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Doorbell Knock knock at your chest
We are love when your at your best
Is it a love of fire? or a love of flesh?
You ever had those days
Feelin

Off the shore to the storm, sales rise at night. 
Oars rattle, there’ll be a battle – why it feels so right?

Raiders of the night. Follow the light.

gotta do what you can't
Call how I see it, shoulda been an umpire
All the shit I write is on fire
I get all the product straight to the buyer
I take what

fearless in a squall
I'd set my shoulders to the oars
Doing what I'd been taught by my Pa
My heart anchored to the shore
We had McStay's soda bread, butter

A spark in the dark is all I created
A shimmering light that has steadily faded
The fire I try to ignite was never a flame in the first place

no more
I lay all my weapons down
to the love that holds all of me

I row my little boat down by the river side
Your words I hear
as I ride out

me
Add some age I'm improving greatly
I'm monster stage
They have enraged me
Breaking free and I'm spraying fire
Like dragons raised me
Feeling crazy

Sail away
To the next bay
We can float, through this moat
Hey, buddy, you're in the boat as me
So grab that oar, we're headed, into the sea

We were

digging that hole
Keep dragging that ball
Keep pulling on that oar slave
Until you fall
Keep digging that hole
Keep pulling on that oar slave
Until you fall

digging that hole
Keep dragging that ball
Keep pulling on that oar slave
Until you fall
Keep digging that hole
Keep pulling on that oar slave
Until you fall

be favorable, winds
When we left Fire Island, come a rainy east
wind
We were tacking our way long the shore
A Montauk fisherman waved us in
And Block

Row, Row, Row

Bing Crosby

Bing's Buddies

1951

Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by

Young Johnny Jonesy had a cute little boat
And all the girlies
He would take for a float
He had girlies on the shore
Sweet little peaches by

I find it too hard to win
Back on the ground again
I feel like giving in
But you're my second wind

Don't you ever tire
Facing all my fires
I

And Now for Something Completely Different

Funkoars

The Hip Hop Show

2005

"And now for something completely different"

Hey!, Fuck you we crush crews the oar way
I'm, Sicker then using period blood for war paint
Fans

lest you wind up dead
In the cold embrace of a watery grave
Boats down oars in the water Boats down off through the sea
Boats down singing to my fair

Jam, don't give a damn
Rollin' Backwoods by the gram

We only smoke fire (Fire, fire, fire, fire)
We only smoke fire (Fire, fire, fire, fire)
We

Three sisters
Came to me last night
Last night
They said, "There's a boat
On the shore
A gas lantern and one oar
For your trip
Go home

just wanna inspire
Nah, I'm not washed, I still got that (fire)
I'm gonna retire and sit by the (fire)
Liar, liar, pants on (fire)
Man talk big

on the past, too numb to speak back. We're each abandoned by the hands of time that set us down to sail circles across a straight line. Sister moon, are we all

tell'em we're coming
no warning shots when my
crew drop by your house
jealousys on me
these fools wanna seat
on our table,but they can't
fellas go

lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"

On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.

We come

Row the Boat Together

The Hollies

The Other Side of the Hollies

1978

Standing by a riverside 
A river so deep and so wide 
Current's too strong for only one man 
I know because I tried 

I got eight oars - 
four

My mother told me
Someday I would buy
Galleys with good oars
Sails to distant shores
Stand up high in the prow
Noble barque I steer
Steady course for