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That cider mill takes me back to
Before there was right or wrong
Good or evil didn't matter
Before I could write these songs
I was too busy
Gettin'

That I knew better
Couldn't help but remember
The smell of the pine
Milky Way at night
Fields of hay makin' them cider mill hay rides
Lucky to grow up

Cas'nt Kill Cooch

Tommy Makem

Evening with Tommy Makem

1991

Well once I were courtin' a pretty little girl up on Ark Tree Hill
Not just because her father had a farm and a cider mill
But one day he says "John,

the styrofoam
Swollen home

Birthdays next week will
Make it all fast-forward
So I press on your hot cheek till
I'm in the apple orchard

The cider mills

that I'd seen you
Was at the Franklin Cider Mill when
You looked up at the sky
And said it was similarly hued
As the night that your grandma died
And you

after Big T, rekindle that flame
You really had to take her out, to the cider mill
Now with this song, I'ma go in for the kill

Five dollars bitch gimme

There's a lady from the Dale
She lives by the stream
Near the old cider mill
Her hair is dark
Her eyes are pale
I can hear her singing softly still

My girl
Sweet like cider
I think I like her
My girl
I excite her
When I'm inside her
My girl
Put her in designer she gon take it off
Pop them pills

I'm titan
Got the juice like cider
Like the Who, I'm eternal
Feel like Uzi with Atake
Like Bruce, I'm assertive
Watch me move and get Miyagi'd
I got all

Transmetropolitan

The Pogues

Red Roses for Me

1984

In the rosy parks of England
We'll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think
And we'll go where the spirits take us

In the rosy parks of England
We'll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think
And we'll go where the spirits take us

cider
This industry trash
Here is the music of a platinum writer
Cause i'm a raper biter
Most of y'all my appetizer 
You see my tour bus
Is titties

been round without you 
But now the birds are singing and I'm right back where I belong

Right back where I belong memories of football and cider 
So

a semi to travel
From the streets they compare me to gravel
Need a mill like I'm cider-ing apples
Said fuck it ain't needin no job and I dropped outta

cider
Solbriller på ser ut som en mill

A ye ye ye

Hva er det nå
Sommer fri
Hva sier vi
Herremin
Tæne fem tæne seks tæne sju åtte og ni

Det er tænetid

Rip mamba but I'm like a viper
No I'm not slime but my chest it say spider
Chasing these mills I got juice like a cider yea
Surrounded by mikes no

She's a willow-wand with sunshine hair,
Cider-sweet like sweet-pine air
Little roses sitting on her blush-wine cheeks
She's laughter ringing in

cider
Before it was even
Considered to take a bite of
Suffering Is why that statement
Isn't puzzling
It's run of the mill
That just to live is

The Polish beer, the Turkish kebabs
English cider, the wickets, the pads
The Bay City Rollers, the movements, the fads
The local crew, the posse,