we get red Skelton won't that be a victory
Oh we're the John birch Society, the John birch Society
Norman Vincent Peale may think he's kidding us along »
The John Birch Society
Mighty Day: The Chad Mitchell Trio Reunion
by Chad Mitchell
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The thin slip of moon through the shade was lost on sleeping eyes seeing smoke rise up through the birch and pine, where a sinking red sun found us, »
Forests Burned
A Name Writ in Water
by The One AM Radio
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In the year of global changes, harvest's fast
Ringing in the final landslide, hardest test
Overnight a sudden storm wind, blowing red
Steely »
Skeleton Dance
Rogues en Vogue
by Running Wild
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the air,
They wus on the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John birch Society,
I got me »
Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues
The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan Outtakes
by Bob Dylan
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They wus on the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace...
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John birch Society,
I got me a secret »
Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues [Live]
The Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3 (Rare & Unreleased) 1961-1991
by Bob Dylan
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a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water,
ripping, flashing in the sunshine;
And within it came a people
The Son of the Evening »
Lake
Golden D
by Graham Coxon
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in the springtime
Of Europe's fertile years
When the rain was immaculate
Not Red-rose invisible
And where in the heart
That beats in man »
The Blue Gates of Death
How I Devoured Apocalypse Balloon
by Current 93
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Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
That look like...
Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(Like »
Mutiny in Heaven
Life Less Lived: The Gothic Box
by The Birthday Party
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the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight »
The Murder Mystery
Chronicles
by The Velvet Underground
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like red meat
The buga fajita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin »
Let's Ride
Can-I-Bus
by Canibus
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dazzled
birches sigh from painful lessons
lessons they'd learned in life
that every stem breaks if bent too far.
Will I run for a shelter and quiver ? »
Back to Times of Splendor
Back to Times of Splendor
by Disillusion
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pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, »
Emily
Ys
by Joanna Newsom
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