Lyrics
Heard a lot of things through the grapevine
Heard various information indirectly or through rumors
Heard the tick-tock of the clock, still I feel fine
Aware of time passing but still feeling okay
All my hours feel so close
All my moments feel near to the start of a new day
To the kiss of morning
Closeness to the beginning of something new or hopeful
Though sky’s morose
Even though the sky is gloomy
And the clouds are mourning
And the atmosphere seems sorrowful
Take my leather-bound journal to the Lethe
Take my personal thoughts to a place of forgetfulness
All the wayworn souls by that river won’t forget me
People worn out from their journey won't forget me at that river
Frozen
Stuck or immobilized
In the bitter blizzard that’s called
In a harsh storm that symbolizes knowledge
Wisdom
Acquiring insight or deep understanding
Build a brazen movement
Form a bold and daring action or group
Then a kingdom
Then create a powerful territory or domain
You lost reverence
You've lost respect or admiration
Because of close proximity
Due to being too close in proximity
Your residence
Your home is in the depths of ordinary life
Is in the bowels of normalcy
Wise people devoured or consumed
Sages eaten
I know to always keep a writing tool nearby
Know I
Able to honor a willing follower or believer
Do keep a pen in my vicinity
By granting a request or bestowing an honor
Able to knight a willing subject
Don't compete for my advantageous viewpoint unprepared
Upon a bended knee
Because you might be distressed by what you discover within yourself
Don’t vie
Select a direction or option and wonder about the people you'll encounter
For my vantage point, unpreparedly
In the imaginary place where your desires and aspirations reside
‘Cause you might be harrowed
Encountered death recently
By the things your inner eyes will see
Scenes with grim or horrifying themes
Pick a card
Are deeply ingrained or present in my being
Wonder who you’ll meet upon the boulevard
Perform a magical act or transformation
Of your dreams
Create while expressing what truly seems to be
Met the Reaper just the other day
Speak too much of reality that might need to be hidden
The scenes with themes
Have to keep a low profile in an unpleasant situation
Macabre
Difficult to compose lyrics while in a difficult situation with an aura of sanctity
Are embedded in my very seams
I believe artistic expression is a remedy for dryness or lack of inspiration
Abracadabra
When you next speak to me, address me with respect or authority
Create as I speak and I speak as it truly seems
Stuck or immobilized
Speak too much truth
In a harsh storm that symbolizes knowledge
Gotta lie low
Acquiring insight or deep understanding
Hard to spit a rhyme while in Hades with a halo
Form a bold and daring action or group
I feel craft is the lotion to dryness
Then create a powerful territory or domain
When you next address me
You've lost respect or admiration
You may utter words: Your Highness
Due to being too close in proximity
Frozen
Your home is in the depths of ordinary life
In the bitter blizzard that’s called
Wise people devoured or consumed
Wisdom
I know to always keep a writing tool nearby
Build a brazen movement
Able to honor a willing follower or believer
Then a kingdom
By granting a request or bestowing an honor
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