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Trickling up my spine
Trickling up my spine
Time for buds and blossoms to sprout, sheathings drop, and
beautiful colors pop out
It’s a wonderful time to be alive yeah it feels so wonderful
to go outside walking about
Still the crazy fears cloud my sunshine, obfuscate the landscape
I thought was looking fine
Despite the glow and warmth from up above, there’s a bad
feeling trickling up my spine
Highways crowded, orange barrels dot the horizon, mind
wanders somewhere I can’t keep my eyes on
Keys on the table, feet up TV on, despite the sitcom with
canned laughter the lonely man cries on
Sees the memories of the days they were flyin’; multi-colored
kites adorn the sky what a sick design
Though it looks serene, smiles across our faces, still
there’s something trickling up my spine
Every time it seems the last corner’s been turned, the
bridge we need to get back home has burned
Damn babe but don’t it seem the harder we try to get it
going right, the more we get spurned
Tired of what they’re selling us, time we quit buyin’, stand
up and take control, we’re all done cryin’
Need you here right by my side, baby snuggle up close and
let me feel you trickling up my spine
Trickling up my spine
Wouldn’t that be fine
Trickling up my spine
Tim Windisch
04/11/2023
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By Tim WindischTrickling up my spine
Time for buds and blossoms to sprout, sheathings drop, and
beautiful colors pop out
It’s a wonderful time to be alive yeah it feels so wonderful
to go outside walking about
Still the crazy fears cloud my sunshine, obfuscate the landscape
I thought was looking fine
Despite the glow and warmth from up above, there’s a bad
feeling trickling up my spine
Highways crowded, orange barrels dot the horizon, mind
wanders somewhere I can’t keep my eyes on
Keys on the table, feet up TV on, despite the sitcom with
canned laughter the lonely man cries on
Sees the memories of the days they were flyin’; multi-colored
kites adorn the sky what a sick design
Though it looks serene, smiles across our faces, still
there’s something trickling up my spine
Every time it seems the last corner’s been turned, the
bridge we need to get back home has burned
Damn babe but don’t it seem the harder we try to get it
going right, the more we get spurned
Tired of what they’re selling us, time we quit buyin’, stand
up and take control, we’re all done cryin’
Need you here right by my side, baby snuggle up close and
let me feel you trickling up my spine
Trickling up my spine
Wouldn’t that be fine
Trickling up my spine
Tim Windisch
04/11/2023