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the hoodie
(Bah)
I don’t trust nobody no jury
(Naw)
Can’t be in Oak Lawn gotta boogie
(Skrt)
Studio first I was playing hooky
(Hooky)
First day we met, yea he

Coffee
Uptown's where it's at when I need Crooked Tree
Toasted or Mudsmith is where I need to be
You never know, could be Oak Lawn Coffee
Non-fictions

Lovers coming 'round the bend and down the hill
Smoking by the windowsill

A brutal fantasy of Oak Lawn, A.D. 1990
Two lovers in each other's arms
Swore

know I can't be free
 My heart will yearn till I return
 Missouri's callin' me
 
In memory I still can see that oak tree on the lawn
 And hear again

Missouri

Eddy Arnold

Have Guitar, Will Travel

1959

know I can't be free
My heart will yearn till I return
Missouri's callin' me

In memory I still can see that oak tree on the lawn
And hear again

yard 
With a neighbour who waves while mowing the lawn
A big oak tree with a swing for my son 
And my daughter in the big back yard

All I ever wanted

strip takes form
And grows to an oak
On a lawn with cryps acorns
Ima make sure
Each thought is pure, but filthy
Gives me life, so Im sure it will kill me

Every night around this time
I look out my front door
I look past the dead oak on the lawn
It's always such an eyesore
I keep on looking to see if

Battle Hymns

Tom Morello

One Man Revolution

2007

that leads down, I am the dark and bloody hall
I'm the reaper, executioner, hangman, judge and the law
So tie a yellow ribbon 'round the oak tree

memory scattered all over the lawn
Images of oak trees at the break of dawn 
And walking alone
Despite my native sensibility

See it's a fever dream

carried in death

Peeling gold
In winters' witness
Burning visions are lain to rest

He plows up the earth into straight lines
Dreaming the old oak would

Angelic spreads, and milky shades but, goblins in the lawn. 
Green grass, tall oaks and fishy seas where, 
Sharks swim, heads spin, I can’t see the… 
Wheels

lawn in shadows of the leaves
Middle of oak trunks we sat between
A seat put there by sweet Imogene
Stately
It's a special place where dreams were made

motherfuckers, it's time for summer

You my oak tree, you my misbelieve
You my collard green, you the song I sing
You the front porch, you like a green lawn

Breeze Off the Pond

Justin Timberlake

Man of the Woods

2018

What we got is solid as oak so you know it'll never blow away

Like a breeze off the pond
Or trees on the lawn
Wind is always there, they're saying

and our Sunday shoes in time We can rendezvous at Dreamland after noon
You don't remember Dreamland?
We used to go to Dreamland
You know, the gothic oaks

Give me nothing but a Sunday spent in a lawn chair
You can call me Captain of nothing
But a Sunday spent in a lawn chair
Oh Captain, My Captain
Laid

to do?
Must have been the fact it was lunchtime
I could almost taste the smoke on the air
The smell of sweet roasted meet oak and hickory
I text you back

oak boy
Don't mess around just because you wanna see some paper
Better heard what I'm saying though
Really won't tryna bother y'all
But I had to answer

Feeling perplexed and insane
Cause there's Oak Street, Oak Drive, Oak cvenue and Lane
Brown desert stucco in twenty different hues
I got the cookie cutter

since snot nose
And I stayed swervin
Had to mow the lawn
Cain't stand these serpents
Since snot nose
I stayed swervin
They weren't here at first
And now

another face
To fall behind to take my place
And run way up past second base
And just stand there

A dreamsicle on a summer night
In a folding lawn

body hanging above of your damn lawn
Looking up at myself like where's this thing gone
Real life dogg this ain't no fucking brainstorm
I was going acorns

and 
Spilled all the memories out on the lawn 

But when I pulled over, in the shade of an oak 
Rolled down the window, and smelled the wood smoke...