CALL ME WHILE DRINKING UP THE SUNSHINE | a character gallery

Two chocolate eyelids flicker open to reveal a pair of glowing citrine orbs, yellowy green oculars filled with wonder and curiosity. Lithe, muscled body slowly lifts from the dried mossy bed and approaches the darkness of the shadows, hardened with some sort of unknown emotion that seems to lead him onwards - perhaps the need to prove himself to the Clan, perhaps just because he thought it was right to investigate the movement of the shadows, the slight rustling, the twig snaps that no one else seems to notice. Though a brave notion it could also be filled with stupidity, blinded by loyalty, too lost in his own bubble to realise that there was the possibility of something far greater than a battle within these walls of shadows. And somewhere within his gaze, you can sense a fear, a doubt that gnaws at the center of the spy's stomach. 



There's lights that line these walls that beckon us to stay. A glimmer in the distance that gathers all the strays. And when I need it most, it breaks into a song that runs through all my veins and helps me to hold on. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. It was a long night: we ran along into the spotlight, you sang a song that made the children cry and all the people knew my name. It was a bright light. These lands combine into a great big mass, we sang along until the very last, and, oh, the jury stole my fame. And then we grabbed the sun and it shined into these eyes – believe me! Cover up, rain down, we wept on the edge of this town. It's all I want, it's all we want tonight. I feel it! Cover up, rain down, we wept on the edge of this town. It's all I want, it's all we want tonight.



You've got me feelin' like a pantomime, that's why I only love you part-time. It's just a matter of “oh, don't touch me, don't you, don't you touch me no more.” You've got my feelin' like a paradigm; your friends all want me in the meantime. It's just a matter of “oh, don't touch me, don't you, don't you touch me no more.” Hey, you've got all the money, honey, your eyes are lookin' runny and red. Hey, you think all your friends are funny, but all your friends are way overfed. If you've gotta go, I won't stop you. You'll hear me singin': glory, glory, hallelujah, you've made it easy for the both of us. If he's got a chest and some arms, you'll hear me singin': glory, glory, hallelujah, you've made it easy for the bother of us.



Emma stood in front of me tellin' me what I'm s'posed to be. Jackie loves to run and hide – give her love and she will die. Calling me, oh my, oh my, cross my heart and hope to die. Bourbon streets and bicycles, holdin' you in carnivals. Baby, is my love too old for you? Baby, is my love too old for you? 'Cause, Emma, I'm for you. Emma, I'm for you. Dinner bells and loaded gun, innocence is bound to run. Enemies are playin' fun, but don't you touch that golden sun. Innocence and sentiment is owned by hope, it's where your at, and baby, is my love to old for you? 'Cause Emma, I'm for you. Emma, I'm for you. Hell and silence, I can fight it, I can fight it. Hell and silence, I can fight it, I can fight it. Hell and silence, I can fight it, I can fight it. Hell and silence! Emma, I'm for you. Emma, I'm for you. Emma, I'm for you, you, you, you. Emma, I'm for you, you, you, you. Emma, I'm for you.

I'VE BEEN A FOOL AND I'VE BEEN BLIND

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