Bliss n Eso - Watchdog Water Dragons lyrics

With continuous ease
Our words form leaves, in deciduous trees
And they fall in slow motion down
Past Old Kent and Whitechappel
All the way to Parks, Lanes and fairs in may
I dare to say some even nudge
Up against your nephews left shoe
I watch him fetch too
It whispers and sketches of blue
Trees with green sheep
Now who believes dreams speak
What seemed bleak becomes noticeable
It gleams deep so we can cope with the dull
And these are my Watchdog Water Dragons
And I guess

That I'm just a jar drifting by the tide
And I hope that a star will lift me to reside
In the hands of a single soul that can relate
To these crawlings, my fingers cold
Still relate by the force
That draws the cogs in my clockwork
That lights my way through the
Fog in the hot dirt
In your youth you’re just blowing in the wind
And ya
See the truth and they throw you in a spin
Of this vicious cycle it
Won’t clean the stain
And I, think it’s vital I don't seem the same
When I
Look in the mirror see the long hall bound
When I’m stumbling
Crumbling and it all falls down
Like, do ya, feel the rythym and like
Will ya, still be living a lie
Will ya, kneel and listen to yourself
The only person that can peel
The prison walls away they all, fall to dust
And ya’ll are saying we can call it trust
And if we call it trust then now all of us
Can get down together and live tall and just
Cause, I never plucked an eyelash, I only
Wished it goodbye
I said I never plucked an eyelash, I only
Wished this could fly

Into books, poems, stars bloom and movies
Theme park scenes, dark cartoons of scoobie
It soothes me
It’s all the same don’t confuse it
Bored to video games, create the music
Just use it children, thank you very much
I’m aware that you’re building a sanctuary up
Cause reality creates the sadness
We rely on these things to escape the madness
Like doing those "that I can
Tell by your stare"
Our common ground is that we’re both aware
My first tv murder the night in anti-poor
My hole into a closet of 1984
But when I wrote something lovely with my ink
I stopped being humpty dumpty on the brink
Of losing my balance I found it shit
It was a point man
The feeling I get when I'm
Alone but we join hands
Chilling out but I’m bound by a necklace
I don’t know but I get a little reckless
And if I don't make it to the end of the road
I don’t even know the weight
That I will unload
I wish I could relapse another time
Turn back the tap discovered rhymes
Back and forth, forth and back
Ya’ll pulled me in but that cord went slack

Just me in my room writing rhymes
To listen when you barbeque outside or
Indoors jam packed in the club
Going 60 in your car you can
Feel it in your blood

Let’s build a world of our own
So start to gather rocks
The shire’s known chatterbox
To build a home for unfathered kids
And guide the population cross
The Harbour Bridge
The harvest is controlling
My Watchdog Water Dragons
I’ll never stop writing
That’s just a great author’s passion
To write a million books and not
Look back at one of them
And to notice when the children look
There’s something that the buildings took
From their natural purpose
And in a state like this
I can never be nervous
This is my house, my crib, my kingdom
Where the floorboards creak and
The kids keep singing
We live each season just to give beats reason
Step into my house, all kids leave dreaming
Vanilla sky walking with a
Halo and some cannabis

My t-shirt reads "minorities in management"
And yeah that’s right
I’ll die for this habitat
Glide young poet, fly, bring the magic back
His nest is home, home is nest
I wanna rest my dome
I wanna hold your breast
And if the world would give me a
Chance and I could write on by
And fly just like a kite in the sky
See this matchstick, signifies my love
It won’t burn out it’ll only rise above
What a view from here, we survived the flood
Too many blind and deaf to
Hear the cries of doves
Anymore cause the parks been
Crushed by the buildings

And the view has been, replaced by a ceiling
Plus the carpark was a paradise, underneath
That ground won’t be free to breathe
So I ride on a dragon and my couch is a tiger
To stop the towns flooding and
The houses on fire
But no that's not true reality's a bitch
Stuck in a catagory where your salary is shit
So, capture my love, whenever you feel it
They say that’s just mud
He doesn’t have feelings
Well I do and it’s true, I cover the canvas
Me in Strawberry Fields looking for answers
All I wanted was a mansion, for my mother
Fat houses all around the world
For my brothers
"Flowers In The Pavement", a world that sings
Studios in every basement and
Girls with wings