DRB Hudson

(álbum: The Lives Of Others - 2021)

He pins them to the trees on the canals
[?] to the daydreamer's cabal
Who stroll [?] to the skies
And feeding all five senses to their eyes
The scrivenings of misgiving and truth
Poesy like trophy's to a misspent youth
Fractured syntax fluttering like leaves
A man just tryna live up off his knees, go

A DRB Hudson
A DRB Hudson

Leitmotivs for solitary types
Comfort needn't always coming in rhyme
Lovely useless things his mother told
Will keep us pushing [?] till we're old
The poets get to go inside our blood
Try and pry our synapses through mud
The cluttering concern of waking hours
Washed away by falling upwards in sun showers, go

A DRB Hudson
A life less accustomed
A DRB Hudson

If you listen just enough
There's nothing in between
Emotions, actions, just distractions
Life is but a dream
De-dum, de-dum, de-dum, de, alright

Lovely useless things his mother told
Will keep us pushing [?] till we're old
Go on, DRB

A DRB Hudson
A life less accustomed
A DRB Hudson
'Cause words, you can trust 'em
A DRB Hudson
A life less accustomed
A DRB Hudson
'Cause words, you can trust 'em (alright)