ATOMS FAMILY - Nuthin Really Happens lyrics

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Windnbreeze, the god of bliss

Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind

Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks

My phenotype type is no longer bioluminous

And I must buy luminous

Objective to soak myself and objects into fluids

If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in

Nothing really happens when you hold onto the wind

Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks

My phenotype type is no longer bioluminous

And I must buy luminous

Objective to soak myself and objects into fluids

If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in...

I browse at palms before palms cover eyebrows

And get in tune with the echo-like high sounds created by my forearms

Yo, I've got four arms, and a boat attaches to stomach

And I plummet into tumultuous dizziness, soon to be dysrhythmia

Falling into a quick nostalgia, water bowelers from a shallow murmur

Bo, wind-up figurine, big trollers and Victorian addicts

I never settle for sleep, I just vindicate kettles for tea

Some of em like Carmen and cinnamon

But are like sipping the sediments and residue

After taking apart synonyms

In the dark is where you're living in

And it starts with the listener, the message is that the

Eyes fixed, I watched you hollow him and follow him

And the Mignonette Circles through atmospheric friction

You're obligated to take this oblique twist to test if you're smart enough for oblivion

Considering lost to a wander man

Like a sedentary nomad found, heliotrope in hand

Trying to escape the shadows of a really dark and placid labyrinth

You sang silly sarcastic banter links

It's a mystery to he, sorta like the way the Pink Panther thinks

In an open-shut episode with an extra globe, bleary gaze gives glance to wink

Even the involuntary twitch was laborious

But your brain isn't robust

There's more grass isle

Like a grasshopper hopping over blades of grass

While I cut blades of grass with two cut blades of glass

Attach to the end, to make a blade-of-glass scissor

Yo, did you hear anything about a grade, mister?

Did you want me to kick your ass and dilute your linear mass until you turn into a blister?

I'll give you a B minus or a B plus

Any other insect in the kingdom of insectivores

When I reflect on cloths

Disinfectivores

Do a diagnostic test on spores

And a visual check on boards

Yo, for checkmate, anticipate n tissues for tears

Absorbed by glorious, cloths

Composed of distorted, morbid wings of moths

When inventories unmentionable (nine years, nine years)

And even my peers find it nonsensical

The way I tantalize with tentacles

And send ten million sickle-cell anemia amoebas to fight lymphatic systems

Understood anguish, under the woods in the forest

I'm not a fan, and you're not famous

Then, if marriage dissed 'em, thus we can't elope

And if we can't elope

We eat cantaloupe

Running with antelope

Like ants in a moat

Chanting with ghosts who wear the fanciest cloths so crimson

Hey, and if I'm panting the most

At least I can float through spirit to dimensions

Without confusion, cause I'm here for maintenance

I may incense scents?

By my primate walks bipedal like a primate

We walk "by petals, by petals" is what we say

After we leave the garden, with flowers in bloom

Pollinating recessive mutations

On plants on planets in the ethereal

Do you drink serums for delirium?

Diluted dialect firds

You're lacking innocence, unlike the Little Prince

You'll ask, "What's ephemeral? "

Like the presence of gorgons on perches

Next to Mormon churches

And Mormon merkants keep reading from the gargoyle

Takes precedence over the precipice

With the precise recipe that is saliva

From the snargoyles, into a cup of puss

Sipping slow I doeth my body wrapped around the quintessence of dust

Like Hamlet

I can't handle it

My phenotype is, it be no longer biolumionous

My paws lack candlewick

I need a brand-new opposed to amputate and Vulcan grip

To grasp my many perplexed poses of focus

Foretold to the equivalent factor of broken bliss

But don't be mistaken

Windnbreeze is still a god of it, god of it, god of it

Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind

Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks

My phenotype type is no longer bioluminous

And I must buy luminous

Objective to soak myself and objects into fluids

If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in

Nothing really happens when you hold onto the wind

Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks

My phenotype type is no longer bioluminous

And I must buy luminous

Objective to soak myself and objects into fluids

If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in...