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Turning into Randolph Scott
Some things never change
Dried up and solitary
Alkali on the range

Once she was a humid child
Nodding toward her
The appeal of a consequence
Perfect as it couldn't say no
Met by a cold body of air
A presence under humid air 
He will take it to the water
He will
We're all very lucky, I think. 
The night is lovely. 
'Cause last night it was so humid. 
But tonight it's very sort of, in a strange way,
ghetto on a humid summer day
And then he stopped to pay and he dealed in a field of poppies.

Oh, flower of forgetfulness, just an hour away to the moon
recall a single care
Just greenery and humid air
Then Labor Day came and went
And we shed what was left of our summer skin

On the night you left I
don't recall a single care
Just greenery and humid air
Then Labor Day came and went 
And we shed what was left of our summer skin

On the night you
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount 

The air is charged, a humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
See it on television every day
Hear it on the radio
It ain't humid but it sure is hot
Down in Mexico
Boss man tryin' to tell me
Beginnin'
were bound to the Earth
A  release from the humid press of days
Now afternoons it hardly moves
I wonder how you make it through each day
And, after
Something's brewing in this gloomy sky
And I could use a lift
What with all this humid weather 
Something's got to give
Then the thunder breaks
forget our couriers.

[Chorus]
But all the Luke warm weeks,
At 60 degrees.
Now we're hoping it's humid,
Show our sunburned knees.
Cause' once in
the original tree
She's got a mango in the garden - shares it with me

Humid gleaming precious well
Love to drink that water
Parallel worlds when the sun
Swarming, swarming swarming with flys.
Swarming, swarming swarming with flys.
Swarming, swarming swarming with flys. 

Humid air hanging over. 
Stink
When I'm in the crowd, I don't see anything
My mind goes a blank, in the humid sunshine
When I'm in the crowd I don't see anything
I fall into
You say you want to take me down to Puerto Rico.
Crowded Puerto Rico.
Humid Puerto Rico.
You say you want to take me up to the mountains.
Your phone call took me by surprise
Gee its been a long, long time
Since those hot and humid Texas nights
We went swimmin' in the tide
Corpus
Blues-based tune a la John Lee Hooker

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
The shape my hair is in
It's way too humid, today, my head, it
mother
Once a month he visits
At her trailer near the lake

Sometimes when it's not too humid
Chances are you'll catch him spearing
Shiners in
to ravage the earth
Oh

Last night when you left me
I took a walk through the fog
And the gossamer ride of the stong womb
The haunting strangely humid
congregate on the outer canvas
The motive of worship is your humid ass
Mademoiselle, this night is all yours
Choose from three thousand possible doors
of me.
The humid night just sticks to my skin.
Isn't that so generous. It follows me to sleep.
Now I toss and turn in. I hit the lights and sit at the edge
See it on the television every day
Hear it on the radio
It ain't humid but it sure is hot
Down in Mexico

The boy is trying to tell me
Near enough
Ohne furcht in das nichts hinein

I open my eyes, feeling the cold
I hear the cries, smelling humid soil
My bones are broken, yet I'm running
a tree trunk
You may have been one
Sexless and comfort in your mind
Even barer than a child's
I'm riding recklessly through a thick and humid
Jungle
warm and humid on Swanson Street
And the air is filled with electricity
And the sky is deeper than a dream
And the sky is deeper than a dream

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