Sponges are animals of the phylum Porifera (/pɒˈrɪfərə/; meaning "pore bearer"). They are multicellular organisms that have bodies full of pores and channels allowing water to circulate through them, consisting of jelly-like mesohyl sandwiched between two thin layers of cells. Sponges have unspecialized cells that can transform into other types and that often migrate between the main cell layers and the mesohyl in the process. Sponges do not have nervous, digestive or circulatory systems. Instead, most rely on maintaining a constant water flow through their bodies to obtain food and oxygen and to remove wastes.
Sponges are similar to other animals in that they are multicellular, heterotrophic, lack cell walls and produce sperm cells. Unlike other animals, they lack true tissues and organs, and have no body symmetry. The shapes of their bodies are adapted for maximal efficiency of water flow through the central cavity, where it deposits nutrients, and leaves through a hole called the osculum. Many sponges have internal skeletons of spongin and/or spicules of calcium carbonate or silicon dioxide. All sponges are sessile aquatic animals. Although there are freshwater species, the great majority are marine (salt water) species, ranging from tidal zones to depths exceeding 8,800 m (5.5 mi).
My eyes are aching from the weight on them
The pain of living is such a bore
To make you happy I must bend for you
But I can't take it anymore.
And all the morning birds may laugh at me
But they've got the same straight jobs to do
And I can't see who is the biggest fool of all
With my eyes all scarred from a whiskey night.
I stumbled around with my eyes half closed
And curse the sun for being so bright
I hold you close, feel your warmth and wonder why
The river of life for you runs right.And all the morning birds may laugh at me
But they've got the same straight jobs to do
And I can't see who is the biggest fool of all
With my eyes all scarred from a whiskey night.
My head is poundin' as I'm sittin' here
And my mind's not workin' like it should
Come on, guitar, you've got to save me
And get me back feelin' like I should.