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We hear in the night
The gulls of the sea
In this old lighthouse perched on this cliff

When I check the gears.
Noise in my ears
The painting

We hear in the night
The gulls of the sea
In this old lighthouse perched on this cliff

When I check the gears.
Noise in my ears
The painting

Ofttimes alone was she
In a park by the sióg oak
Ringed by tomes
she'd dream

Though the world will never know
Mad Mary paints on
Though her art we'll never

a high cliff wall

That's my soul up there

There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall

That's my soul up there

There's a blue whale beached by

See how the waves surrender, how the gold and silver crack;
How they roll in splendor, knowing that they’re coming back.
All the gulls are wailing,

en anna by

Vært på samme dritten siden vi dro fra pangea
Apen i midten er intet å le av
Famler i mørket blant strober og neon
Status og droger og

ACCOMPANIED ME
ALONG THE CLIFFTOP OVERLOOKIN' THE SEA
ADMIRIN' THE VIEW THERE WE DID STOP
TO SEE GULLS GANNETS GUILLEMOT

GOOD TERNS A FEW A SHAG OR TWO

RECENTLY HE ACCOMPANIED ME
ALONG THE CLIFFTOP OVERLOOKIN' THE SEA
ADMIRIN' THE VIEW THERE WE DID STOP
TO SEE GULLS GANNETS GUILLEMOT

GOOD TERNS A FEW

Voyage of the Homeless Sapien

Cathedral

Cosmic Requiem

[***Chilled Again...]

Here We Come Entranced By The Mellow 
Hey! Ho! It's The Man With The Silver Pipe!!!! 

[****Shattered Again!]

Headblaster

rent, it soars higher like the 'gulls by the lake
They either build or destroy
We either give or we take
I get a text on my phone
I see your name with

now
Man done shook out, gull the skin out ya
What you check boy you running yuh lip
You get smoked like I'm bunning a spliff
You sonofabitch
This is

American Canyon Sutra

Cass McCombs

Tip of the Sphere

2019

Pile of cash, trash
Pinched into a butterfly by a rubber band
Where are you my brothers, that I may share these spoils?
Where are you my sisters,

Your Private Sky

Minus the Bear

Your Private Sky

2012

Laying in the long grass
Beside your home
Watch the day pass
Your private sky
A gull flies by
And cuts up the air into pulses

Synchronized

The Galley

Accept

Stalingrad

2012

of pain
We're damned, to the galley
We're slaves, chained to the galley of pain

Splintered and split, the hands of the doomed
Endlessly toil by

skrapte i gull
Så blinket bildet frem igjen bak alle kikkehull

En by ved havet så hvit og varm
Hvor kjærester gikk arm i arm
Og åsene med lyng og trær
Og

HEcVEN'S DOOR
Psalm for Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia
Words and Music by Kevyn Bashore

Watchin' the sun kiss the sea
From the mountains

All the Diamonds in the World

Bruce Cockburn

Circles in the Stream

1977

All the diamonds in this world
That mean anything to me
Are conjured up by wind and sunlight
Sparkling on the sea

I ran aground in a harbor

Shades of Gray

Eagle-Eye Cherry

Living in the Present Future

2001

the ones that are open
The whole place tells time by a tower clock that's broken

The pigeons are ravens, and the gulls are vultures
And trash is art,

Summer Song (In the Autumn)

Peter Hammill

Fool's Mate

1971

and so couldn't believe.
And the song that you're humming is yesterday's tune -
Someone who you love is leaving you.

You walking in sunshine by

choking on a crust of bread
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot

Waiting by the quayside
Watching the tide
As it turns and rolls away
I turn off my engine
And hear the gulls cry
Are they crying out my name?
My

King of Pain

Diego Torres

Musica Para Sonar, Vol. 2

2005

in a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by

by sirens
Large pink spikes bring forth silence
Along wit ink blots too tied in
Nightmare never ending cold cryin
This my dark lonely full of phonies

moonlit sky
Bleaches paths laid out for souls like you and I
Advancing squalls
Restless waters warned by crying gulls
As we sail into the sea
As we sail