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Artists:
3 Canal · Canal Magdalena · Third Ear Band · Private Ear · Ear Theatre · Inner Ear Brigade · Ear Soul Hand · Geeman "The Grand Ear" · Ear Kandy Music
Albums:
At the Foot of Canal Street · Canal Street Blues · Songs from Canal Days · Birth Canal Blues · Canal Street Blues · Two Brothers: Live at Canal 52 · Muévete al Canal 25 · Birth Canal Blues Live · Ear This · Mose in Your Ear – and 82 other albums »
wasteland) in your ear canal (in your ear canal!) Overloaded (I'm overloaded), suffering (yeah!) Overloaded (overloaded) on sex and drugs Everything is
we come, rushing through your stereo system, into your ear canal, like the alignments of the solar system, have you forgotten about the days,
comin through ya ear canal I smile politely, so as not to blow my cover Carryin on conversation, knowin that I'm on some other shit Should have stopped
managers, walkin' through your ear canal When Dev plays your drum, yo, I chill a while Back on a mission, you seem to be all reconditioned But as I climb your
entertainments to detergent [Chorus] If my thought patterns Brought palans to Walt Adams And spit violence and death, then kids start gaddin' Bloody ear canal
Bet I'm missing several but I had to bring that pattern back We live inside a house that says fuck 'em on the welcome mat Deep inside the ear canals
The one thing I will always hear, Is the constant ringing that's in my ears, It reminds me of the stars in your eyes For a man, a plan, a canal
for work. I noticed the smell when I got off the bus, And traced it down to a canal that ran Right through the heart of the city, Like an open vein
were rotted In the canals of my teeth Amnesia proletariat Amnesia proletariat Sharpened on the fucking hides of men In the full of this moon we will
followed him Just a silhouette figure up market pass Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal
Of some obscure Scottish poet The mist crawls from the canal Like some primordial phantom of romance To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen While I
minimum We makin maximum wages Let me tell you about bayou classic how we played it We hit Canal (Canal Street) so deep click so strong Every vehicle we
extinguish each of the burning thread veins, flow down to my ears Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs that overfed the wedded canals You know it starts
the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway No Police, no summous, no
tha atmosphere in my teflon gear Don't drink coffee but I love pam grier Let me give it to your ear drumin You hear somthin' Try to stop it but it just
hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans Come through the block trying to screw up
Feat and we can fuck with these hoes They take dick in they ass, they take dick in the throat They take dick in they ear, they take dick in they nose
child killings Excruciating pain like a root canal without a filling Forever we, pillars in this stature in this Ascap rapture Wordplay that will snatch
call SWAT Bite off your ear for a souveneir Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet