How Much I Love You

By: PinkCircleLyrics
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Verse 1:

You don't need me to
Tell you, even though I always do
How much I love you
How much I love you
How much I love you
You brought the sun in the light of your eyes
Though they always looked like crescent moonrise
And time and timelessness became such tangible things
In your being
In your being
In your being

Chorus:

Darling, you said you knew exactly
How much I love you
How much I love you
How much I love you
Well I can also feel
How much you love me
How much you love me

Verse 2:

Is it cliche to say that this is meant to be?
But how else can I perfectly explain
Everything
Everything
Everything
I'm feeling

Bridge:

So perfectly sweet basking in your being
So perfectly dreamy basking in your being

Chorus:

Darling, you said you knew exactly
How much I love you
How much I love you
How much I love you
Well I can also feel
How much you love me
How much you love me

CODA:

Even though you don't know about forever
But time has proven, I'll always be there
Letting you feel
How much I love you
How much I love you
How much I love you

my veins are on fire
my blood is straight whiskey
you were an alcoholic prior,
and i know you like it risky

succumbing to the temptation of pain
hand me a sacred image
and i'll turn it into a game
never a love i had to hide either,
never had a love for the theatres

Moonshine

By: PinkCircleLyrics
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Verse 1:

I don't know if I always feel intoxicated
Around you or is more like a complicated
Dream, feeling so nebulous and cosmic
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
It just feels so sweet
It just feels so different
You make me remember that
I was named after the stars and the moon
And something vaguely mythical

Bridge:

As I drift away
As I drift into the night

Chorus:

I see the light
In your eyes
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines

Repeat chorus:

I see the light
In your eyes
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines

Verse 2:

I'm always lost in the perfect daze around you
I'm always lost in the timeless maze of your love
And why would I
Escape into real life
Escape back in time
When I
When I

Chorus:

I see the light
In your eyes
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines
Like moons shining through the crystal clear moonshines

CODA:

I drift into this sweet intoxicating love
I drift into this sweet intoxicating dream
I drift into this sweet intoxicating love
I drift into this sweet intoxicating dream
I drift into this sweet intoxicating love
I drift into this sweet intoxicating dream
Forever, forever, forever

in better times, I remember I
began getting quite arrested, like
a ****** susp., by
Harmonía, which keeps serving
to this day as a source of both psychic sunlight
and real enjoyment (sometimes)
which is somewhat funny co[ɑ]mbined
with the fact it was a summer month I
started getting more in—volved in thI̲s diversion
summer twenty fourteen
which means she's something I have bE̲E̲n exploring
for... um... already more than
a decade, like rotten souls of autocratic rogues
["decayed"]
but it's a mite bigger story
given the fA̲ct I'd known
and been sort of into her some years before then
she can be so diverse, from natural
to artificial & including parts of both
plenty of heartbeat types & tempos
and vibes: from nice & mellow
to harsh & evil, from bright to dismal
from refined & regal to energized & feral
she can pep up automotive-buzz-replete strolls
she's there for you in times you feel low
and any kind of insult is something she won't
ever do, unlike a lo[ɑ]t of people; I can hardly be called
jolly, like a harlequin lo[ɑ]cked within walls
of a go[ɑ]ddamn mental
["Harley Quinn"; "Gotham"]
asylum, but, like an environment fa[ɛ]natic
in a paradisiacal la[ɛ]nd replete
with scenes of natural grace, I'm pleased
["blissed"]
that I̲ had a cha[ɛ]nce to be
introduced to her; and all the gO̲O̲d 'bout her
cited through the verse is why I'm glued to her
not a single day of mine is thrO̲U̲gh sans her
but if you think I'm alluding to[—]wards
a close other, you have sure
misunderstood the verse (some of it)
[Unlike Pluto has a tune being, as it's stated by him, "a love song as a metaphor for alcoholism"]
[it's called "Ethel", which is a homophone for "ethyl"]
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for I'm not one with a people-oriented frame
of mind, but a music nerd
with a broad extent of taste
for music, but one whO̲ prefers
mostly middle-paced
and boomy forms
of it, such as midtempo bass
midtechno, EDM glitch hop, moombahcore
drift phonk "*******", like a *****'s brain
moombahton, & 2000s reggaeton
but some years ago, when old & new reports
of injustices of the human world
next to the discontent of daily adult-hood were serv—
—ing as ****** fuel in terms
of the ignition of the stupid urge
to get something (boo!) destroyed
to bring against injustice-contributing jerks retribution earned
a craze for more dark-sounding, brutal sorts
of tunes was formed as a substitution for
destruction, like any amusement's purp.
["distraction"; "purpose"]
along with music, another gO̲O̲d means for
getting through the murk
has been, like when a whip's coming thrO̲U̲gh keen curves
sideways with its wheels sliding through the course
of it, creative writing, putting words (mislead)
["creative riding"; "ᵖᵤᵗᵢⁿ words"]
into this seductive-looking form (indeed)
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and I really was thinking after the last done work
(that killing joke tale)
that I won't manage to craft one more (usual thoughts)
took 'round three & a half months burned (for the most part)
and the thought of o[ɑ]bligation to wha[ʌ]t's been saving
me from ending up in a darker place in
order to undertake an—other rhyme creation
hopefully, like that racing co[ɑ]ntest on Terminal
Island, I'll have some more to show
that's something I am not sure of, though
["mortal show"; the "Death Race" show from the same-titled movie]

sing me a lullaby, Mr. Piano Man
you've been so quiet tonight
the bar's all empty, except for me
are you sure you're feeling alright?

now's no time for tonic and gin
i know you're afraid to feel again
oh, remember the roar of the piano!
but now you hardly brush the keys...
it's a love story for the bleeding
and there's a place in your mind
where you'd rather be

oh serenade your empty heart
focus on the beat
i know it's hard sometimes
but you will find your melody

and i know you hear me plea,
"Mr. Piano Man, play the one
that your heart plays
when you're anywhere but at your best."

so sing me a lullaby, Mr. Piano Man
you've been so quiet tonight
and i'm all out of memories
are you sure you're feeling alright?