Jealous Of The Birds - Purple Octopus

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When I am twenty-two
I’ll have holes in my shoes
I’ll smell of apple breeze
Still climbing ancient trees
And I hope you’re around
To lie with me on the sunny ground
I want to eat your elderberry sin
And trace the lines of your sacred skin
I’ve never been so bored
Talking about the war
Sunday’s make me depressed
Won’t bother getting dressed
And nowadays I don’t feel alive
Everything we’re doing so can try
Purple Octopus of manic brain
Swims up through my arteries and veins
Steampunk with cold milkshake
Quoting «Old Lights» from Blake
I dream in sepia
Blood of anemia
And none of us will ever be content
With our college education and our friends
Living in the bars and record stores
Sweating out empathy on Dan’s floor