Atoms Family Nothing Really Happens Lyrics

Nothing Really Happens Lyrics

Windnbreeze, the god of bliss

Nothing really happens when you hold on to
the wind
Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks
My phenotype
type is no longer bioluminous
And I must buy luminous
Objective to soak
myself and objects into fluids
If nothing really happens, it was something I
was trapped in
Nothing really happens when you hold onto the wind
Standing
by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks
My phenotype type is no longer
bioluminous
And I must buy luminous
Objective to soak myself and objects
into fluids
If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in, I
was trapped in, I was trapped in…

I browse at palms before palms
cover eyebrows
And get in tune with the echo-like high sounds created by my
forearms
Yo, I’ve got four arms, and [a boat attaches to]
stomach
And I plummet into tumultuous dizziness, soon to be
dysrhythmia
Falling into a quick nostalgia, [water bowelers from a] shallow
murmur
Bo, wind-up figurine, big [trollers] and Victorian addicts
I never
settle for sleep, I just vindicate kettles for tea
Some of ‘em like
[Carmen] and cinnamon
But are like sipping the sediments and
residue
After taking apart synonyms
In the dark is where you’re
living in
And it starts with the listener, the message is that the [logs] be
delivered on a whim
Eyes fixed, I watched you hollow him and follow
him
And the Mignonette Circles through atmospheric friction
[trebling]
You’re obligated to take this oblique twist to test if
you’re smart enough for oblivion
Considering lost to a wander
man
Like a sedentary nomad found, heliotrope in hand
Trying to escape the
shadows of a really dark and placid labyrinth
You sang silly sarcastic banter
[links]
It’s a mystery to he, sorta like the way the Pink Panther
thinks
In an open-shut episode with an extra globe, bleary gaze gives glance
to wink
Even the involuntary twitch was laborious
But your brain
isn’t robust
There’s more grass [isle]
Like a grasshopper
hopping over blades of grass
While I cut blades of grass with two cut blades
of glass
Attach to the end, to make a blade-of-glass scissor

Yo, did
you hear anything about a grade, mister?
Did you want me to kick your ass
and dilute your linear mass until you turn into a blister?
I'll give you a B
minus or a B plus
Any other insect in the kingdom of insectivores
When I
reflect on [cloths]
Disinfectivores
Do a diagnostic test on spores
And
a visual check on boards

Yo, for checkmate, anticipate n tissues for
tears
Absorbed by glorious, [cloths]
Composed of distorted, morbid wings
of moths
When inventories unmentionable [nine years, nine years]
And even
my peers find it nonsensical
The way I tantalize with tentacles
And send
ten million sickle-cell anemia amoebas to fight lymphatic systems
Understood
anguish, under the woods in the forest
I’m not a fan, and you’re
not famous
Then, if marriage [dissed 'em], thus we can’t elope
And
if we can’t elope
We eat cantaloupe
Running with antelope
Like
ants in a moat
Chanting with ghosts who wear the fanciest cloths so
crimson
Hey, and if I’m panting the most
At least I can float
through spirit to dimensions
Without confusion, cause I’m here for
maintenance
I may incense [scents?]
By my primate walks bipedal like a
primate
We walk “by petals, by petals” is what we say
After
we leave the garden, with flowers in bloom
Pollinating recessive
mutations
On plants on planets in the ethereal

Do you drink serums
for delirium?

Diluted dialect [ firds? ], thus
disillusional
You’re lacking innocence, unlike the Little
Prince,
You’ll ask, “What’s ephemeral?”
Like the
presence of gorgons on perches
Next to Mormon churches
And Mormon
“merkants” [keep reading] from the gargoyle
Takes precedence
over the precipice
With the precise recipe that is saliva
From the
snargoyles, into a cup of puss
Sipping slow I doeth my body wrapped around
the quintessence of dust

Like Hamlet
I can’t handle
it

My phenotype is, it be no longer biolumionous
My paws lack
candlewick
I need a brand-new opposed to amputate and Vulcan grip
To
grasp my many perplexed poses of focus
Foretold to the equivalent factor of
broken bliss
But don’t be mistaken,
Windnbreeze is still a god of
it, god of it, god of it

Nothing really happens when you hold on to the
wind
Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks
My phenotype
type is no longer bioluminous
And I must buy luminous
Objective to soak
myself and objects into fluids
If nothing really happens, it was something I
was trapped in
Nothing really happens when you hold onto the wind
Standing
by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks
My phenotype type is no longer
bioluminous
And I must buy luminous
Objective to soak myself and objects
into fluids
If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped
in…