Beware the Werefox. Lesser known cousin to the werewolf. He turns into a half fox, half man at full moon and craps in your wheelie bins.
Friday, 23 December 2011
Work Colleague Sitting
Sketched one of the peeps that I work with, she quite liked the result I think but unfortunately I spilt ink on the legs!
Ms Punsumberry
Ms Punsumberry works in a library and keeps her small change in a shovel purse. She eats very little but drinks constant hot tea and consumes an inordinate amount of sweet biscuits which she likes to dip in her teacup.She is a spinster and harbours a secret gambling addiction. Her closest friend and confedant is her pet budgerigar Gerald who has been witness to her gradual descent into alcoholism and gambling over the last twenty years.
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Blue Man
I've been experimenting with using some different skin tones when I'm colouring faces up.
I really need to put some more time into giving these guys bodies and get out of my doodling comfort zone in the new year!
Silly Green truck
I am practicing drawing other stuff for my newborn son. Hopefully we can draw some adventures together in the future.
Orange monster
This is based on online doodles by 'Adventure time' creater Pendleton Ward. http://www.buenothebear.com/His site is full of great doodles that he's done on the back of till receipts and stuff
Blue woman
Hooray!I have finally worked out a way of getting my doodles back into the virtual world.
I've been doing quite a lot of doodleing but my new camera cant handle the close ups so it's not been on the site.
But now I have new scanner to BOO YAH!
Saturday, 10 December 2011
LORD ESCHIN: Part 7
Now the fear became a cold stone in his chest, seeming to reach up and snatch back the air from his throat. 'I cannot sir, you are my tutor, may fathers friend and a friend to the house Eschin' but before he could continue with his protest, Galaan had closed the gap between them. Now he struck the young boy lightly across the face before grasping him by his thin shoulders.
' Enough of that child. You are my student and here to learn so first learn this; when your swordmaster bids you do something you will do it. Immediately and without thought or question. The tools and exercises that you will encounter here all carry risk. Some will even endanger your life. I must know from you now, at the very begining, whether you are able to follow my instructions without hesitation or doubt.If you cannot do this then I cannot protect you from the many dangers that we will face together. You must learn first to trust that I know what I am about, otherwise we are finished here and I will inform your family that I was wrong about your aptitude for the sword. Do I make myself clear?'
Sozo had nodded meekly; 'yes sir, I understand'. Galaan meerely nodded before resuming his previous position of quiet contemplation ten paces distant from the young boy.
He closed his eyes once more. 'Attack me when you are ready'.
Sozo tried to clear his mind. The light sabre in his hand suddenly felt very heavy and he was acutely aware of his sweating palms and wiped them on his jerkin in an attempt to gain a better purchase on the weapon's hilt. His mind swam as he tried to recall all of his lessons with the master of arms. Nothing that he had so far been taught pertained to assaulting an unarmed man with a deadly blade however and so he hesitated.
He seemed to stand there opposite the peaceful elf for an eternity of moments, debating with himself the best course of action and imagining the conversation that he would have to engage in to explain to his parents why one of their closest friends lay dead in his guest house.
All this time, Galaan appeared to be unmoving, barely breathing. His eyes barely flickered, surely he was aware of the great conflict in his newest pupil, but if so, his behavior betrayed nothing but calm detachment.
Eventually the young boy steeled himself for the unavoidable and drew a deep breath in the hope that it might calm his madly beating heart. He lifted the Sabre as the master of arms had taught him and distributed his weight well as he covered the distance between them in a heartbeat before thrusting the point of the sword forward with all the strength that he could find, seeking to sheathe it in the soft flesh of his tutors heart.
But the elf was faster and seemed to blur in front of his eyes.
Sozo felt a great impact on his shoulders, knocking him to the floor and taking the breath from his lungs. A pained groan escaped his lips and he was acutely aware of the taste of sand and sawdust in his mouth. Galaan was standing over him with one foot planted in the small of his back and the tip of Sozo's weapon resting against the back of his neck with a firmness that suggested the skin might break at any moment.
' This is your first lesson young one' came Galaans voice. 'a weapon should always be feared most by the protagonist who least understands it's use. It matters not one whit to the swordmaster whether it is he or his opponent who holds the sword. He is master of the situation and that sword is more a danger to his opponent than to him'
Sozo was aware of the preassure of the blade being removed from his neck and the foot from his back. Now Galaan gently helped him to his feet and smiled his reassurance.
'Calm yourself, todays test is ended. Now come and eat a little with me, I have had some light breakfast prepared for us. It is not a good idea to train on an empty stomach. Breath easily for a moment and you will find that your appetite will return to you'.
And so had begun the long years of his training. Galaans endless excersises to strengthen his limbs and develop flexibility and acrobatic skill at first and all the while the constant permutations of attact and defence, advance and retreat.
The meditation that helped him to visualize his entire being as a weapon, as part of the larger symphony of combat. a bird flying through deadly storm yet avoiding danger and remaining detached and graceful
There were long months of practice outside of Galaans hall as well during the first few years. Sozo slowly developing skill in both sides of his body at once so that he could become truly ambidextrous, fluid and adaptable in battle.
Friday, 2 September 2011
LORD ESCHIN: Part six
The next day he awoke at four and shivered himself out of bed in the darkness. The fire in his bedchamber had long since burned out and he could see his breath in the air.
Throwing on cold clothes, he took a lamp from the wall and lit it with his tinder box before making his way out of the deserted castle and into the woods. Galaan prefered not to live in cold stone buildings when visiting the family and dwelt instead in the woodland lodge.
The lodge was a long, hall like construction several hundred feet long with a sloping thatch roof and several chimneys. One end of the building enclosed Galaans living quarters whilst various out buildings housed his few servants. A nearby stream provided a ready source of water and, even at this early hour, Sozo could spy a few cold servants carrying bundles of clothes to wash as he crossed the clearing and approached the lodge.
One half of the building had long ago been converted into a wide covered space, ideal for teaching the arts of riding or dancing.
Today however it had been arranged in a manner that put Sozo in mind of his sessions with the master of arms. A few climbing frames stood at the centre of the vast room whilst racks containing wooden staves and other martial equipment had been arranged around the rooms edge.
A long rope hung from the main ceiling beam and some running weights had been left at its foot. Galaan was seated on a long bench at one end of the room, coolly regarding Sozo in the early morning light. Unlike the soft robes that Sozo was accustomed to seeing him wear, Galaan was stripped to the waist today. His white elven skin contrasted starkly with the dark black snake tatto that curled around his upper body and down one arm. Today Galaan wore black leather breaches and simple soft leather shoes, similar to those he used for Sozo's dancing lessons. The ageless elf appeared no more than 25 and his thick black hair had been cropped short since Sozo had seen him last year. In all other aspects he remained the same as ever he had. Not one wrinkle or grey hair.
Two identical sabres had been placed on the bench at his side, Galaan finished running an oiled cloth over one of them before he stood and addressed the young lord before him.
" You are punctual as always", he commented as he motioned for Sozo to come and examine the blades. "Tell me Sozo, what do you see before you?".
"Two swords sir" he dutifully replied. Suddenly aware of the sound of his stomach growling as his digestive system began to wake up.
Galaan picked up one of the sabres and lightly turned it to and fro in front of his eyes, examining his reflection in the perfect blade. He spoke almost as if to himself, causing Sozo to feel as if he were an unwitting spectator in some very private ritual that he had no right being party to.
" Two swords indeed. And there are those who would perhaps tell you that these are magical swords possessed of the ability to make the bearer invincible in battle or to rid him of all fear. There are yet others who would tell you that a sword is a noble weapon and the mark of a nobleman. They would say that truely great swords belong only in the hands of truely great swordsmen"
Galaan turned to fix his gaze on the young boy. In one sudden movement his hand seemed to blur as he expertly flicked the sabre accros the room with a noise like an angry metal hornet. It buried itself in one of the lodges many wooden supports.
" But it is not!" he excalimed, making the young Sozo jump in spite of himself. " It is not magical, and beware of any fool who tells you that he has discovered a magical sword. Iron is a pure metal and will not suffer enchantment upon itself. Nor is it noble. For how can a few ounces of steel and leather and wood turn the bearer into a nobleman. Be careful of anyone speaking of truely great swords. Such things do not exist. There are only truely great swordsmen and the tools that they employ. And in the end that's all it is boy. A tool. A tool that one uses to do a job. Just as one might use a hammer or a cart or a candle.
Most men use a sword as if they were trying to swat flies on a summers day. You will meet a few, like your master of arms back at the house, who can at least put the tool to its propper use when the occasion demands it.
But you boy, you must learn to dance with the blade. You must learn to see a weapon as an extension of your own will. To see the beauty and story of combat and to become a part of that story moment by moment. To ebb and flow within it's colours without fear. Without rage. Without any emotion save for a detatched pleasure in the rhythm of the dance.
You will train your body to obey your concious and unconcious command. To obey the music of combat and to kill or wound only as much as is neccesary for the peice to be played.
You will train yourself to do all of this without hesitation and with no feelings of regret or remorse. Until you see yourself only as a dancer within that music &your body as an instrument of the dance.
All of this I will endevour to teach you, but do not think for a moment that it will be easily achieved".
Sozo nodded his acceptance but felt his heart sink once again as he recalled all of the things that he had been looking forward to doing with his friends that year. All of his future plans were evaporating under the heat of his tutor's ambition. For the briefest of moments he considered refusing to attend the training but immediately dismissed the idea. He was an Eschin and would not be a source of shame to his father and the family name.
Galaan retrieved the second blade from the bench. It was twin to the one now buried in the beam of the practice room. Two and a half feet of silver blue steel around an inch and a half in width. The hilt was wrapped in supple black leather and the blades edge appeared wickedly sharp. Sozo had not seen many swords but even he could tell that this steel was of a high quality and had likely been forged by a master craftsman.
Galaan pressed the hilt into Sozo's hand and he reluctantly accepted it.
He had been fearing what the morning would entail and now imagined that his tutor would fetch the other blade and demand that they fence.
Insted the elf led him to an uncluttered area of the hall and bade him stand still. He departed about ten paces from Sozo before turning to face him once again. He closed his eyes and began to breathe more deeply. When he spoke his voice was tranquil as if coming from a dream or a waking trance.
" Attack me boy. Kill me if you are able but whatever you do, do not hold back"
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
LORD ESCHIN: Part Five
You leave in twenty four hours. Talaan here will guide you through the outlying woodland and cover your insertion. After that you will be on your own. I suggest that both of you get some rest. Dismiss'.
Eschin and the Captain stood to their feet and saluted before turning stiffly around and leaving the office.
The captain hurredly parted company in search of a warm bath and strong drink. Eshcin was left to walk the mile back to his quarters in something of a daze.
It was time to put on the swords once more. Brushing aside enquiries from the family, he retired to his rooms and began his preparations for the field again.
Squatting by the bed, he reached into the darkness underneath untill his questing fingers met the fine wood of his weapons case.
Dragging the six foot box clear, he placed it atop the bed ,running a cloth over it's surface before carefully undoing the three brass catches. The well oiled hinges made no sound as he lifted the lid and the aromas of oiled steel and silk rose to greet him. Unwrapping the swords always stirred the old excitement in his blood. Ebony sheathes were eased out of another compartment of the case and the two and a half foot blades slid home with a dull click.
As always, his mind swam back to the early days of his training with Galaan all those many years ago.
"Galaan has said that you are to be trained at the sword", his mother had announced one morning. Eschin had been around ten years old and the comment had surprised him as he had been having lessons with his fathers friend for around two years already.
He stood whilst his mother fussed over him, brushing crumbs from his tunic. They tumbled to the ground, looking like fairy dust in the early morning sunlight which streamed through the balcony door.
His mother was elegant as ever in a long red velvet gown. Her perfect hair flowed past slim shoulders and was twined around with rare silks and wildflowers.
From the halls balcony, it was posable to survay almost all of the Eschin lands. The nearby towns and villages nestling between rolling green hills. The many people that looked to the family for support and protection.
Within this little world he had known his place in life. It was his home and he wanted no other.
" I already have training at arms with the captain of the guard", he reminded his mother. " Galaan teaches me dancing and heraldry and the lute".
Being a normal aristocratic child, Sozo had been expected to train in all aspects of a the noble life before following his father into the responsibilities encumbant upon landed gentry.
"Galaan feels that you may prove apt to be instructed in the blade" his mother continued, as if having not heard his previous comments. " He has trained no one for many years it is no light thing to be offered instruction by such a master"
Sozo frowned, "was father not trained then?".
" Your father did not prove apt, despite being of part elven blood. , nevertheless, Galaan has been studying your reactions and abilities during his other classes with you and says that you show promise".
"What of my other studies?", he had asked.
" You will cease to report to the master of arms for your training and will instead go to Galaan at his woodland lodge. You wil be required to train each morning from the hour of five until seven. This will leave enough time for you to compleate your other studies. There will likely need to be extra time put aside as your studies continue if you are to master the techniques that Galaan will show you".
The young Sozo's heart had sunk. He had been hoping to spend the summer hunting and fishing and running with the other children of his age but it seemed that this would be impossable.
The future stretched out ahead of him as an endless round of cold mornings and long evenings, having to practice who knew what excersises whilst his friends had all the fun.
" Must I attend the practice", he asked. His mother held his eye and spolke sharply for the first time that morning.
" You are the son of your noble father and you will obey the word of his mouth as must we all. Do not fail to attend Galaan or I will be sure to hear of it. Any excersices he gives you will seem to you a mercy compared with my displeasure".
The hall echoed with her voice but the moment passed and she sighed and gently stroked his unkempt hair.
" Oh small boy, how quickly you do grow up". He had smiled and kissed her forehead before making the most of his last day without extra tutoring.
Saturday, 25 June 2011
LORD ESCHIN: Part Four
‘There’s something rotten on the other side of the forest’.
Barely two weeks had passed and Eschin found himself once more seated across the table from Prince Tasaam.
In a constantly changing world, the Princes room seemed to be caught in a timeless unchanging moment. The same aides came in and out with a seemingly endless assortment of Ledgers and dockets which required the Princes attention. The Chrystal decanter on the mahogany desk was never empty, and new visitors were often disappointed to discover that the Prince drank only water, when offered a glass.
The long case clock still ticked above the desk in a sedate manner, giving those called to the room the sense that the prince had all the time in the world.
Eschin had been woken an hour earlier with the news that Prince Tasaam was awaiting his pleasure. He had hurriedly washed and shaved before accompanying the flustered messenger to the palace. Now he eyed the rooms other occupants.
The Prince, as always, appeared crisply dressed and calm. He seemed for all the world like a man who had slept extremely well and now had nothing more taxing to consider than which suit of clothing would best suit his mood.
Eschin privately wondered how he was managing. Rumour in the army was that the Prince had only two hours sleep a night and it was common knowledge that his spotless office was constantly peopled by Berkham’s civic leaders who appeared always to be a gnats wing away from breaking their support of the army.
The Prince had to be part politician, part accountant, part aristocrat and part warrior.
Tasked with keeping order between the myriad opposing factions that comprised the allied force in Berkham.
Despite this, the Prince appeared always as he was this morning. He rarely lost his temper and appeared possessed of a boundless energy.
He was currently concerned with the rooms other occupant. A man in his late forties, dressed in well weathered brown leathers which stank of wood smoke and blood. Like Eschin two weeks previously, he had clearly just arrived back from the field and had been introduced to the swordsman as ‘Captain Talaan; one of our more successful spies’.
The man had a beard which was obviously in need of trimming dark brown eyes that brooded beneath bushy black eyebrows. His hair was long to cover a widows peak but there were no signs of grey and he appeared fit and vital despite carrying more years than many of the captains in the allied force.
He sat easily before the great desk and his face reflected the dry humour that Eschin had come to recognise as the mark of many veteran soldiers.
‘There’s something rotten out there I’m sure of it’ he continued, glady accepting a glass from the decanter on the desk, only to pause in surprise as he realised the true nature of the contents.
‘Every damn troll the the patrols have lost, every enemy soldier, every damn chaotic wretch that crawls out from under a stone is heading through to the other side, but it’s far too well defended to risk us following. Those woods are an ambushers paradise’.
‘How many men have you lost’ enquired the Prince.
‘Tweny one’ replied the captain, ‘although three of them are wounded rather than outright dead’
The prince made and indecipherable mark on the ledger in front of him before closing the covers with a heavy snap and adding it to the growing pile on one side of the desk.
'So, it would appear that they are massing for the next assault'. He sighed and settled back into the leather comfort of his chair, closing his eyes and steepling elegant fingers as he continued to speak to the two officers.
' The next stage of the war is coming gentlemen. Everyone feels it. Whether this month or the next I do not have the power to say. But without a doubt, the enemy has found some new champion and all the dregs of the earth are flocking to his banner.
We may find the strenth to face him but we cannot afford the risk that this force may combine with what remains of the southern army that we routed last year'.
Talaan appeared to consider the princes comments before answering; 'But how are we to prevent them unifying when any force that is sent into the forest will quickly be cut to pieces by ambush. Our own scouting force is returning at less than half strength I am sorry to say'.
'There is no need for apology my dear captain. I am sure that the losses are not due to poor leadership on your part. Air cover from our friends at the magical colleges is a wonderful thing, but it's dammned difficult to see anything from above that canopy until it's already been shot at you. The mages have yet to discover an adequate defence against a five foot bolt with a spike at the end'.
Finally he turned to Eschin, as if only now becoming aware of his presence in the room.
'My Lord Eschin, what would be your council on this matter?'
Eschin looked briefly from one man to the other, clearing his throat as he considered the question.
'Clearly our forces cannot journey around the forest to attack, the terrain is against us all the way. Nevertheless, it would seem unwise to lay any plans without first seeking to learn more of this new champion and what strength they have. Whatever we do, it must be done quickly though for it would seem that our time runs short'.
'Indeed you are correct Eschin, and it is for that reason that I have requested your presence at this meeting. You are probably the only man in this army with speed and skill enough to gain such intelligence in time for it to be put to any use'.
The Prince slid open one of the many drawers in the desk and removed a sealed paper, handing it to the swordsman before continuing.
'Your orders are within, as well as the usual codes and and a warrant for another shadow wings capable steed. I need you to find out all you can of this new threat. There is no chance for subtlety or subterfuge or I would be sending Talaan back into the woods. I need you to do what you seem to do best. Kill your way in and out in one piece and bring me back somthing that I can use. If you have not reported back within fifteen days then I will assume you dead. I must say that I will be extreemely surprised if that turns out to be the case however' .
Thursday, 16 June 2011
Sanchez and Bob watchin the ladies!
I love these guys. I doodles them whilst waiting for a meeting to start a few weeks ago and they were sittin in my pad ever since. Then I coloured them up the other day and they look great. I imagine them chillin on a sunlit street in Brazil 'cheakkin out the Ladieez'!
Friday, 10 June 2011
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Lord Eschin: Part Three
The small farmstead was a welcome sight after the Spartan hardness of the past week. Smoke from the fire drifted from a rough stone chimney that rose from the heavy thatch roof. A stone wall marked the small holdings perimeter and enclosed the various yards and out houses.
The main yard in front of the house had the same chickens pecking around as had been there on Eschins last departure and, as always the air carried the rich aroma of cooking from the open kitchen door.
As a ranking officer; Eschin had been offered use of the family’s accommodations and it was not just the soft bed that he looked forward to on these breaks from action.
The family running the farm were gentle and strong people. The farmer and his wife appeared a quiet but loving couple and Eschin had found himself taking an instant liking to them.
Their oldest son Ket was nearing eleven years of age and had run away from Eschin the first time that he had stayed. Eschin had tried to be friendly but the boy clearly feared this silver and black clad warrior with his hard eyes and strange manner of speech.
Over time however, the boy had overcome his fear of their guest and warmed to his occasional company. Eschin had found himself an unwitting tutor in the boys own search for manhood and identity.
Even now he could hear the youth in the farms back yard, busy with his fathers axe as he tried to cut up log rounds for the fire.
Eschin moved silently to the back door, where he could observe the child without his presence being detected.
Ket was panting with exhertion but was having little success for his trouble. More rounds were flying from the block than being split by the axe. Occasionally the child would manage to cut a round in half when he struck it but more often he would miss and create nothing more than a sliver of kindling wood with the big axe.
At other times he would hit a hidden knot in the wood and the axe would bounce treacherously back at him causing him to loose his balance.
Finally Eschin walked out into the sunlight of the yard and smiled at his friend. “ Well met Ket, I can see that you and your father’s axe have been becoming better aquiained in my absence”.
The boy coloured but laughed out loud; “ yes my lord, but I fear that I will never master it at this rate. I spend three times as long cutting it as it takes to burn it!”.
Eschin smiled and held out his hand for the axe.
“ Nonsense my friend. All things appear impossibly difficult when we do not comprehend their nature. You have strength aplenty but your technique is lacking”.
He took the latest round that had fallen to the ground and re set it on the chopping log once again before motioning to Ket to examine it with him.
“The man who taought me how to use an axe when I was your age told me that the secret is to see how the wood itself had grown and developed. Then you will best understand how to cut it. Take this piece for example, see how it had thickened and pushed out branches during it’s life. Those branches have been cut away but the roots of them remain as a knot in the wood. Try to put your axe at the end with the knot and it will just bounce off and perhaps take a tooth or two with it if you’re not careful.”
He turned the round over on the chopping block so that the knot sat nearest the bottom.
“ it is best to always choose the path of least resistance when we cut,” he took up the axe as if to strike, “ But first you must see the cut in your mind. See it as one perfect fluid and balanced action and then move to create that action. Make sure that your stance is correct or you will miss your target and end up with more kindling”.
Eschin demonstrated for the boy; first slowly lowering the head of the axe so that it rested lightly on top to the round and then adjusting his stance slightly before taking his swing.
The round fell into two perfect halves on the log.
“Now you try”, he handed the axe back to Ket who had already taken up another round to chop and now set it carefully on the block, making sure that the knots were nearest the bottom. He shifted position several times before taking a practice swing and then, to his evident pleasure, he struck, and the round obediently split apart.
“ Thank you Sozo!” ‘ he cried, forgetting his manners in the excitement of the moment and looking fearfully back to Eschin as he realised, “ I am sorry… my lord”.
Eschin sat on the chopping log and held the boys gaze. “ We are friends Ket, and you may call me Sozo Eschin with no fear. I am happy to have been of service”.
Ket smiled in his relief and moved to set up the next round. “Who taught you about wood then, was it your father?”
Eschin closed his eyes and drew a long breath as he considered how to answer the youth’s question.
“ Not my father no, he was too often away tending to the affairs of our lands. As I myself am now more is the pity. No, it was my fathers closest friend, a man called Galaan who taught me. He taught me many things. How to dance and how to write, how to hunt. It was he who taught me the sword, but that came much later”
Ket smiled, “ he sounds like a strange fellow; to be dancing one day and fighting the next”.
“ Strange indeed, but at that time I hardly knew it. One does not question matters so much when one is young. Truly though he saw no difference between chopping wood or dancing or fighting. They were all one and the same to him, an opportunity to create beuty out of function”.
“And he taught you when you were young?”
“When I was young yes, and then later, when I was older”.
“ he must be an old man now then, his dancing days are over eh”
“ He was never old in all the years I knew him. He was of the elder race and appeared forever young. I knew that he and my father had been friends when my father was but a youth”.
Eschin looked to see how the boy had received this information, but he did not appear shocked or afraid.
He stood to his feet once again.
“ how old are you my lord?”
“ old enough to know that your supper is nearly ready. Now try to finish the rest of this wood by then eh”.
And with that he left the boy to seek his quarters and a hot bath.
Elephant beast
Woo woo, treated myself to some decent new colouring pencils. This elephant beast is one of my first experiments with them. "Let the new era of vibrant colour commence"!
Friday, 27 May 2011
Alex the Essex figure skater
Alex lives an amazing double life. By day he is a lairy hairy essex bloke who works in a discount carpet warehouse and farts in public.
But by night he is 'Alexia' an amateur figure skater working his way up the leader board of the local championships.
His favorite food is pot noodle and he uses magic tree 'Black Ice' to de odorise his ford escort LX
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
The Emporers New Clothes
Have been in so many meetings today. We were discussing changes in mental health service delivery and this little chap turned up on the pad in front of me! An expression of my subconcious thoughts on health care reform...who knows.
I coloured him up later and took the picture with the fading light coming through the window. I really like the accidental shadow effect...and he looks a happy little chap doesn't he!
meeting doodles
A few random doodles that I did during a meeting. I really like how the blue space marine turned out, he looks cool.
Monday, 28 March 2011
Manna
I wander in the desert Between captivity and the Promised Land And there is manna for me Bread that comes each day from heaven I go each morning to collect it And although sometimes I can only carry a very little, I find upon my return that It has been enough to get me through the day.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
vine song
I hope that maybe Leo,matt and people can build on this a bit Chords available on request, feel free to add comments Words are Lying here on the ground covered in dust and earth the most delicious part of me that you have brought to birth Growing here on the floor covered in cobwebs and muck But you have come to wash me, come to lift me up For you have come to cut me to cut me close to you For all your ways are perfect and all your words are true
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