Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grass Shack, artist - Guerilla Toss. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Song language: English
Grass Shack |
| Quality and sanity |
| Buldging and receding |
| Ring around the edges |
| A blurry figure |
| Cuz if you find a needle |
| Inside of a grass shack |
| Bent up and misshapen |
| Deformed pattern |
| Blurry fuzzy muted |
| And not so very clear |
| Murky, monotonous |
| I cannot see or hear |
| I do not know tomorrow |
| Only today |
| A powder identity |
| A pet made of clay |
| Balance and lucidity |
| Pushing but not needing |
| Keep it at the surface |
| Right or reason |
| Collect all the details |
| From one thing to another |
| A hazy figure told me |
| Lack want, need, faster |
| Blurry fuzzy muted |
| And not so very clear |
| Murky, monotonous |
| I cannot see or hear |
| I do not know tomorrow |
| Only today |
| A powder identity |
| A pet made of clay |
| She saw patterns in sleep but also on the tv screen |
| Observing and waiting for an image or message to arrive |
| From a place she had grown to lean |
| Why go outside, and look at the public feature? |
| Maybe go out see a show, or, to change the scenery |
| Peeling her frame from the sheet |
| Trails of light followed each image in motion |
| Led by a small square of paper |
| It was rough, pointed on the edges and not entirely square |
| Peering from behind the peripheral the idea was spherical |
| A question asked but never resolved |
| Loomed in the air until the door opened |
| Parting ways with a forgetful air perhaps using it later |
| To tie together two pieces of rope |
| Or stretch a rubber band over a jar |
| She closed the door and paced |
| Strutting and moving around |
| Shifting the shoulders up and down |
| Assessing every fingertip and limb |
| All the images pulsing and breathing also with a halo rim |
| Stumbling towards the way, passing by every tree |
| Or figure lined behind a dull grey |
| Mundanely molded as a replica of the next |
| In a clay, factory, built on land with a hex |
| A walk in the winter turned into a walk in the spring |
| As the grey turned to green and the cold started to melt away |
| Patterns still lay on the front of her eyes and shadows could still be seen in |
| the corners |
| A truth or a figment? |
| I can’t even stand it |
| Without seeing or hearing was as good as blinking in the dark |
| A pin in the heart |
| That rushed up and out to patterns in the tv |
| Whats good in reality? |
| the difference in dreams and mortality |
| The form or the picture and the light and the fixture |
| Quality and sanity bursting into abnormality |
| The holiest |