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Salt

Portugal. The Man

Censored Colors

2008

Calling out to salt plains
Listen to the wind, child
It's calling out, it's calling out your name
I was born of sunbeams
Warming up our limbs
Born up

Salt

Portugal. The Man

Censored Colors

2008

Calling out to salt plains
Listen to the wind, child
It's calling out, it's calling out your name
I was born of sunbeams
Warming up our limbs
Born up

There's a corrugated highway
Leading north from Port Augusta
Lined with ratted cars that didn't rate a tow
The Salt plains out of Pimba
And your eyes

to the side like old news
Don't hurt my feelings
I'm living life fresh  boy I'm brand New
Gloss on the J's
Light in my eyes
Got that salt plain lays
I'm

Somewhere close to the back of your mind
I've been watching you from afar
Crossing time from a deeper divide
I discovered a spark
Standing on a salt

her sweetness and light 
Mind open wide like a salt plain 
My thoughts creeping under fence lines

While my soul went running I watched the wire rise

tonight
Ooh, fire in the streets tonight

Well, they drove all night
Into a pale pink dawn
Across the great salt plains
Through the eye of the storm

There's a corrugated highway Leading north from Port Augusta
lined with ratted cars that didn't rate a tow
The Salt plains out of Pimba And your eyes

Maybe the Great Salt Plains, or the hills of Kentucky
Maybe North or maybe South
I don't care as long as it's now

So long, four wheels turning
Got

already there
Or maybe Moab, maybe the Rockies
Maybe the Great Salt Plains, or the hills of Kentucky
Maybe North, maybe South
I don't care as long

Blue skies ahead and BS behind
Got the wind in my hair
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Or maybe Moab, maybe the Rockies
Maybe the great Salt

Insanity

In a dead blue sky sails a hunting bird
c ghost of ages past
c shadow floating across the salt white plain

There's a light up here, will

Jack

And Also the Trees

Virus Meadow

1986

And crossed the salt dry plains
He passed he house where tall, thin dogs
Pulled on their iron chains
He heard the songs of seed germ girls
Who warmed the frozen

and hate of Britannia rules the waves
And now you swing your hips as you go strutting down the lane
I love you when I see you this plain

Your salt

the cheese 
Grade a 
A 1 cut the steak 
Seasoned salt 
Shit is plain
On a plane 
Through the pain 
See the gains 
Raise the bar

swervin' lanes (skrrt)
Wrist on plain (plain)
Throwin' salt, that's hella strange

Can't stop this shit (stop this shit)
I got motion (I got motion)

Town to Town

Del the Funky Homosapien

Future Development

1998

and just makin' friends
Reach out and shaking hands
With the public and they love it

No technical difficulties or faultiness, you salt me with
That

hunger
Your dinner's kind of plain, your salt does wonders
We eating and eating
Families we feeding
Sharing the blessing
Always refreshing
Look

away
So many heroes and friends we knew
Who crossed starry white plains of salt
What else could they do

But move on... I'm hanging on, moving on,

against the grain
You speaking more of the same
I don't remember your name
Why I'm piping your main
Counting coup, native, you plain
Throw salt, a Dash in,

Even if you don't, I'd resent me
Because just these bones is all I present to you
Bro I'm hollow, be thy name
Like a bird, with no salt boy it just

always shared the light
Fakes hide in plain site even salt and sugar look alike
Biggest hate came from the so called real ones that I sticked beside
So

amazed
Valley, Mountain and Plain

Cali to salt lake
My heart breaks
I Partake 
A thousand miles going east way
LA still all day
 
That was thee epitome
My

in bone
Washing over the guard
Roaming the plains of sand and salt
Another hand tears free
But the virus remains

The slums mourn at night
The sound