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though, three "Rs" getcha
up to speed
Hope Sam Cooke is right, change is more
than necessory
To make sense of this hunger getting predatory
Eat the fruits

comes from the 1938 play Gas Light, in which a husband attempts to convince his wife that she is going insane by manipulating small details of their

Came here with my senses and I'm leaving alone
Didn’t even ring it but I'm hearing the tone
I swear to you I'm bleeding and I thought I was stone
But

Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls all over the world. Come and witness.
The house of horrors. Do beware though. They say his victims still haunt

Love Chronicles

Al Stewart

Love Chronicles

1969

that I made love to
It was in a park
In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
In summer just after dark

My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.

the pain reign)


I will not be victim to my surroundings 
No I won't be clouded by judgment (My dark clarity)
I have plotted my death
I can see it before me

Hearts

Yes

90125

1983

Hearing - Talking - Yes I - Love you

Set your heart sail on the river
Look around you as you drift downstream

Pleasures of the Harbor

Phil Ochs

The War Is Over: The Best of Phil Ochs

1988

feet
To shipmates he must join
She's counting up the coins
He's swallowed by the street
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures

to stop playing the victim
As a genius, I try to keep evolving every time
The voice of the youth and all pleasure is mine

My home is where my mama

animals
Accompanied by heightened sense
Of smell and hearing
The Wendigo underneath all of that still has
The cunning of a human
Luring it's victims by

you tell me to
Making sense of the French defence' tonight

The pleasure is mine, so I keep on marking time

I'm blinded by light
I swing to the right

by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came

I know I'm not the one you thought
You knew back in high school
Never going, never showing up

of the fucking future
Come vedo il presente 
it shines
Il tasto  for the non-sense 
Concept of acting in the mess of news
We discover by scrolling down
In research

about crushing it
He jumped up and stomped the rat dead
And said That's what you wanted, wasn't it
I turned white as a ghost crippled by fear
Hearing

stirred up your sick sense of pleasure

The younger the girl, the higher the chance she won't remember
But this is what happens when you fuck with a writer

We light up the sky like Fireflies
Shawty way too lit now say she scared she might die tonight
Said that life too short
We here for a good time not

See the Sun get high til the light dim low
Hearing both sides of the Stereo
Diamonds in my Soul's immaterial
Diamonds in my Soul's immaterial
See

despite these prisoners
They persist with the Chinese whispers and
Turn these victims to victors
But karma flies by like a discus
This cycle is vicious

Hey

playin' it's a nine
You better fucking run
Cause, i'm a victim
Live by the goop, you get redrummed
In the light, i'm shining, moving like a moth
I'm

Pleasures of the Harbor

Phil Ochs

20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Phil Ochs

2002

feet
To shipmates he must join
She's counting up the coins
He's swallowed by the street
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures

won’t provide Your wealth!

Not everyone can still resist it

You have creeped into their brains too deep.

The twitching victim’s falling

On knees

to really being quite charmed
By your feminine effects
You're the only one with whom I would role play Oedipus Rex
(Nice)

I want you to be my pleasure puss
I

many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked

me by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high
School
Never going, never showing up