Panther Sneeze from Shallon by jaspergaul

I can’t tell the half of it
Nothing left to be

Drawing from a half-gone wit
Tell you something I can see

Panther, tell me something, was there something in the dream? Something left unseen?

Used to have a box of ‘em
Kept it right here at the seam

In a weak moment I’d lock something
Somewhere I’d need to be

Ooh, panther, I’m afraid you’ll have to write something in the steam
You’ll have to write your own mystique
Mistakes, they only set the scene

You’ll have to tell me where I left the team

When it’s done they give you drops of ‘em
All the trophies, not the gleam

If you ever have to stop something
Never let it make you freeze

I can’t tell you how to rock
But I can tell you not to sneeze

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• folk
• guitar
• philly
• singer-songwriter
• Philadelphia