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I was walking down by Hobson's Creek, in the morning just before it rained
I was walking down by Hobson's Creek, in the morning just before it rained

Pretty Words

Elvis Costello & the Attractions

Trust

1981

Curious women running after curious men
Curiosity didn't kill the cat
It was a poisoned pen
But there's not much choice (it's Hobson's choice)
Between

For all the worst ones
I
Scream out my purpose
Shirtless
Smoking on purple ever since Hobson
Hobson
Hobson
Member Bout the party where they had to bring

Hey, show me  shortest ways  to paradise
Step one, step three and  step six hundred sixty six
Gas has gone!

 It's Hobson’s choice
Te Deum noise
Mold

Stick to thinking that reality's a hobson's choice

Read between the lines that you draw yourself
Keeping faith at the altar of the commonwealth
Tie your

change a thing about you
I wouldn't change a thing about you

The piercing cry of siren voices
From ne'er do wells and their Hobson's Choices
The die is

The media controlling the
Worlds perception
The virus is their invention
Progression
Eradicate by infection
The essence to gain Accession
Hobson's

stops, my brain's a DMV

And I'm always behind some guy with a grating voice
Same line every time, it's Hobson's choice

Running from the cold, stuck here

you're extra special, a cut about the rest
Eyes and wallet open wide as you survey the shelves
Blindly we make Hobson's choice and then we stuff ourselves

behind you
So you go all out, yeah!
And make shit work cuz it simply has to
You gotta go hard, huh
Hobson’s choice, there’s no home to go to
Nose

We got a big choice, I beg for your voice
We're stuck in some hole with Hobson's Choice
So convinced there's no chance more
One road left to take

Light Pollution

Bright Eyes

Digital Ash In A Digital Urn

2005

John A. Hobson was a good man
He used to loan me books and mic stands
He even got me a subscription
To the Socialist Review
Listening to records

How's it so, you describe,
All the things that we might do someday?
And who's to know the truth
That what you do is never what you say
Hobsons

and skelter
From alice to the port at hobsons bay
I pick it up and take it around 
And put it down in some other town 
From the wild west all the way to new

and your traits from your strengths
And your gains from yah joy and your pain
That Hobson blood is in our veins
When all said and done you could depend

you know that I'm boxed in
Your problems look like pebbles so you know that my rocks big
Wanna talk about my drinking problem blame it on Hobson
This

only 9 
But there was no was gone leave my Brother behind 
Went to court that day I knew was my time 
So thankful that I met Mrs. Hobson 
First foster

have located an ideal place
With 100 maidens attending to your needs
A butler Hobson to supplement your greed.

Song: You were gone © by Craig Hobson

Hear these words ring loud and clear
Don't you know
Questions haunt me for many years
The unknown

I heard you

And rest in Peace to Aaron Hobson
And the n-gga aint violent, but I carry options
These n-gga be wylin'
Believe me bro, cold-ass flow is 3 below
And I got it

The Streetcleaner

Whitehouse

Another Crack of the White Whip

Poor old Oldfield
Worked in a cold field
Hobson has no choice
Misled by a voice
Release of drury
Arouses fury
Bradford was not me
But just

Harbat salek, j'fais comme Gareth
J'ai l'flow cain-'ri, tout est carré
J'suis dans l'futur, Hobson Gary
J'suis dans l'full option comme Manny
J'suis

How's it so, you describe,
All the things that we might do someday?
And who's to know the truth
That what you do is never what you say
Hobsons