who the hell and what is that powerful snake bite zooming slap shot is it peter paul and mary singing beezlebub blues the orange sky's between the goalies knees these dogs always bark at a cat on the otherside of the fence but before they forget, the earth is not flat, the fat of the land is the ocean breeze between the black hole screen where the fingers filtered out the microphone and the mirror, when you ride out, don't forget to shoot the breeze because the breeze will definitely knock you on your back, because like he said, two jacks don't make a king, a queen make a king what s/he is and this drunken sailor plays a mean brass ball game, wobbling down the halls, bang a gong, life is strong you bad robot, polaroid pictures and memories, changing moods from bad to bed, in the basement there's shadow wolves, turning at Em, cats and spoons flipping the matter upside down with mushrooms with flux masters with the 10th degree pointed like a wee genie, little elf less and clever little angel, of law to low and low you get high and higher, heat rises and spreads wild for the wild flower marijuana no matter how you pronounce the savior, plucking her petals , kissing her breeze, the rice is buried under the sea

Will I Ram, the lyrical genius and progressive thinker, RAMbles and guides your ears away from negative unknown forces by standing the test of holding and containing her beautiful landscape of peace, god and bliss for she is more than just his canvas!

you have come a long way mr ramsey! i live in santa fe now, any chance of seeing you play live?

I’m twerking !!! ..... but it doesn’t look so good

Great track!

Very cool track :) Dark and streetwise :)

dig that guitar! freaky but cool :-)

Weird vox :) innovative track with a cool bassline too

Dark!

Really moody and kind of urban punk/elegant? Cool track, imho

Dark and cool :)

I esp. liked the 2nd half with the lead guitar and the organ :)

Like the arrangement and guitar riffs. Catchy!

like this every emotve strings and the piano sounds like its where it should be great cycle of ideas and it works ]

Iron Angel is a great grizzly blacksmith man who would probably love that you covered his tune and such a great job you did doing so.

Cheers! Some good drowning yourself in whiskey music. Catchy in a good way.