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afternoon
For the great, white sun in rising brings
With him the heat of noon
Dismal country for the exile
When the shades begin to fall
From the sad,

posing for ya photos
Yeah
Catch us in motion
D'usse with the ace yeah we call that potion
Want the summer house right by the ocean
For the views

I used to run by the Hudson when it was getting dark
Twenty miles on the jogging trail in Riverside Park
And as the sun would set I could get from

I used to run by the Hudson when it was getting dark
20 miles on the jogging trail in Riverside Park
And as the sun would set I would get from 155

I remember house parties in the south side cool cats dancing to drive-bys 
Didn't realize at the time that I had nine lives and my beefs were never

and dope boys harassed by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get ya

think I'm being watched by Nardwuar/ I'm home sick I want sumthin like long john silvers with the tar tar/ mcs get grill marks on their face bar scars

too late for the Great American Dream

Now everythingu0027s changed since I left my olu0027 high school
John bought a house on the hill with a big

Pre-Dawn

Words & Music: John Howard
Copyright: John Howard 2019

They rose up and ran to the house in the village
Shouting and screaming for someone

to the Goldsmith
and so he and his mother were soon in better circumstances.
After few years Aladdin became known
and loved by most of the folk in the buzaar.
One

See the sun is rising up
My skin is finally getting warm
Do you mind I'm high and
Flying right into the sun
I'm gone
Oooh
Sometimes I wonder off into

gather together to have a good time
Safe and sound, no fear in sight
Come rain or shine
Little by little the smoothness expires
The heat of the sun burns

can make a horse and
Steer it by the reins
Cause you've said
You won't be led
By the man who's gonna
push you off the edge
Be my rising sun
For

like a ginsu knife
Been through nights, watching the sun slowly rising up
Sizing up the first nigga that thinks he's wisen up
Times is rough being

Like sippin' Grey Goose
Smoking Bob Marley with him
You don't want war
You'll be countin' bodies with him
In his house
John Gotti was just godly to him

now
Let me go, don't sail away
And you'd stow under the decks to burst out halfway
Now the horizon's gone and the rising sun won't come again

Weekend

There’s so much to fix in this house made of sticks
A house that is owned by a clown
We could fix it with ease but can’t see the wood for the trees
Is that

Somewhere soaking up the sun 
Smoking on my weed thinking bout where we came from

cll those roaches in that broken house 
Toast to how we moving now
Never

gonna be alright?
Take your bitch by night
And fuck her 'til the sun
Light up your room
And show her your passions
If she don't fuck with any of that

between night and the rising sun
When I swear I see your face
But it's gone by daybreak

Sweet girl if we could lose this day trip
And have you in our arms

Whispering Pines

Jakob Dylan

Endless Highway: The Music of The Band

2007

to the clouds)
For nothing else remains

Drifting in a daze when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house in the cold, cold sun

I

below the sun

Turtles upon every log
Rising from their shiny ditch
Of glistening waters on their wayward run

On the way to Engelhard, On the way

your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by

the masses 
Beginning in sun kissed grasses 
We're guaranteed taxes and caskets, but 
We gotta work to remove Black skin from White masks 
A Fanonmenon, that I