Month Of Trickery Video (MV)

Now august that year'd been the month of trickery|With long and sour spaces bewitching me|And leaving me up in the air with no space for my wings|But then again down in the rock trying to make sense of things|And i had driven the lines|Watched the roads turn pink|Spent days in a haze with too much time to think|And I dropped blotter and swam in the water by myself|Or with my brother in my arms we spoke open for the health|Of friendship, unity of our blood and kin|And we are both strong drummers cause rhythm lies within|Friendship, unity of our blood and kin|And we are both strong drummers cause rhythm lies within|Friendship, unity of our blood and kin|And we are both strong drummers cause rhythm lies within|Friendship, unity of our blood and kin|And we are both strong drummers cause rhythm lies within|His hands, my hands, and his heart and my heart|And by the moonlight I cut off his dreads|To make a start, a brand new beginning|I know this and am willing to compromise settle down|And maybe just realize those who mean most|And those who are the closest|Those who will continue to twist my spirit into|A ghostlike resemblance of strength and of soul|Can take their ego-tripping lies unto themselves and their own goals|Ghostlike resemblance of strength and of soul|Can take their ego-tripping lies unto themselves and their own goals|Ghostlike resemblance of strength and of soul|Can take their ego-tripping lies unto themselves and their own goals|Ghostlike resemblance of strength and of soul|Can take their ego-tripping lies unto themselves and their own goals|Of misusing and abusing the love which had been given|To them with stupid trust, OK, I guess I'm just a beginner|A beginner, a beginner, a beginner in the game called love|A beginner in the game called love|A beginner in the game called love|A beginner in the game called love|But I have given myself a new chance|To stand tall, protect those around me|Like my brother, he won't fall|Cause he is too strong and he is too fine to let the wine drown him|Too strong and too fine for vacant friends to frown upon him|Cause he is too strong and he is too fine to let the wine drown him|Too strong and too fine for vacant friends to frown upon him|As he rises to the top, to the tippy top|Now he is like gold and his lustre will never stop|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|Spinning and shining and growing and climbing|And I will rehearse this verse to make sure|That my timing is perfect like his smile|No it never lies and perfect like his eyes|That are his never failing alibi|And so I guess yes, that had been a good month|And now I watch the clouds shadow land below that looks|Proud to be green it looks proud to be seen and|From that brand new beginning i have made sense of things|Proud to be green it looks proud to be seen and|From that brand new beginning i have made sense of things||But then the clouds rush out to foggify my clear mind|And stuff that spelled itself out has gotten caught in the spellbinding spins|That get my heartstrings wrapped around eachother in a blunder|And they are ready to be snapped as soon as one pulls another|Or I shift my weight of mind decide to love another|Leave an old love behind it's not easy, believe me|Love and sex intertwine to make things sharp|Bright as one kind of shifting twisting vision|Arms and legs holding precision torsos melting into la-la land|But the mind's more important and the loving follows after|With hands and lips on skin and that starts a whole new chapter|Oh, my god, I must have dreampt that|My chapter was complete, had me a boy/man with a keen mind|And he spun me like a sweet chocolate treat|And i was wrapped around his candystick|