CAROLINER RAINBOW SOLID HANDSHAKE & LOOSE 2 PINS – TRANSCONTINENTAL PINECONE COLLECTOR VINYL LP!

A1 Yearly, Ongoing Bridgesnap! A2 Transcontinental Pinecone Collector A3 Straw Prisoner Raised An Alarm A4 I Will Cut You Caeyman A5 The Scallous Game A6 Water Jaws Aflame B1 My Own Jingle Bones! B2 A Decade Of Admiring Failure B3 One Line, One Lung, Capper B4 Dust Study Room B5 Salted & Starved B6 Fecund Second Hand Inspection Covers are handmade and will vary. Lyrics to Transcontinental Pinecone Collector: The winter’s gone back over To another portion of the sky Pick up the pocket belt and follow The point pine line! Deeper into trails the woods become Flitty and complex. The rows are more Disjointed and the ground a disgusting Eyelash mess. Fell degress of perverse Play, pine trees toss their stones, in each A developed area, a more fantastic Treasure cone, whereas mankind has Built houses, the tree has built housing- Seeds. A more genuine apostle’s plan Fulfilling the mind’s structure-need Come with me outdoors and sing high Amongst the arms of the reeling pines Dropping scrubs & bunched cleaners for all Whimmed ideas, they cry ‘our pinecones Are perfect worldly purposeful gifts’ Twist the formed sentineled magestic posts Palaces will sell the business of pipe brushes The matter of collecting these cones in groups of Petagogic suffrages, an axiom neglected by The caustic conscious of masses This hermit of base truth squatting between Pineye lashes. Endogenesis between the Trees, a sly perfection of needley green Having the fruits of laborous task to a following Flow free, scattered on the ground ripe Purchase beneath ~~~ Now’s getting Those cones to follow me aft to some far off Palace will take some practice at Eulogic pine solace. The base of the tree As judging by eye is the mind, I refer to it By a name which sounds like wind in whine Yeeiee. It’s wound thinking in circles Capering in crocodile cloak whose antics Would if persued contrive and evoke, from A silent mouse who never made voice Heard, singing collusion with a predatory Aggression of starved bird. This embezzlement Of evocation for it’s under-estimation Versifying by direct-ation an elusive Pertinent calculation. This mind with Spines has adopted to contrive myself To evoke from my hosts the pines themselves! Using a foreign branch cast aside by another I conduct the grotesque in concert of smother Branches droop down, I direct them to bow low Hoop shaping around hidden coins to moon and point ‘The root say to take the fruit and continue the Encircling poise’ So as a circle shouldered ache Touting creature-thing. I rolled with my cones in Pine caper style writhing