jamboree prince(ss)

some people are soup
drink it up
hot or cold
spoon or bowl to(o)
the mouth
wet as fog
i laugh drunk
you on edge
goodnight to the kings and queens
in robes and nick drake cocaine brain, red
blue alone
not so bad
strong as my weakdays
slither on
fridays are my mondays and i juggle jamborees when sun
melts make my ice
cream
into
soup.

muddy shoes (eventual lyrics)

i got mud on my shoes
broke floors are smooth
no one comes in here no more

fall on my throat with dusty strokes
choked on a foot who lost his hope

you'll see
what to do
where to go
who to know
don't move
hold your luck
keep it cool
let it go

with mud on your shoes
you know where to choose
people know you been in here before

hold your breath at the door
grab a light from the porch
something might be coming for you

don't move
you'll see
who knows
you'll be
keep cool
let go
follow me
let's go