Atlantis Full of Cheer

Broccoli is the shit.... So.

Check it out. It's Charles Motowski! Writing to ya from his crappy old laptop that Tracy Moffit gave to him, because she felt so bad borrowing 500 bucks from him. Yeah, yeah, rappin and a-crappin and a freeeeeestyling nigga beeeee.... it's up to me, don't you see, you can't be ordinary enough, truly, it's a sin-
and let us begin, by making up for this minute equation (let's refrain) from doin things that seem illogical... all that shit- seems so improbable.  But that's an under-handed equation from the left-side of my brain... keep me insane, keep me high on this game I play without you.

Don't need to be nice
You never take my advice
I never doubt you

Won't make the same mistake
Not twice; no pulled e-brake
It was a route you

Had to misplace
Before you found out, this race
Was all about you.

But there are lyrics that my body can't define
As I hold you, it's not enough, to be close- entwined...
I wish only that this way could be as spiritual
As it seems to be so physical, adhere it- you'll
Be with this, full

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Can you tell me, what it means to be loved?
What it means to be the motion of the ocean
That the partner you choose, to be close enough

Can you tell me, what it means to have it all
To never fear, to give away
To have it all, with what you say
To have an ocean, at your call

Can you tell me, what it means to be a man?
If all you are is this began?
If you don't know what starts it up
Can I trust you to be enough?

Can you be, to me, just what you please
Just what you are, with out dis-ease
I will accept you, as you are
Like oceans, motions, worlds apart...

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