I'm not forsaken
From the hellish depths of sleep
At last I am awakened
Tosspint flushed his kidneys
Rained a golden shower
Pleased to piss a good pot »
Tosspint
Pogue Mahone
by The Pogues
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Natal plum
Black magic ti
Mexican bush sage
Gumbo limbo
golden shrimp
Belize shrimp
Senna
Weeping sabicu
golden shower tree
golden trumpet tree »
Datura
A Piano: The Collection [Barnes & Noble Exclusive]
by Tori Amos
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in with the golden light
In the morning.
Coming in with the golden light
Is the New Man.
Coming in with the golden light
Is my dented van. »
The Dreaming
The Dreaming
by Kate Bush
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Point to the bush where the berry grow
Rub your belly and touch your toes
We are strong
We're invincible
We are driven snow in the face of all
We »
Rubber Ball (Space Kitchen)
Underneath the Radar
by Underworld
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Ela e minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela e o meu amour
E eu sou o amour tooinho dela
The silver moon is out of sight
And the golden sun has »
A Minha Menina
Punchbag
by The Bees
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So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at
Where the weed grows green and fine
And wrap myself around a bush of that bright
Whoa, on Oaxaca vine
Yes, »
Pride of Cucamonga
From the Mars Hotel [Bonus Tracks]
by Grateful Dead
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your rose bushes, Glenn
Or you'll never see your home again.
Country and city, kingdom of the well, of the unwell,
You dwell in them both like »
The Offer
Sunset Studies
by Augie March
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I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the golden Grain
I feel like slappin' a nigga »
Slap
Release Therapy [Clean]
by Ludacris
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Well I spied a berry bush as I was strolling home one day
And somehow it brought back the bygone days
Of when you and I were berry picking many »
Berry Picking Time
Great Big Sea
by Great Big Sea
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Play big
I heard bush was a drug dealer movin' them ki's to the platforms of offshore oil, black op's to pay off programs of manipulation »
Play Big
Check Your People
by Downset
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Oh, shattered sky, you're my life
The sea of faces just keeps marching on, oh, never die
I feed from marshes, bushes, hard concrete marsh
Oh, come »
Cargos of Doom
Chill Pill [Bonus Tracks]
by Warrior Soul
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through the bush
'Cause that's where I get my music
And that's where I live my life
You can call me a jolly swagman if you like
Call it humpin' my »
Humpin' My Bluey
Wildlife Warriors: It's Time (A Tribute To Steve Irwin)
by John Williamson
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travels
Across the golden east
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be »
Squabs on Forty Fab
Big Squeeze: The Very Best of Squeeze [Sound & Vision]
by Squeeze
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the grass is green,
The bush is growing through the rails,
The spike is rusted in;
And 'twas from there his freckled face
Would turn and smile at me »
The Drover's Sweetheart
The Priscilla
by Priscilla Herdman
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though, I won by a wooden head
And then one day we entered a pirate's cove
Beneath a bush on the alley side
Old Biff had a sword and a paper hat »
Biff the Friendly Purple Bear
All the Love in The World
by Mac Davis
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Under the darkened, Ancient oak
Gentle in the nights breeze
I stop and stare, rest a while
With hands upon my knees
Through jaded leaves, bush »
The Blue Lotus [Music Video]
Sinamorata
by My Dying Bride
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sell my soul
For your golden cage, of rape
Yeah, you call free.
What do you got
What do you need
What's for sale
We'll have the whole »
4 Sale
LVL IV
by Future Leaders of the World
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the golden guns, get you none
when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin »
Hellz Wind Staff
Wu-Tang Forever
by Street Life
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fuckin' wit us, yo, yo
[Hell Razah]
Welfare, got a respect for my moms
I found out, George bush was the same as Saddam
I'm a digital bomb, downloaded »
Mayday!
The Black Market Militia
by Black Market Militia
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reminded me of the home I had lost). How easy it would be to wade among the bushes and lie face down in the warm water till oblivion came. There would be »
Better Not Born
Cacophony
by Rudimentary Peni
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hung like a shroud in the still of the morn
The silver cobwebs spun with the dew
Hung from the bushes in filigree splendor
And water lilies asleep »
The Vision of the Lady of the Lake
Just a Collection of Antiques and Curios
by The Strawbs
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pitter-patter of my feet
As I howl like a dog and I'm running down the street
Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes
You're sitting on your couch and I'm »
The Loons
The Ringmaster
by Insane Clown Posse
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into a mare
As dark as the night was black
Ah, but he became a golden saddle
And he clumb upon to her back
Itching . . .
So the lady she turned into »
The Two Magicians
Troubadours of British Folk, Vol. 1: Unearthing the Tradition
by A.L. Lloyd
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and insight into the bars that I script
Imagination is vital like timing, or the breaks in the car that you sit
I got a golden ticket like Charlie, to advance »
Dreamer
Bud, Sweat & Beers
by Devlin
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provided by your local TV station
Patience is not a virtue (I ain't waitin)
Turn this shit over like bush did a boatload of Haitians
*DJ Pam cuts »
Dig It!
Kill My Landlord
by The Coup
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