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By those thighs
You rather have me
In cowboy boots
Saying my name is Clyde
But I don't say sweet nothings
So Sly and devil gleam
Sip your Jim beam babe

baby

I am a VCR funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it in my face
As drink crawls down the esophagus staircase
Into my bowels of Hell
Naked like

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.

*
If

she got 500 artists on her phone, aye
My whole world, one girl
Too good, three words
You & me like yin & yang
Made for each other, Barbie & Ken
Red sun,

Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,

Yeah
This is the acoustic version
MD Squad
MD in your area
I wanna tell you something that God told me

So today is the day when things fall into

nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so

I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting

Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down

of course
I'm open the doors, cause you pushed me to force

Love is a sport, the ball's in my court
I won't let you down anymore

raise your voice at me, boy!
	I said “Let me in NOW!”
	Let me in! Let me in NOW!
	I'll take this door off its hinges!
	Just wait 'til I get my hands

from my anatomical

It gets darker

A sense of urgency

Enters the atmosphere with my excursion

In this Microcosm, a third version!

Specifically

right?!

(Beat Change) V21 Woman 3
Same here!

V22 Woman 4
Me too!

V23 Woman 1
My husband said,
Dear woman, “you’re out of your head!”

(Beat Change) V24

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Yes

Yesstory

1992

the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe

In her white lace
You

industry, like collections of 3,000

Doors closing, antique typewriters, underwater recordings using exotic microphones, ambiances
Of binaural audio snapshots

on lessons experience, once taught
Continuly proceed by any means see fit
This has been a brief reflection of how I lived

*Chorus*

*Verse 3*
(Feleti)
Allow

The first time I was invited into the house next door as an adult, I noticed the distinctive
Shape of a guitar case resting in the corner
My host,

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe

An Evening of Yes Music Plus

1993

the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe

In her white lace
You

on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

A phone in my left pocket


World of neon


I’m walking down the neon-lit street
A cityscape of dreams and mystery

forget.

(acoustic version only)
*They say that time it heals all pain.
Then pour a little in my wounds to take this ache away.
I know we all are lost,

friendships are
A Broken ships
In the sea
Crucifying myself
For two three strings
In my acoustic

I was there
When you
Would
Rant bout your toxic
Family
man I'm

hands on my hips and I was sucked into the woven threads

I found myself walking slowly down a back street
In the French Quarter on a hot August night
I

Gadsden, Alabama

My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids

let's have the power,
stand in , you'll hit the door
bringin all down on us
would you dance some more
stays like all world
let's flow onto our shore

Lintballz

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

be call out, and rob your son and daughter
Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumby
Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G
Split the pie three ways,