Anna-Marie Smith, Author at Hookist
Anna-Marie Smith

Anna-Marie Smith

Username: AnnaMarieSmith

Anna-Marie Smith

Username: AnnaMarieSmith
New York
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  • Brad Roberts

Brad Roberts commented on AnnaMarieSmith's lyric:

"anna-marie i'm so glad you're back! too many dudes writing this song!"

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Lyric by AnnaMarieSmith:

"The hoot of an owl, creeping of feet / Unsettles my heart. I run to its beat."

Brad Roberts commented on AnnaMarieSmith's lyric:

"anna-marie i'm so glad you're back! too many dudes writing this song!"

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Lyric by AnnaMarieSmith:

"The hoot of an owl, creeping of feet / Unsettles my heart. I run to its beat."

Brad Roberts commented on AnnaMarieSmith's lyric:

"this would tie up the song well, but we have more to go firt. nice one!"

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Lyric by AnnaMarieSmith:

"We came from gas clumps and to gas clumps we'll revert , becoming mere blinks in the galactic outskirts."

Brad Roberts commented on AnnaMarieSmith's lyric:

"anna - i'm sorry i didn't give you a shout out on this. i forgot, and now i can't redo it. but i want you to know that i like it a great deal. it plays nicely off of t. s. eliot (whom i quote in "coffeespoons "

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Lyric by AnnaMarieSmith:

"Not with a big bang, but a crawling descent, which gives us enough time for mutation to foment."

Song Stats

My Lyrics

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  • Brad Roberts
  • Brad Roberts
New stories are faint memories/ Perceptions, extrasensory.
Eerie reminders of somewhere unknown/ Retracing the way to the twilight zone.
The hoot of an owl, creeping of feet / Unsettles my heart. I run to its beat.
Gas Clumps [Darwin Unravels the Rest or Dust Among the Clouds for the album]
Gas Glu
We came from gas clumps and to gas clumps we'll revert , becoming mere blinks in the galactic outskirts.
Buildings and temples ruined, hopes are diminished. Don't want to accept our time here's almost finished.
Not with a big bang, but a crawling descent, which gives us enough time for mutation to foment.
Aiding our exit, stars will be our GPS, hopefully guiding us to a new unknown address.
Like how to live life in the sky, and tell this dying earth good-bye.
Board a spaceship for destination Mars. Only sights to see satellites and falling stars.
We've lost our outlook here, alarmed on the earth. The ethereal realm's where we'll find our rebirth.
We've lost our outlook here, alarmed on the earth.

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