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The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't

the wind

So fly with me and spread your wings  
A radiant haven, horizon's crest
For we will guard its splendor, a secret we'll keep
Fly with me and spread

Wings

The Fall

The Other Side of the Fall

1996

Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.

Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is

In the hour glass sands I wrote my name to see it vanish over time
Left the grind when it felt like an assembly line
Despised the notion of just

The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank Zappa

Studio Tan

the chinese police
Here the dogs roll by?

Is this here they keep
The philostophers now,
With the rugs & the dust,
Where the books go to die?

How many yez got?

Interminable, gaps and columns,
scriptures and writings, unfathomable
air, hexagonals libraries.

We signify
By our assembly, we have the
absolute Truth,

standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating to the sound of the beat
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust

Trailways Bus

Paul Simon

Songs from The Capeman

1997

are carried by the wind
Phantom figures in the dust
Phantom figures in the dust
Phantom figures in the dust

Our Wings Are Burning

Virgin Black

Elegant and Dying

2003

Bless the dust that hides
This unlamented head
On the crest of fire, 

Our wings are burning
How glorious the pain
And the ways of God, 
Shriek out

a cage and I called it mine
Wrapped it round my head

But when the bars did break
I fell out like a circus act
Danced down by the railroad tracks
I fell

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

Just Another Band from L.A.

1972

some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(hack!)
Hack up a boulder
(hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder
(hack! hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder 

Now, one day,

Risen
From the broke state of this prison
He arose a Phoenix
I am dust, but life God's given
I don't need a second wind
The air in my lungs is best summed

Our crest

Maybe you don't realize
We do all the same, what prize

Rewind and save
Presents don't stay
Won't know my name
My whole full real name

Here

falling ever downwards through the

Fires of pandemonium to the dark deserted depths of Hell
Their broken bloodstained wings scorched the by raging

(No more)
Yeah, I might hit you with a test (Yeah, yeah)
To see if you was worth it, can't have demons in my crest (No, no)
I'll never have to run away

by self control 
It’s pain that keeps us all alive 
No longer just the toll 
Aware of my environment 
Aware of what’s within 
Amusing lack

Never fall on me
Deceit, deceit, deceit
*Record Scratch out*

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

[Verse 1 - Aesop Rock]

Yo
I was thinking about my sick

We Are Winning

Flobots

Fight with Tools

2008

Consider this a distant early warning
The fires imminent
Pollution gathering dust particles
Funneling through smokestacks, airways, bandwidth
This

of endless longing
Clouding your soul?
Alone in this endless dream
My wings seek the break of dawn
Denying the grasp of the night
The stars fade away when dusk

Dust of white dragon  race begins.
i don't care, nobody cares.

I'm touched by bullet,
But somethings wrong-
Away with pain.
I can go on.

I measure my

turns to dust

I once had a suit of armour
That I'd long ago outgrown
I had it melted down
To forge two rings
And now that ring upon my finger
Is

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

this bar!

By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,

pray mistakes won't be repeated

Skip the awards
Skip the accolades
Skip the fame
Skip the parties
Skip the masquerades
All my trophies collect dust
Suit

then killed by the baby, at least he was operant
I once found a slug and choked him to death
Since I keep seeing my hands around his neck
I drink