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The Bunny Tree

by bunny boy

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I left the comfort of the highlands to live on a grey sullen street next to the cattails and long dead grass i wait for the darkness to creep to wrap its soft blanket round me and in the morning when the bunnies sleep and birds sing nestled in their shade I'm grasping the last strands of my dreams, which along with the dew they shall fade by dawn there's no sign of their graves and when the geese leave I shall ride their backs, escape this cold place in the winter but this weather it does pervade me and the sun doesn't shine in my soul no the sun never shines in my soul
2.
Dirt Nap 04:26
there will be a day when all your problems go away when your lonely magpie finds a friend when the sharp light will pul and then you can rest your eyes in the soft heat of summer i know they put dams in your river the white fish can't get through the sparrow has not come to greet you yet don't force it to arrive days go by as the tick tock of your electric clock is swallowed by the winter of your soul and as hard as you try to be happy about your job you just can't force a smile come a day when fields of butterflies will dance inside your eyes if you can't reach then you can paint your nails the colour of the sky and when you go to sleep i know dreams sneak into your room and hang you from rope twisted with old memories from your past and you look for a way to forge yourself into a place where nothing seems to matter i know sometimes it's harder to not make yourself a boat with holes inside and sleep until it sinks but there will be a day where you can lay in the dirt forever like when you were a kid
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i have a polaroid of you standing in a field of rye that day you must have swallowed the sun cause you shined in morning i'd bring you to school, you'd run through the crayon fence carry me with the wings of a child, and sleep upon a star you're always on my mind, all of the time all your clothes in boxes and left outside a goodwill i kept one of you're raggedy dolls, it strokes my hair at night you're always on my mind all of the time
4.
The Grey* 04:06
she used to walk at the first sight of dawn and run her fingers along the chain link fenced but now she sleeps and barely wants to rise most of the time now she never wants to see the sun keeps all the shades closed until the day is done her bed hasn't been made in quite a while you feel it when her body's near, but never even see her when she's there she used to climb the old grey apple tree, and pick the sweetest ones for us to eat she doesn't sit beside the ashford creek next to the school i can't say when she disappeared she must have faded slowly through they eyes there used to be a time when she would rise with a gentle sparkle in her eyes until the day she stared into the grey and it went away
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6.
Trashmen* 04:53
the weeds and grass have been flattened by the snow the old grey fence barely stands and part of it is flat on the ground like it's wasted the bones of the shrubbery weep and they wilt since the sun disappeared the buildings look like they're just ghosts of themselves dying to fade straight into the fog that travels towards the street from the river i wish i could walk towards the fog til my body is weightless and clear the sky was always grey, the trees never lvied they've all been dead since time was a kid this town was built for the lost and the hopeless a home for the grey empty souls and sometimes i wish i wasn't here but it's fine i walk with burdened thoughts that desert me the alleyways are filled with trash from the street the dumptruck comes to take it on mondays i shoudl put myself in a bag and i'll wait til the trashmen are here a lonely bouy floats as the river flows, patches of ice drift downstream toward their destitute with my hopes of getting better, i'll have to lurch out my door and just hope that the clouds disappear
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Dead Eyes 02:42
Crawled out her coffin without a care inside the garden let fall her hair under the old oak tree kisses the honey bees captures the dark and rides dead eyes Vast in the wastelands a tangle of stars she dances in moonlight by the rusty cars Spills of a dragons rot tremors beneath the yard of decaying butterflies dead eyes
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When I found you puking flowers on the sidewalk by the alley I took the soil out of my pocket and made a pillow for your head Now you've got a sunflower eye and cry tears of nectar that attract butterflies I wish I could keep the bumblebees from you if only my soul was sweet honey I'd open it up and I'd let them in and set them ablaze until I'm just a head and can you roll me? Please just roll me down that hill
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When I get depressed I look in my pocket to see if I have a quarter or two then I go to the market and I ride the kiddie rides I like the ponies and sometimes the dolphins I like the trains but I'm too big for them now Then I get a diet coke and sandwich from the store and that will do it for me uh huh When I get depressed I eat some candy then I get a hostess sno ball from the fridge then I watch all of the shows that were on when I was a kid and I have a picture of a snowy mountain Collectible toy cars and some model boats stuffed ponies and pillows and pony figurines to ride into the edge of my dreams uh huh I'm gonna ride that Pony. Gonna ride that Pony home.
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Summer Cigs 03:04
summertime ciggyarettes waste my day on my epitaph i miss you to death useless you, meanininglesss me wasted waste she shamed her sheets with the waste of me and i could never clear my lungs of all the times we laughed the sea will carry us on waves of wounded dreams, and return us decorated with glass made by the sea and the sun wil scorch us til our skin peels like dried glue out of our hands (with wounds opened by the rocks and the sea glass on the beach) somber sun harnessed hill puke your words speak your filth we are bound until we can follow maps without losing ourselves and ravished we are when the sun he smiles sparkles through the day ravished we are when it straps us with its rays and ravished we are when we are forced to swallow the cum of the day winter time cigarettes waste my day laying in the snow till i freeze to death summer, (glass, bleed
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Rollin Coal* 02:29
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This is a compilation of my first ep and my side of a split I did with Miniature Philosopher. There are also five songs I never released before.

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released October 30, 2017

All songs written (except where noted) and recorded by Davey at the Warren.
-The Bunny, the Hunter, and the little man is traditional
-rollin coal lyrics by someone else
-the grey was inspired by the sparklehorse song "Morning Hollow" and so i don't take full credit for that song

artwork by Gianna "Bunny Boogers" Masella. A very great artist.

* means never released song

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