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the cracked torn leaves 
And led them safely across the street

Wondering what conversations 
Pass through the telephone wires
Hung like cobwebs between all

own grave into ashes and sand
A god forsaken hand's guide to the land

Drawn, tied up by their feet
Grinding on the street
Headless figures

'Bout my mate Kumar, got tricks up his sleeve
From the lands of India to the UK streets
Plays cricket like a pro, got them skillful feats
Adapts

The Great Divide

Icehouse

Man of Colours/Code Blue

1996

reaching out
Over the great divide
It?s a long, long road
Stretching out ahead
Step by step, step by step
Over the great divide

On a dead end street

First off fuck you and det nigga bitch
(Fuck em)
Talking allet shit onna gram(what)
Like come and see me bitch
Meet me outside inna streets I'm where

they see is dust
That’s quick setting rubbing within a split second
He speak sweating heavy breathing coz shit happens
In these dusty streets so stay

The Bulletin, 23 July 1892
This poem was prompted by reading Henry Lawson's poem "Borderland".

IN DEFENCE OF THE BUSH
(words Banjo Paterson, music

the square
and the talk mad shit when the coast is clear

Yes, ladies and gentlemen
We've just completed the first lap

[Street Life]
Blood kin, knowledge,

Get Outta London

Aztec Camera

Stray

1990

The sun dying on a dusty room
TV lying to me through the gloom
Even remote control
Can't change this mood

Get outta London, while the getting's good

Liezah

The Coral

Magic and Medicine

2003

I had a girl, her name was Liezah, she had only one desire
To walk the cobbled streets alone, heading anywhere but home
With Crowley as her close

me 
I dun OD on jewelry 
Fuck low key I'm a OG 
So I stand out 
Like a black man in a white house I'm too street          
With my shirt off
Like

Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets

of species
Pussy drip figi
John cena in these streets
No little bitch you cant see me
Goated up fuck me from the back
Yea choke me up I like that little curve

sure.
They pass by me, just an odd lady, trespassing in their world. 
As I Prospect grey stone streets to the sound of your Benevolent voice.
I put my

Livin' 4 the Moment

Geto Boys

Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly

1998

the american dream like dusty rolls
Got my eyes on paper, fuck these musty hoes
Foes die slower than an aids patient
To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin

rambler
My brother and sister
They are all gone away
From the dusty street to the city beat
Down by the water
I wash my feet
The river runs high
In

I was born in the back of a dusty saloon
No silver at home just a rusty spittoon
Daddy was gone by the time I was three
Was raised by wolves running

can't reason with a hideous mind
Fiend by nature, invisible by choice

Revisiting unsettling stories
The teacher I wanted to kill
My memories...
So sick,

fruit juice just to get by
How the mountains tower so high
Temples call, knees will fall
I'm feelin' blue in Kathmandu
There's crowded streets that narrow

up Dusty Rhodes
I'm gone ease across the street to the Hyatt Regency
And drinks
All the Champagne

out
Trust me
I never let the skills get dusty
So I steal one off the street with a hook that's rusty
And I take her to a place all dank and musty
On my

on the loose!
Out on the dusty streets he rides,  
Silhouette sharp against the moon,  
Leather boots and a grin so wide,  
Strides into town with the devil’s

Nashville Casualty and Life [Previously Unreleased Track]

Kinky Friedman

Sold American [30th Anniversary Edition]

1973

In faded gabardine he used to stand 
Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand. 
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.

lost when smoke hung in the air
Haunt these dusty hallways. from troubled sleep awoken

I feel something stirring underneath my feet
I sense a heart