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Counting Sheep (prod. by PCP)

from The Chris Tape, Volume Two by Christopher Michael Jensen

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Track 12

lyrics

(Verse 1)
There's a thin veil that separates these retinas from a world that elevates the regular, I'm taken there on a nightly basis where I live out fantasies in unlikely places, I can replay past days any way that I choose and don't have to embrace what is true, in one fell swoop every hunger pang is satiated and I become numb to pain, in this land I can live out suppressed emotions, supplin' on a teet that leaks seratonin, oceans of brainwaves wash ashore, and I'm taken away, I unlock the door, that leads me down a deceptive road, but the lies are much nicer than what I get from home, I can create the space that I rest my soul, and nothing ever gets to be set in stone

(Chorus)
The sheepherders resurface and march their flocks around me, I'm counting as they dart across, and the moments that follow are not quite real, the sheepherders resurface and march their flocks around me, I'm counting as they dart across, and the moments that follow are not quite real

(Verse 2)
As I sleep, I ride on the backs of the sheep to the Sandman's beach, where I can reach and grab anything I desire, and it's taking me higher, higher, closing my eyes to the world that's behind us, trying to find what is hiding inside us, that subconscious yearning, burning like a fire, inspiring me to continue the climb up, but as my chest heaves and my heart keeps pounding, I grow weary of what is around me, always the dream and never the reality, always the seed, but it's never the flowering, escape doesn't always lead to freedom, you can look to the angels but keep your demons, dreamin' is the closest thing to an afterlife, and for some, the only thing that we have at night

(Chorus)
The sheepherders resurface and march their flocks around me, I'm counting as they dart across, and the moments that follow are not quite real, the sheepherders resurface and march their flocks around me, I'm counting as they dart across, and the moments that follow are not quite real

(Interlude)
So come away, come away, because I don't wanna stay, some how, some way, someday, so come away, come away, because I don't wanna stay, some how, some way, someday

(Chorus)
The sheepherders resurface and march their flocks around me, I'm counting as they dart across, and the moments that follow are not quite real, the sheepherders resurface and march their flocks around me, I'm counting as they dart across, and the moments that follow are not quite real

credits

from The Chris Tape, Volume Two, released August 15, 2012
Vocals written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen.

Original production by PCP.

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