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Everything & Nothing

Updated: Apr 17

With the undead diary of your times at the Priory unread by another, With an imperfect lover in one hole and your soul stashed in the other, With our deceased mothers released into a domain we’ve yet to discover, With your yeast and mini feasts and dreams I never seemed to uncover…

Isabel, you put a spell on my heart below.

Well, I fell for you at the start, at ‘hello’.


With Time as a tailor or grumpy sailor or as a mint made of McFlurry, With your impossible Presidential hope which you abandoned in a hurry,

With your random multitude of moods and professional baking worries, With your accidental rude and secret rain and tasty vegetable curries,

Well, Isabel, I hope you will be my friend until we die. I fell for you again at the end when we said ‘goodbye’.


Though I know how much Nothing kicks now as Everything quickly plateaus,

You forgave the way I stayed in yesterday so I could touch the Grave of Shadows; They shaved my hair there, where I said a prayer for the dead in mad clothes,

And you gave me a blue rose to save me from a new dose of sad lows…

Well, Isabel, you put a spell on my heart below. I fell for you again when we parted, you know.


But without God as a witness, and “it wasn’t me!” & “it’s not your fault!”,

I cried for the Rainbow’s End as you penned a war against what I exalt; It’s almost as if you forgot that clothes are but the ghost of society’s default, As our hearts’ seams wake to make love to the dreams which slowly halt. Well, Isabel, I hope you will be my friend until we die. I fell for you again at the end when we said ‘goodbye’.

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I saw a zoo full of naked horseshoes. I saw a statue so sacred I snoozed. I saw an inflated cow who mooed the news. I wanted absolutely anything but the blues. I see girls and boys and women and men.

I see an old world become young again.

I see a human bomb count back from ten.

I feel you drum upon my dream back when. Well, Isabel, I hope you will be my friend after we two die. If there’s no hell below us, is there laughter in the blue sky?

FIRST 4 VERSES

G Em Am D x 2

F C G F x 2

CHORUS Em Am G D

LAST VERSE D Am Em G x 4

CHORUS Em Am G D

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