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The Flying Ship
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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- Yeah. That One Was Pretty Good.
- Marietta
- Death, The Ultimate Democracy.
- Spider's Life.
- Foolishly Good.
- Terrible Claws.
- Why Can't I Just Have A Nice Normal Day?
- Underneath.
- Parrot.
- The Longest Night.
- Eating All The Egg But The Shell
- Would You Mind At All?
- Trilemma.
- Batman
- Chill Out.
- Let Us Slowly Tumble.
- Kissing.
- The Bloodless Revolution Of Joel
- Sometimes We Are All...
- Non-Conformity.
- Its Odd.
- Perchance A Noble Battle of Fisticuffs Sir?
- Juggernaut.
- A Brief History Of Joel
- The Hammer Of Thor.
- If I Were Aways As I Am Now.
- Cunning Folk
- Happy Rant.
- The Dog.
- This Is Why I Love Toria.
- So Much Awesome
- Damn You.
- I Can't Do Everything
- Different Shades of Vermin
- I Guess He's An Xbox, And I'm More An Atari
- You People.
- I Want You So Baaaaaaaaad.
- The Human Condition Contradiction.
- Thieves Make Poor Friends.
- Read This If You Like.
- Plant Metaphore
- What Do You Even Call That?
- Epiphany Time!
- Christmas.
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