I had a bass line first that I created these words to fit. It reads like child story, but I'm curious if you'll get the same kind of rhythm.
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Submitted: Jun 24, 2008    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

 Sit down on this boat melting head fits the calling and smoke rises up through the cave

 

Humanity wasting I tell you this wasting but words cannot get to the wave

 

Now cave more like outer space up and down shining its dream seeping up into dream

 

A dream I am living they’re chasing and spilling as smoke conquers all that is seen

 

Cannot you see?

I can’t speak at all

 

Implore you stand up man and swim for the sand as land rests just beyond the reeds

 

They stormed out of Indy back faced tortured Mindy cold killing with surgical needs

 

Here smoke is what motions my purpleous potion to bring velvet ferns once again

 

Here smoke is what motions my purpleous potion to lead this brigade to the end

 

Cannot you see?

I can’t speak, not at all

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