White Morph
- sleepysilverdoor
- Ice Cream Man
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- Pronouns: bruh
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- Contact:
White Morph
Phlebia - White Morph
A-m-a-n-i-t-a
b-i-s-p-o-r-i-g-e-r-a
The white morphology of the Eastern Destroying Angel
A curio of mycology, your fascinating toxicology
A-m-a-n-i-t-a
From the volval chalice emerging from the dirt
To the beautiful annular taper beneath her skirt
Her spores are spherical, hyaline and amyloid
She’s the reason why mycophages have a right to be paranoid
Destroying angels, beneath the pines
Destroying angels, are all I find.
Destroying angels, beneath the pines
Destroying angels, none too kind
A-m-a-n-i-t-a
b-i-s-p-o-r-i-g-e-r-a
Binomial taxonomy of the Eastern Destroying Angel
In the same genus as the one that’s red
Shamanistic visions dancing in your head
But unlike that if you consume it you’ll likely end up dead
The forest floor appears to be punctuated with snowy white
The pallid pilei illuminated by the evening twilight
Flavescent tendencies reveal themselves upon application of alkali
A hint of jaundice reveals itself upon applying potash lye
Destroying angels, beneath the pines
Destroying angels, are all I find
Destroying angels, beneath the pines
Destroying angels, none too kind.
The first cousin of the death cap
The first cousin of the death cap
A-m-a-n-i-t-a
b-i-s-p-o-r-i-g-e-r-a
The white morphology of the Eastern Destroying Angel
A curio of mycology, your fascinating toxicology
A-m-a-n-i-t-a
From the volval chalice emerging from the dirt
To the beautiful annular taper beneath her skirt
Her spores are spherical, hyaline and amyloid
She’s the reason why mycophages have a right to be paranoid
Destroying angels, beneath the pines
Destroying angels, are all I find.
Destroying angels, beneath the pines
Destroying angels, none too kind
A-m-a-n-i-t-a
b-i-s-p-o-r-i-g-e-r-a
Binomial taxonomy of the Eastern Destroying Angel
In the same genus as the one that’s red
Shamanistic visions dancing in your head
But unlike that if you consume it you’ll likely end up dead
The forest floor appears to be punctuated with snowy white
The pallid pilei illuminated by the evening twilight
Flavescent tendencies reveal themselves upon application of alkali
A hint of jaundice reveals itself upon applying potash lye
Destroying angels, beneath the pines
Destroying angels, are all I find
Destroying angels, beneath the pines
Destroying angels, none too kind.
The first cousin of the death cap
The first cousin of the death cap
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"There's a lot to be said about a full-on frontal assault on the ear drums" - Pigfarmer Jr.
- slyeli
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 81
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Re: White Morph
Sly Eli - The White Morph
When you left I was watching TV
The white morph was on and he was whispering to me
Well my friend what you gonna do now?
With a sink full of dishes and a cut on your brow
Take me back to the old house that I know
I'll sleep peacefully and with no bad dreams to show
It's three days later and the dishwasher's cold
I'm sitting on the sofa while my world is sold
The TV is on and the static has rolled
I'm losing my mind as the white morph foretold
Give me something
Sun shine on my day
Give me something
So that she'll stay
When you left I was watching TV
The white morph was on and he was whispering to me
Well my friend what you gonna do now?
With a sink full of dishes and a cut on your brow
Take me back to the old house that I know
I'll sleep peacefully and with no bad dreams to show
It's three days later and the dishwasher's cold
I'm sitting on the sofa while my world is sold
The TV is on and the static has rolled
I'm losing my mind as the white morph foretold
Give me something
Sun shine on my day
Give me something
So that she'll stay
- vowlvom
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1091
- Joined: Wed May 17, 2017 3:29 am
- Instruments: guitar, keys, "other"
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- Submitting as: Vowl Sounds, Vom Vorton
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- Contact:
Re: White Morph
Vom Vorton
my doppelganger
I hate your feet of clay
trapped in the same cage
forced to interact each day
we get pushed around
moulded into shape
I hate seeing myself in you
but there's no escape
I laugh at your misfortune
because it's all I've got
my life a little comedy
with pratfalls but no plot
but even if I play a trick on you
or best you at your game
we'll cease to exist
after five minutes of fame
I am your reflection
you are my polar north
but all you'll ever be
is the white morph
my doppelganger
I hate your feet of clay
trapped in the same cage
forced to interact each day
we get pushed around
moulded into shape
I hate seeing myself in you
but there's no escape
I laugh at your misfortune
because it's all I've got
my life a little comedy
with pratfalls but no plot
but even if I play a trick on you
or best you at your game
we'll cease to exist
after five minutes of fame
I am your reflection
you are my polar north
but all you'll ever be
is the white morph
- gizo
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 498
- Joined: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:42 pm
- Instruments: i am mostly playing stringed ones, but I'll have a tilt at most
- Recording Method: my method is to throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks. My wall is made of Logic on an old iMac
- Submitting as: gizo : rackwagon (with Toshiro) : Late Heavy Bombardment : Stacking Theory
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: I wish I was at an ocean beach
Re: White Morph
The Late Heavy Bombardment
Here I am
And you are
Here with me
And all of us
Are all alone
And thats the way that every one of us will die
Ground will shake
Here on the northeast
of the south
and earth will move
And early cheer
Will vanish in the dust and in the noise and fear
And as long as we don’t look back at the dull grey
We can watch the white morph into the green
And into the blue
And try not to think about the creeping doom
Where are you
You left me
Gasping with the last
Of season's air
It isn’t fair
This is a burden we were meant to share
And as long as we don’t look back at the dull grey
We can watch the white morph into the green
And into the blue
And try not to think about the creeping doom
The creeping doom
The creeping doom
The creeping doom
The creeping doom
Here I am
And you are
Here with me
And all of us
Are all alone
And thats the way that every one of us will die
Ground will shake
Here on the northeast
of the south
and earth will move
And early cheer
Will vanish in the dust and in the noise and fear
And as long as we don’t look back at the dull grey
We can watch the white morph into the green
And into the blue
And try not to think about the creeping doom
Where are you
You left me
Gasping with the last
Of season's air
It isn’t fair
This is a burden we were meant to share
And as long as we don’t look back at the dull grey
We can watch the white morph into the green
And into the blue
And try not to think about the creeping doom
The creeping doom
The creeping doom
The creeping doom
The creeping doom
.sig
- WreckdoMelle
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 359
- Joined: Tue May 01, 2012 5:18 am
- Instruments: Gibson SG, clarinet, tuba, bass guitar, baritone horn, mandolin, vox, sax (sorta)
- Recording Method: Bitwig Studio
- Submitting as: Brown Word and the Big Whine, sometimes WreckdoM
- Pronouns: she/her
- Location: Austin, TX
- Contact:
Re: White Morph
The White Morph - Brown Word and the Big Whine
Darkness takes ahold of the land
Leaves a wake of uncertainty
The white morph of my soul flies free
In times of serenity
Bleakness grips ahold of my brain
Lashing out in a fit of anguish
The white morph of my soul flies free
In times of serenity
Can you feel it coming on
Like a wave in the back of your mind
Can you feel equilibrium
Balanced on the blade of a knife
Confusion
Then surrender
The white morph of my soul flies free
In times of serenity
Low so low
High so high
No in between
I'm drifting
Half-conscious of lifting
No landmarks
No limits
Nothing says halt
The white morph of my soul flies free
Darkness takes ahold of the land
Leaves a wake of uncertainty
The white morph of my soul flies free
In times of serenity
Bleakness grips ahold of my brain
Lashing out in a fit of anguish
The white morph of my soul flies free
In times of serenity
Can you feel it coming on
Like a wave in the back of your mind
Can you feel equilibrium
Balanced on the blade of a knife
Confusion
Then surrender
The white morph of my soul flies free
In times of serenity
Low so low
High so high
No in between
I'm drifting
Half-conscious of lifting
No landmarks
No limits
Nothing says halt
The white morph of my soul flies free
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- lichenthroat
- Mean Street
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- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: New Mexico
Re: White Morph
The White Morph
by Lichen Throat
Time to eat my favorite snack:
Cylinders in a plastic sack.
Water, sugar, and gelatin,
Nothing else is quite as fun.
Morph them into any shape.
Spread them with Nutella in crepes.
Drop them in my hot chocolate cup;
Drink it down and slurp them up.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Soft and pure and sweet and white.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Joy in every sticky bite.
Dad and Uncle at the campsite,
Fishing stories by firelight.
Amid vanilla-scented bark,
Shouts of “Elmer!” through the dark.
Aunt Ruth comes back from the car,
With graham crackers and chocolate bars.
Toast them till they bubble and welt,
Just enough to make them melt.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Soft and pure and sweet and white.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Joy in every sticky bite.
Don’t let the rocking horse people eat them all.
They’re beloved from Argentina to Nepal.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Soft and pure and sweet and white.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Joy in every sticky bite.
by Lichen Throat
Time to eat my favorite snack:
Cylinders in a plastic sack.
Water, sugar, and gelatin,
Nothing else is quite as fun.
Morph them into any shape.
Spread them with Nutella in crepes.
Drop them in my hot chocolate cup;
Drink it down and slurp them up.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Soft and pure and sweet and white.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Joy in every sticky bite.
Dad and Uncle at the campsite,
Fishing stories by firelight.
Amid vanilla-scented bark,
Shouts of “Elmer!” through the dark.
Aunt Ruth comes back from the car,
With graham crackers and chocolate bars.
Toast them till they bubble and welt,
Just enough to make them melt.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Soft and pure and sweet and white.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Joy in every sticky bite.
Don’t let the rocking horse people eat them all.
They’re beloved from Argentina to Nepal.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Soft and pure and sweet and white.
Marshmallow, marshmallow,
Joy in every sticky bite.
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- Panama
- Posts: 974
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- Pronouns: she/her
- Location: Madison, WI
- Contact:
Re: White Morph
The White Morph
miscellaneous owl
based on The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym by Edgar Allan Poe
He lifts up the lids of his eyes and his eyes are all white, white
He lifts up the lids of his eyes and his eyes are all white, white
He lifts up his lips in a smile and his teeth are all white, white
He lifts up his lips in a smile and his teeth are all white, white
He touches his face with a cloth and it's fluttering white, white
He touches his face with a cloth and it's fluttering white, white
The birds scream a name from the clouds and they're fluttering white, white
The birds scream a name from the clouds and they're fluttering white, white
Tekeli-li
Tekeli-li
The ashes that rain from the sky on my hair are all white, white
The ashes that rain from the sky on my hair are all white, white
They fall on my face as I lie in the boat, it's all white, white
They fall on my face as I lie in the boat, it's all white, white
The glow of the ocean that laps at my hand is all white, white
The glow of the ocean that laps at my hand is all white, white
The vapor that billows due south is all white, white
The vapor that billows due south is all white, white
Tekeli-li
Tekeli-li
North wind
Pale swirling
White morph
Emerging
Black bittern
White bear
Red eyes
White hair
North wind
Pale swirling
White morph
Emerging
Burning sea
Foams milk
White clouds
Form veils
North wind
Pale swirling
White morph
Emerging
North wind
Pale swirling
White morph
Emerging
Tekeli-li
Tekeli-li
miscellaneous owl
based on The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym by Edgar Allan Poe
He lifts up the lids of his eyes and his eyes are all white, white
He lifts up the lids of his eyes and his eyes are all white, white
He lifts up his lips in a smile and his teeth are all white, white
He lifts up his lips in a smile and his teeth are all white, white
He touches his face with a cloth and it's fluttering white, white
He touches his face with a cloth and it's fluttering white, white
The birds scream a name from the clouds and they're fluttering white, white
The birds scream a name from the clouds and they're fluttering white, white
Tekeli-li
Tekeli-li
The ashes that rain from the sky on my hair are all white, white
The ashes that rain from the sky on my hair are all white, white
They fall on my face as I lie in the boat, it's all white, white
They fall on my face as I lie in the boat, it's all white, white
The glow of the ocean that laps at my hand is all white, white
The glow of the ocean that laps at my hand is all white, white
The vapor that billows due south is all white, white
The vapor that billows due south is all white, white
Tekeli-li
Tekeli-li
North wind
Pale swirling
White morph
Emerging
Black bittern
White bear
Red eyes
White hair
North wind
Pale swirling
White morph
Emerging
Burning sea
Foams milk
White clouds
Form veils
North wind
Pale swirling
White morph
Emerging
North wind
Pale swirling
White morph
Emerging
Tekeli-li
Tekeli-li
- Duncan
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 199
- Joined: Mon Jan 18, 2021 1:53 am
- Instruments: Piano, Guitar, Sax, Clarinet, Harmonica, Voice
- Recording Method: Reaper
- Submitting as: Duncan Martin
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Vancouver, BC
Re: White Morph
The White Morph
Duncan Martin
Am
That war boy in Mad Max Fury Road
C
Sprayin’ chrome on his teeth and doing what he’s told
D
Spittin gas on the intake manifold
E
High octane with lead and a heart of gold
D C Am
He’s pale as hell, they’re charging forth
D C Am E Am
He’s powder coated -- a manual white morph
Am
Silver and gold in the wild don’t always shine
C
But Yukon Cornelius was lookin for a peppermint mine
D
That abominable snowman in his frosty cave
E
Where the mercury drops lower than a triple grave
D C Am
Gotta blend in with the snow up north
D C Am E Am
He’s your basic bumble -- a fictional white morph
Am
Edgar Winter Group went platinum twice
C
Frankenstein and Free Ride for one low price
D
That cover of “They Only Come Out at Night”
E
His brother Johnny just as wild a sight
D C Am
Albino Texans pickin’ on the porch
D C Am E Am
Mama must be proud of her white morphs
Duncan Martin
Am
That war boy in Mad Max Fury Road
C
Sprayin’ chrome on his teeth and doing what he’s told
D
Spittin gas on the intake manifold
E
High octane with lead and a heart of gold
D C Am
He’s pale as hell, they’re charging forth
D C Am E Am
He’s powder coated -- a manual white morph
Am
Silver and gold in the wild don’t always shine
C
But Yukon Cornelius was lookin for a peppermint mine
D
That abominable snowman in his frosty cave
E
Where the mercury drops lower than a triple grave
D C Am
Gotta blend in with the snow up north
D C Am E Am
He’s your basic bumble -- a fictional white morph
Am
Edgar Winter Group went platinum twice
C
Frankenstein and Free Ride for one low price
D
That cover of “They Only Come Out at Night”
E
His brother Johnny just as wild a sight
D C Am
Albino Texans pickin’ on the porch
D C Am E Am
Mama must be proud of her white morphs
- Merle Fyshwick
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 73
- Joined: Thu Feb 13, 2014 9:04 pm
- Recording Method: Cubase, Korg MicroKey, Zoom H1, shit headphones.
- Submitting as: The Magnetic Letters
- Location: Fremantle
Re: White Morph
The White Morph - The Magnetic Letters
This is the greatest story
Of redemption ever told
In the history of children's television
It's a lesson about friendship
And overcoming obstacles
If we look inside our hearts there's room to grow
Green with Evil Tommy was enchanted
Repulsa gave him the Sword of Darkness
Tasked him to destroy Zordon and the Rangers
New kid in town
New kid in town
Wreaking havoc in Angel Grove
The Megazord is thrown into the Earth's core
Summons the Dragonzord to destroy the city
Green with Evil
Green with Evil
Tommy was having a change of heart
Goldar took him to the Dark Dimension
Hands his coin to Jason Lee Scott
Green Candle Burns
Green Candle Burns
Lord Zedd drains Tommy's power
Leaving the others trapped in the Otherworld
Tommy uses the last of his power
Dark Crystal smashed
Dark Crystal Smashed
Zordon and Alpha need a new Ranger
Who could it be? Nobody knows
Tommy is now the White Power Ranger
Light of Goodness
Light of Goodness
White Power Ranger
This is the greatest story
Of redemption ever told
In the history of children's television
It's a lesson about friendship
And overcoming obstacles
If we look inside our hearts there's room to grow
Green with Evil Tommy was enchanted
Repulsa gave him the Sword of Darkness
Tasked him to destroy Zordon and the Rangers
New kid in town
New kid in town
Wreaking havoc in Angel Grove
The Megazord is thrown into the Earth's core
Summons the Dragonzord to destroy the city
Green with Evil
Green with Evil
Tommy was having a change of heart
Goldar took him to the Dark Dimension
Hands his coin to Jason Lee Scott
Green Candle Burns
Green Candle Burns
Lord Zedd drains Tommy's power
Leaving the others trapped in the Otherworld
Tommy uses the last of his power
Dark Crystal smashed
Dark Crystal Smashed
Zordon and Alpha need a new Ranger
Who could it be? Nobody knows
Tommy is now the White Power Ranger
Light of Goodness
Light of Goodness
White Power Ranger
- ujnhunter
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1804
- Joined: Fri Mar 07, 2008 1:09 pm
- Instruments: Bass, Keyboards, Crummy Guitar & Animal Noises (especially Donkeys)
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- Submitting as: Cock, Chth*.*, D.A.H. (Der Alter Hahn)
- Pronouns: His Infernal Majesty
- Location: CT, USA
- Contact:
Re: White Morph
The White Morph
IRC USM
You could run for your life
But you should pray for your soul
For the White Morph, it rides on the wind
With death on the wing
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
It'll tear you apart with it's claws
It'll crush you with it's beak
You will never ever walk again
No, you will never ever speak
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
It won't stop for anyone
It won't stop for anything
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
IRC USM
You could run for your life
But you should pray for your soul
For the White Morph, it rides on the wind
With death on the wing
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
It'll tear you apart with it's claws
It'll crush you with it's beak
You will never ever walk again
No, you will never ever speak
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
It won't stop for anyone
It won't stop for anything
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
The White Morph, it rides on the wind
Carrying death upon it's wing
-Ujn Hunter
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- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 31
- Joined: Thu Mar 31, 2016 5:23 am
- Submitting as: CazaroTaro
Re: White Morph
The White Morph
CazaroTaro
There’s a girl I know
Who has a special glow
Biochemist father
Geneticist mother
She became their experiment
Mother’s egg was a little cooked off
Father’s sperm was a little bent
That’s how she became the white morph
She’s rather pale
Doesn’t look well
Skin transparent, so aberrant
White Morph, it's not your fault
Your parents, broke your genes
White Morph, without a second thought
They played with a human being
I found her hiding from the light
Hair so black and skin so white
Character strong, she’s so calm
She drew me in and I won't leave
White Morph, a kindred spirit
White Morph, two parts are one
White Morph, I don’t fear it
Definitely she’s the girl for me
CazaroTaro
There’s a girl I know
Who has a special glow
Biochemist father
Geneticist mother
She became their experiment
Mother’s egg was a little cooked off
Father’s sperm was a little bent
That’s how she became the white morph
She’s rather pale
Doesn’t look well
Skin transparent, so aberrant
White Morph, it's not your fault
Your parents, broke your genes
White Morph, without a second thought
They played with a human being
I found her hiding from the light
Hair so black and skin so white
Character strong, she’s so calm
She drew me in and I won't leave
White Morph, a kindred spirit
White Morph, two parts are one
White Morph, I don’t fear it
Definitely she’s the girl for me
- Here, Atticus
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 89
- Joined: Fri Mar 28, 2014 1:51 pm
- Instruments: *doot doot badum tsss*
- Recording Method: PC:Cubase, Reaper
- Submitting as: Brother Baker; Here, Atticus
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: St Petersburg, FL
- Contact:
Re: White Morph
The White Morph
by Brother Baker
Bear witness, behold a challenge to the status quo
I’ve made a name, I’m drawing eyes, I’m quite the prize, and a rival to your fame
Such weakness, pure talent and a mind to mold
The coin you gave, the power’s mine, and of my mind, I cannot say
Repulsive power doesn’t sour much the progress that I’ve made
And of my own accord, I’ve earned this hour, The Grove will never be the same
Watch petty insects cower, watch them scramble, forced to play my game
Behold my power as I tower, terrible and great
The hilt of darkness is sundered from the blade
The fog of war has lifted, repulsive power remains
My mind, assailed by dragons, fights to even know my name
That wasn’t me, it wasn’t me
The candle’s forged,
The mantle's too much
I feed the flame
And I bear the weight
Currency of darkness
Betrayal stings
I’ll be the offering
I return to the wilderness and spar with my shadow
Again, alone, without, and wondering why I ever had to know
And now? The White light of good? This power now inside?
I’ve got to make this right.
Back again, and at the top, the hubris grows
My inner beast will buck and change, but still I know
I’m meant for good, I cannot let it go
The White Morph’s how it shows, it’s how you know
by Brother Baker
Bear witness, behold a challenge to the status quo
I’ve made a name, I’m drawing eyes, I’m quite the prize, and a rival to your fame
Such weakness, pure talent and a mind to mold
The coin you gave, the power’s mine, and of my mind, I cannot say
Repulsive power doesn’t sour much the progress that I’ve made
And of my own accord, I’ve earned this hour, The Grove will never be the same
Watch petty insects cower, watch them scramble, forced to play my game
Behold my power as I tower, terrible and great
The hilt of darkness is sundered from the blade
The fog of war has lifted, repulsive power remains
My mind, assailed by dragons, fights to even know my name
That wasn’t me, it wasn’t me
The candle’s forged,
The mantle's too much
I feed the flame
And I bear the weight
Currency of darkness
Betrayal stings
I’ll be the offering
I return to the wilderness and spar with my shadow
Again, alone, without, and wondering why I ever had to know
And now? The White light of good? This power now inside?
I’ve got to make this right.
Back again, and at the top, the hubris grows
My inner beast will buck and change, but still I know
I’m meant for good, I cannot let it go
The White Morph’s how it shows, it’s how you know
- mholland
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 170
- Joined: Sat Jul 25, 2020 8:18 pm
- Instruments: Saxophones and other things
- Recording Method: Scarlett 18i20, Logic
- Submitting as: Night Sky
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Davis, CA
Re: White Morph
The White Morph - Night Sky
Some kids grow up dreaming
Reading and scheming
While the others learn to dance
they take a chance
Spend their allowance
On the pieces they need
To make their set complete.
While still too young to leave
They journey by dream
The white morph and the green queen
The flightless pretender amid the tumbleweeds
Someday they’ll have the whole menagerie
It’s one part dream and one part strategy
You might see them laughing
Sitting and chatting
Their words so mysterious
And serious
Not looking curious
About the kids they see
Who won’t listen or speak
To those who seem meek
They’re just found in a dream
The white morph and the green queen
The flightless pretender amid the tumbleweeds
Someday they’ll have the whole menagerie
It’s one part dream and one part strategy
They might become anything
Teaching or painting
Their future is limitless
Mind’s a chrysalis
Solemn and frivolous
Maybe find a new beat
Shine a new light on the street
If open hearts will seek
They just might share the dream
The white morph and the green queen
The flightless pretender amid the tumbleweeds
Someday they’ll have the whole menagerie
It’s one part dream and one part strategy
Some kids grow up dreaming
Reading and scheming
While the others learn to dance
they take a chance
Spend their allowance
On the pieces they need
To make their set complete.
While still too young to leave
They journey by dream
The white morph and the green queen
The flightless pretender amid the tumbleweeds
Someday they’ll have the whole menagerie
It’s one part dream and one part strategy
You might see them laughing
Sitting and chatting
Their words so mysterious
And serious
Not looking curious
About the kids they see
Who won’t listen or speak
To those who seem meek
They’re just found in a dream
The white morph and the green queen
The flightless pretender amid the tumbleweeds
Someday they’ll have the whole menagerie
It’s one part dream and one part strategy
They might become anything
Teaching or painting
Their future is limitless
Mind’s a chrysalis
Solemn and frivolous
Maybe find a new beat
Shine a new light on the street
If open hearts will seek
They just might share the dream
The white morph and the green queen
The flightless pretender amid the tumbleweeds
Someday they’ll have the whole menagerie
It’s one part dream and one part strategy
Night Sky is Sally on lyrics, Steve on drums, and Matt on the other stuff
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- A New Player
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Re: White Morph
my first songfight hope you like!
snow geese (the white morph) by Lean To
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well the schoolyard is a river of white
there's no one here and it's late at night
the cold earth rubs against your skin
if you don't move a muscle you can fit right in
C
any other year
Am
it's a playfight
C
in any other year
D
we could take flight
Em Am G#maj
like the snow geese pushing through the clouds
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling around
Em Am G#maj
a wave of cacophony and sound
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling and whirling...
well the water is a field of blue
there's no one there, except for you
there is peace underneath its icy skin
if you just move a muscle you can slip right in
C
any other year
Am
it's a rewrite
C
in any other year
D
we could be light
Em Am G#maj
as the snow geese pushing through the clouds
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling around
Em Am G#maj
a wave of cacophony and sound
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling and whirling...
Am C
underneath the elegant structure
Bm
let in a little soul
Am C
underneath your complex illusion
Bm
is there anything whole?
Am Bm
you run out onto the barren field
C D
and the snow geese take flight as one great conciousness
Em Am G#maj
pushing through the clouds
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling around
Em Am G#maj
a wave of cacophony and sound
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling and whirling...
Em Am G#maj
snow geese pushing through the clouds
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling around
Em Am G#maj
a wave of cacophony and sound
G Bm Am7 G#maj G
grey and white morphs, swirling and whirling...
snow geese (the white morph) by Lean To
_________________________________
well the schoolyard is a river of white
there's no one here and it's late at night
the cold earth rubs against your skin
if you don't move a muscle you can fit right in
C
any other year
Am
it's a playfight
C
in any other year
D
we could take flight
Em Am G#maj
like the snow geese pushing through the clouds
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling around
Em Am G#maj
a wave of cacophony and sound
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling and whirling...
well the water is a field of blue
there's no one there, except for you
there is peace underneath its icy skin
if you just move a muscle you can slip right in
C
any other year
Am
it's a rewrite
C
in any other year
D
we could be light
Em Am G#maj
as the snow geese pushing through the clouds
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling around
Em Am G#maj
a wave of cacophony and sound
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling and whirling...
Am C
underneath the elegant structure
Bm
let in a little soul
Am C
underneath your complex illusion
Bm
is there anything whole?
Am Bm
you run out onto the barren field
C D
and the snow geese take flight as one great conciousness
Em Am G#maj
pushing through the clouds
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling around
Em Am G#maj
a wave of cacophony and sound
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling and whirling...
Em Am G#maj
snow geese pushing through the clouds
G Bm Am7
grey and white morphs, swirling around
Em Am G#maj
a wave of cacophony and sound
G Bm Am7 G#maj G
grey and white morphs, swirling and whirling...
- jpnickolas
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 59
- Joined: Sat Oct 10, 2020 4:46 pm
- Instruments: guitar
- Recording Method: UMC202HD, Reaper
- Submitting as: JP Nickolas
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Boston, MA
- Contact:
Re: White Morph
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
It pops tranquility
Fragility is failing me
A flood of messy thoughts
I ought to bury deep
But creep they seep
And stain me evermore
The static white
Morphs inside my mind
Alive between my ears
A lie obscene with fears
The white
Morphs inside my brain
Stretching at the veins
Slowly going insane
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
Sweatshop of shoddy dread
That spreads in me instead
My psyche is a mess
Distress leaves me in ache
Mistake to be alone
I’m prone to spiral out
The static white
Morphs inside my mind
Alive between my ears
A lie obscene with fears
The white
Morphs inside my brain
Stretching at the veins
Slowly going insane
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
The white static morphs my brain
My brain, slowly goes insane
I’d drill a hole straight through my skull
Just to get some peace of mind
But preservation tells me no
The last of me that’s left behind
I cling to that clarity
A rarity I barely see
Me from a better day
I’d better pray that it’ll stay
More of me seems to fade
I’m afraid of getting lost
As cost of clawing back
Back on track is getting hopeless
The static takes me by osmosis
Tick tock it won’t stop
It pops tranquility
Fragility is failing me
A flood of messy thoughts
I ought to bury deep
But creep they seep
And stain me evermore
The static white
Morphs inside my mind
Alive between my ears
A lie obscene with fears
The white
Morphs inside my brain
Stretching at the veins
Slowly going insane
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
Sweatshop of shoddy dread
That spreads in me instead
My psyche is a mess
Distress leaves me in ache
Mistake to be alone
I’m prone to spiral out
The static white
Morphs inside my mind
Alive between my ears
A lie obscene with fears
The white
Morphs inside my brain
Stretching at the veins
Slowly going insane
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
Subtle is the shock
Tick tock it won’t stop
The white static morphs my brain
My brain, slowly goes insane
I’d drill a hole straight through my skull
Just to get some peace of mind
But preservation tells me no
The last of me that’s left behind
I cling to that clarity
A rarity I barely see
Me from a better day
I’d better pray that it’ll stay
More of me seems to fade
I’m afraid of getting lost
As cost of clawing back
Back on track is getting hopeless
The static takes me by osmosis
- crumpart
- Ice Cream Man
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- Submitting as: Hot Pink Halo
- Pronouns: She/her
- Location: Laois, Ireland
- Contact:
Re: White Morph
The White Morph
Hot Pink Halo
***
The white morphs
In the dark
It shimmers and glows
With a vinegar sting
We turn metal
To snow
The dark morphs
Into light
It shudders and throws
The last punch in the ring
You’ll be dead
Before old
The white morphs
Into art
It shades and it sings
With a crystalline heart
We give weight
To its wings
The art morphs
In your heart
It whispers and brings
All your secrets to light
While it buries
Everything
The white morphs
Into earth
In bonds and it flows
Into rivers and streams
Where it kills
What would grow
The earth morphs
And it finds
It moves and it knows
The death throes
Of the star
Shining below
Hot Pink Halo
***
The white morphs
In the dark
It shimmers and glows
With a vinegar sting
We turn metal
To snow
The dark morphs
Into light
It shudders and throws
The last punch in the ring
You’ll be dead
Before old
The white morphs
Into art
It shades and it sings
With a crystalline heart
We give weight
To its wings
The art morphs
In your heart
It whispers and brings
All your secrets to light
While it buries
Everything
The white morphs
Into earth
In bonds and it flows
Into rivers and streams
Where it kills
What would grow
The earth morphs
And it finds
It moves and it knows
The death throes
Of the star
Shining below
Devil’s got me Lindt! Devil’s got me Lindt!