Ish the Stomach - Get Lost

Get lost
In the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining
Get lost
In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating
Get lost
In the journey and the process the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites
When the strings pulled taut enough to sing that song
Don't snap, get lost we keep a dim light on

Ideas riddle ripple round the old oak tree
Eggs sizzle skillet golden brown hopefully
Good breakfast, only meal that concerns me
Building up that proper vibe might require surgery
Occurs to me, emergency the thought emerging
Flirting seems absurd and certainly unnerving
Versions of her currency were the severed heads of vermin
When they're squirming she refers to them as friends
In the end she wouldn't lend a helping hand
Couldn't see past grains of sand caught in the sleepy corners of her eyes
Then she'd never understand, subtle smiles, master plan
We're living in a world that's created by the mind
Shift thought express, exasperated stress, get it off your chest
Refine, define your own divine
Best guess, game of chess, complex context
Stretched far enough to realign your spine
Sunshine, so fine, awestruck, dumb, blind
Suddenly it fits like it kissed one eye
Done rhyming, no crying, no luck, gun primed
Tunnel vision hits, you don't get satisfied

You Get lost
In the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining
Get lost
In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating
Get lost
In the journey and the process, the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites
When the string's pulled taut enough, sing that song
Hum, hiss, kiss, wink, the beat lives on

I need my mind to start working
Arms stop going numb, tongue stop lurking
Think I need more ink, yeah I'll buy another drink
Take me back to Albuquerque 'fore I vomit in this sink
Head spins the nickel loose, peach fuzz and pickle juice
Settle in the ripples noose, stab the rhythm cut the goose
Break her neck and touch the truth, shuffle up a troubled sleuth
Numb fingertips, tingle lips, juggle clues
In my mind I'm a poet, I got something worth saying
Till I open up my mouth, words are vessels and they're praying
That they reach their destination and keep the cargo safe
They're shattered on the shore whispers drowning in the breaks
Got faith in truth, even if it breaks the tooth
It's hard and it hurts but ain't no way we can lose
Scattered out amongst the clues, are jig-saw pieces
Tantamount to a short fuse the get lost thesis

Get lost
In the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining
Get lost
In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating
Get lost
In the journey and the process, the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites

When the string's pulled taut enough to sing that song
Hum, hiss, kiss, wink, the beat lives on

Written by:
Ishmael Antar

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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