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Rainsong - Sprackl ( Zeppelin Cover )

Green Cheese - Sprackl

Here's what I see
A place where there's moonbeams
Shining' down on me
And the colors that aren't clean
Are but reflections of
Humans things

That's why I'm thinking its time
The true master of rhyme
The outlaw the thief
Took a little walk in the moonlight
Just to try to breathe

Here's what I say
There's a gallery of angels
Gazing down at me
And the words to my dreams
Are just reflections of
The songs they sing

That's why I'm thinking its time
The true master of rhyme
The outlaw that's me
Took a little walk in the moonlight
Just to try to breathe

Here's what I've seen
There's a little bit of blues
In every song I sing
Just like the veil separating
Theses earthly hues
From Celestial Things

That's why I'm thinking its time
The true master of crime
The outlaw that's me
Took a little walk in the moonlight
Just to try to breathe

Here's what I'm seeing
That there's a place inside of me
Filled with hidden things
Where a piece of that GREEN CHEESE
Warmed by the sun
Brings unity


That's why I'm thinking its time
The true master of crime
The outlaw the thief

Took a little walk in the moonlight
Just to FRY SOME BRIE

Power Supply - Sprackl

I got two boots and six strings
I'm lookin' for a woman with a laptop an a drum machine

The Aural Aura - The Tarot of Sprackl

Chakra Flutes 1 - The Tarot of Bobby Jack

The Entity is a singer of sorts
A singer of Songs of the Soul
The Body is an Instrument
The Chakras then are likenotes perhaps
Bells or tuning forks
or the holes on a flute
The Entity emit vibrations, foregone conclusion, and the higher-rate,the smoother and more harmonious the vibrations, the farther they travel.
A well-tuned chakra-body puts off a much larger amplitude of vibrant aura, aural aura.

That aura resonates with other auras and harmony occurs
a poorly tuned aura puts off dissonant vibrations which clash and peeter out, thankfully, reducing the reach of the aura.
These murky, harmful melodies reflect back on their source, battering the sender with cacaphony

The sender then, having retuned messages may increase the amplitude and crank out more noise, which meets with intensified Booing and Hissing from the Universe

Lies - The Prison Poetry Of Sprackl 2

Lies - The Prison Poetry Of Sprackl 2

2009

The things you put your mom through
No one shoulda had to gone through
The place that you have gone to
Where no one wants you

Its not where you belong dood

The faces and names that haunt you
Leaves traces fading into the gloom
The case that's been made against you
Is just a pretense to

Hide the real truth from you

The ways that have changed within you
The crazy thangs you're into
May keep you safe unless you
Catch a new case...     You

Better think what you're saying Fool

These Words that you waste when you
Use pen and paper to
Justify the abuse
Just a lie an excuse

To let The Pain continue

The heroin

The HEROIN Poetry of Sprackl

I drink myself into oblivion
I stab my veins until I ain't got none
I'm scared to die, that won't be fun
I can't get high, my situation

Its desperate I never get enough
To take me to the place i'm dreaming of
where scabs on my face aren't dripping with pus
I need to find a way to do more drugs

My skin itches my ears ring I go blind
I'm longing for the day when I can finally find
a way to do all my dope at one time

A way to ease the pain and cross the line
a way to go insane and still feel fine
a way to place the blame on anyone's problems but mine
And finally climb so high I touch your thigh

You've only got one Shot so do it right
it only takes a moment to end all strife
the only way to get high is to do enough to die
That means goodbye

And you make your Mother cry