Now that I have a studio with the wall of thick black brick.

The old way that I did things doesn't do the trick

For a new way to appear the old ways they must die

And so we'd pray for that beautiful day when God reverses time.

Oh Lord, my sweet Lord, I feel you in the earth.

The candles they are glowing in the old forbidden church and the

rub ones pray every day they call you from your tune and when at last you're born forgive me for recording this on Zoom.

Oh praise the name unspeakable, oh praise praise the tentacle God.

Let your blood and life see flow into the sun.

Nash your teeth and stamp your feet,

let your pain open the wound but above all things if you love the king

Don't record a podcast on a zoom

Throw yourself into the black abyss. Find a ghost button, give it a kiss.

Make love to a bride in front of the groom, but never.

Don't you ever record a heck in podcast

stone zoom check one two

check one two God I wish I could sing. If I could sing, I don't know what my life would have been like. I don't know if I would have ended up a comedian. If I had a deep, flowing, powerful, beautiful voice, I would probably learn to play the lute.

I'd probably hang out in forests, sit by trees, and streams, and just play the loot.

Birds would land on my shoulder.

Lonely, beautiful hikers would come by

and hear my song.

They'd be drawn to me for sure maybe a little confused at first

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