Ain't there no buddy

By S. D. Sycther

Ain't there no buddy

Ain't there no buddy, I am waiting for;

All these years and the throne of Thor.

And there is empty but and or.

Ain't there no buddy, I am waiting for.

Shore shore sand the conches of the weak;

There whistleblower head and dancing meek meek.

Then care about the darkness and care about the sleek.

Shore filled sand and shore filled deads.

Days went by counting all heads.

Shore filled sand and shore filled deads.

But glory guitar glitter, gone all reds.

Shore filled sand and shore filled deads.

Memory memory knew, memory memory fades.

Shore filled sand and shore filled deads.

My fingers scored more, fingers sound buddy;

Rains came in and all went floody.

My fingers scored more, fingers sound buddy.

Rains came in and all went floody.

Ain't there no buddy, I am waiting for;

All these years and the throne of Thor.

And there is empty but and or.

Ain't there no buddy, I am waiting for.

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