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letra de the line up - henry canyons

[verse 1]
the sun rises
couple hours later, i did
f-ck the [?] calm as the horizon
stepped outside, smelled the ocean and the sky
envision’ my mission of the sly
switchin’ from the tides, fixed on a line, i’m
wishin’ for a ride, though i know there’s only limited time
under my arm, carryin’ my chariot
hit the water splashin’ as i’m floatin’ on the planet
it goes up, we go down, it goes up, we go
climbin’ up another summit
cruisin’ down another ocean
inhales deep, subterranean lie one below
the earth holdin’ sick, show me where mother knows
shift my weight forwards towards the nose as i go
under, as i come up through the wash
see another, and another, and another one
hittin’ past the wall for the line up to the wanderl-st

[chorus]
water wash, they roll in
they wash out
they get swole
they calm down
they roll in
they wash out
they get swole
they calm down

[verse 2]
as he bobs up and down, knockin’ around ideas
the moment he has been waitin’ for is finally here
the antic-p-tion builds as a rise in temperature
each paddle methodic, wanting to enter that myopic
centrifuge to the tropics, pockets hollow
now follow it out before she swallows ‘im
the center of the barrel is the cavern he inhabited
rapidly vanishin’, [?]
and shootin’ through to the other side
and he couldn’t feel any more alive, what a high
his gaze lost in the depth of the sky
my homie sweats, always seeking to go tubular
i’m more swayze, dirty dancin’ maneuverer
wind blows, boogie stops shufflin’ my ten toes
wigglin’ ’em of the edge, balancin’ my pose
adaptin’ the motion, stalled in a state of focus
it’s the roll of the avalanche pushing towards the coast

[chorus]
so much on my mind that i can’t decide
catch the moment that stands still
hold on tight (breathe in)
that chance, knowin’ it’s my time (breathe out)
the swell takes over the skyline
i observe the tide stowin’, pullin’ away from sh0r-
“i’m gonna make it, y’all,” i can feel the sea breathin’
chest heavin’, her one rest of the season
out for another set, the quest for my beatin’

[verse 2]
learnin’ her temperaments ’cause i don’t know her that well
she stunnin’, wearin’ fluorescent mint, pastel
from the distance it’s the perfect day to set sail
it’s how she draws you in right before she casts a spell
she’s therapeutic, almost infinite serenity
up close in her nuance, she’s whispering obscenities
inevitably kinetic, easily agitated
her respiration gettin’ heavy, hyperventilatin’
gotta find the patience, line up congregatin’
all waitin’ for that moment so we each can find our wave
that kind of exchange that is spiritually reciprocal
connections metaphysical, removal from the usual
producin’ little miracles, constantly infemmable
gladly let her music wash over me in stereo

- henry canyons

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