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This is one of the only two tracks I'm vocally on from the tape coming out thursday 10/31/13.

It's entitled Black Canary.
The video clip is from Catch Me If You Can

lyrics below

Outside was a porsche
Pushing 6 or more horses
And when the engine flushed the only recourse was a case of rigor mortis
Aspen lane, with placid rain of the sycamore chorus
You waited for the 6:45, through the fog of our sleepy hallow
In the dead of august. the very 1st time. that cherry is mine
My heart was a ghetto bird propeller tethered to your power lines
And I'm still partial to those LED marbles in your eyes, watching the cars go by
You and your snow globe cheeks
All ive got left in my bones are your pheromones
In the marrow of each memory according, once more
My love could abort the chords of the riverJjordan
And a list of similar similes
You traded our alley for frost and painted trees
Child of north Africa
With skin of taffeta
I wish for it to be us forever more
With my lateral sizer inching forward
Ever so obligingly of course
Like Lamborghini Gallardo suicide doors
Lips pout like Lexus bubble eye lens
Iris like 2 rose gold bezels offsetting an infinity spin
Giving off the hues, it's perfect
I wish I could be impervious
But I'm JFK to your Marilyn
Your body thieving curves from a temperpedic inverted
From image refracting so fluid through Cuervo
Like dilla time stretching Johnny dont do it
The phantasm award from anamorphosis adorned
It's terraforming the Jordan
In my orphaned endorphins
Your Rita Ora's engulfing
Im immersed in your inertia
By figure, I'm coerced
Feeling nervous
My chest bumps like a dryer with sneakers in it
Hoping you can reimburse this
I am Ian Curtis
And my hands
Lions as lambs
Climbing you spine and its infinite ridges
My gorgeous stegosaurus
Im wondering the moment how exactly could i afford this
You with the soul of French marigolds
Your eyes speak in parables
About how every tear fell shed like feathers still tethered as they turn into dream catchers
Tears whisper down your cheeks like catfish whiskers
My love flows deeper than Jennifer garner's
And if I had anymore you'd have a standing order
Your name hydroplanes off my tongue from my heart like a spoiler
Jimmys echoing like pepper spray across your face like carbonation in champagne
And I hope that your pain allocates itself in intervals just the same
Your cheeks, tired, lit with fire. Pedals of vileploom
They were forged in the heart of a dying star
To hear you call my name is to see a phone booth riddled with flower budding vines catching rays in the summertime
My love is a cantilever
Falling water aqueduct
She's grasping to snatch it up
But its seeping through
Your palms wrinkling like Corinthian leather
Vaporeon water gun beretta
Hands on the clock stop
Almost pose vitruvian
As my finger tips and your skin
These two begin
A conversation, from everything from your mandible to manubrium
And how its shaped like a bottle of simply lemonade
Each vein and tendon suspended
As your head is lifted
Im thinking lord lord lord
Struck me like major 7 chords
The moon is apple sliced
And your eyes are comprised of honeydew and au jus
Legs inlay inundated
Looking so incendiary dressed as black canary
Contrasting the netted mesh
Topped by ornate friezes on some columns in Ibiza
And I split them, 1st and 2nd Corinthians
They spread solely on diction.
So goes the pan-american religion
Praying waterfalls showered down lace and perforations like Stan Smiths
Each droplet was as full as a mastiff
Ecstasy eclipsing shutter speed
They splash on your forearm as your moan is forecasting your wanting
Engulfed me in ones frontispiece
So to speak
Panties slip down in the silhouette
The midst of a pirouette
And then she uttered the most famous word of Marie Antoinette
Kaepernick-ing your clavicle
While you're tenacity is napping in the afternoon
Skin as smooth as a tax evasion
Pumping a winery down your circulatory and spinal
Thigh gap was throwing up the life and times, the dynasty sign
The fire flies in you our eyes, ever so halogenized and in flight
And I'm sitting fireside
When you're around I talk in all consonants. Vana white

Why don't you rock with me baby
It's about that time