"Never trade these days" by Frank Orrall

title track from new album by Frank Orrall : Download album here: http://www.poidogpondering.com/store_NeverTradeTheseDays.html LYRICS: slicked down angel's street of snow and brown branches tree limbs ladened with loves abundant and a world's redundant ever flowing lotion of memories with out solvent like an opaque ocean of so many life times lived in one skin a blend of happenstance decisions and actions sacred geometry in a tree leaf a conch shell in a cornucopia a possum paw and the hand of man in a muscle and a labia this rhythm is longer than all our lives and this moment burns but really means nothing in the long run I let it take me like a river runs into the sea like color through a maple angel leaf the pain of my aging goes with out saying that I would miss all this and in fact don't understand it but love to see how it evolves and rolls and how my life seems to unfold ever changing - re-arranging weaving and wandering fucking up and squandering drunken and pondering knowing only of my life's longing to live it all - love it all before my life's fall from my will to live at all into the winter of my reenactment of every moment I ever held onto every joy that ever got me through the onslaught of my involvement with this world and it's ways...no... I would never trade these days x3 birds wing knifing night she softly closing up behind it moon spreading milk on black water curtains drawn over muffled lover tree's leaves casting blankets of shadows on streets on starlight cream and molasses streets clocks ticking diligence goes unnoticed persistent little fucker ( yeah - glad to not have its job ) the smell of rain in my memory a thunder clap in the palm of my hand the earth is oozing dew from deep inside fire flies are turning in the summer sky it's a night like this where secrets get revealed someone's gonna lose their piece of mind tonight aint it just like gravity to hold you close to her? holding on like a lover she gave birth to wings like mercury with a roof of stars we cant reach and hardly see but imagination is a wondrous thing Icarus still got higher than all the human beings but mass knows to keep you close all truth flows from the earth Tucked in the folds of the origami infinite lotus, of life's time continuum, Creation's little details, more wondrous than the space shuttle, quietly superimpose upon each other, forming 3 dimensional layers of petals unfolding onward - transparent in our hustling din. we're living with the question without an answer... that's the first thing you gotta get used to "I don't have enough fire to put out all that water" ...if it feels good do it, if it doesn't... don't Threadbare and high on life leaving a transparent rubber tire track trail all across the american map a summer moons reflection in a night blackened pool. it all starts with love -- this is the beginning "our obsession with angels is our obsession with ourselves every angel all of us, inside our skin is wings, divinity in a tree leaf, and in every living thing..." like silt in the bottom of a bottle of wine, every husk tells the story of an entire lifetime distilled in all our senses is the essence of our being, yeah man - religion isn't supple enough to bend like the limbs of trees I just can't seem to hold it any more there's just too many pieces, and they're tumbling to the floor, my is filled up with more threads than I can follow some much years, so much joy and sorrow, my mind's filled with thing's I can't keep so much crop and some are going fallow too much field and not enough plow for me to follow when you get my age you start to prioritize knowing you can't realize all the dreams you got stored up inside life used to seem so simple -- like we had so much time now I'm watching a generation fall, we all gonna fall like dominoes man pinned down crimson, sea worn and forlorn following the flow of the ancient undertow rolling ever onward -- now my time is waning I felt that first hit today, like I have lived more days than I have left time is moving faster than the endless grand chasm that my childhood summers felt like in the slow motion clock of my youth (If seen the edge of the downward slope into middle age and I don't want to relent to it who could hold the bowl big enough to hole all that life would spill? who's mouth not over flow? I been down so many roads... did I lose my way ? I been down so many roads... did I lose my way? ? I guess I followed my heart... did it lead me astray? when I look back upon my life so many lifetimes it seems to me, how many lives can one man lead? ( ... feels like I 'm doing battle with something the consistency of a ghost )