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Gloria!

"For know a blessed Mother thou shalt be
All generations laud and honour thee
Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold
Most highly favoured

lives living in doubt
My body has set you on fire
Hold yourself down while I get higher
Both convinced by the same liar
Nothing left to do

Sad boys come

Gloria
For now a blessed mother thou shalt be
All generations laud and honour thee
Thy son shall be Immanuel by seers foretold
Most highly favoured lady

a body that's been there for weeks
I say, 'Private eye and I'll find his killer'
But the body started to speak
I'm starting to lose my breath
The air is

lady." Gloria!

"For known a blessed mother thou shalt be,
all generations laud and honour thee.
Thy son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold.
Most highly

lady," Gloria!

2. "For know a blessed mother thou shalt be,
cll generations laud and honor thee,
Thy Son shall be Emanuel, by seers foretold
Most highly

An era ends with our world on fire 
Dying in flames, but this is fine
Planet burns to feed our desire 
Soon we’ll find, we’re out of time 

We can’t

going on!
You got to get it out of his eyes
He's breaking it down, yeah

Find their mother
Don't be long
They won't be needing
that at all
No one ever

The mother of the bride
Slew by precious time
I don't like when you lie to me
I tried telling you but you weren't listening
We go 'round and 'round
I say I'm

So you go with her, meet her mother
I know what is going through your head
And I won’t pretend that I don’t think it’s funny
Coz I been there
And I’m

maiden Mary
Most highly favored lady, Gloria!
For know a blessed Mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honor thee,
Thy son shall be Emmanuel by

what the teacher said
Then I heard a gunshot ringing in my head
I could see it on the evening news, there's twenty three dead
In two-by-twos, with our

Blessed Child

Jetty Rae

Blackberries

2007

into heavenly news
Rise up little baby, rise up, rise up little baby, rise up
I'll take you by my right hand, with my mic in the left
One on my back,

Hundred  degrees in the hot breeze 
By the sea where my eyes open wider
Palm trees, black frenchies 
I breathe in the water
Sunbeams over my skin

write it I lived it or saw it with my eye
Sometimes the third see it first I'm the ambitious kind
If I dream it through the night by the day it's mine

A Clown Too Fat to Walk Across a Wire

Stampead

Oh Boy

that your mothers always right.
Try to get rich by the time your 30.
Try to be quiet when your fighting dirty.

Try to take a joke a bit too far.
Try

he's a refugee from the highway
out there fighting for years
whether by God or by glory
he's been traveling through his fears
and he always feels

Escape from the Grave

Six Feet Under

Bringer of Blood [Bonus CD]

2003

No escape from this lonely grave- buried six feet down
Molested, dumped in a hole, beaten, shivering
Scream for mother she can't save you
No God

You lift your skinny fists up in the sky
Packed a change of clothes and left in the middle of July 2005
But when the glass, it hit the wall
Mother

Spittin' the spider's eye

Up (at ease) against him ride
We'll not take him by surprise
Give a scream down in your dreams
Let him know we're comin'

bless the madness of the fifty states

There's all you dreamers
Who dream in bed
Where are you going when you lay your head?

All you mothers can't

unfolds - constellations welcome you home. Adrift in the river beyond our memories You bury me.

I memorized your pain, I put my thoughts inside your name.

I got a
Fresh start and I'm on a mission
To draw a sketch of the place I call my home
In colors rarely used before
Bling bling in a crowded bus stop

your eyes - just a sore
and the dead on the shore won´t cry no more
your sail will be torn by my dark thunderstorm
i whisper cold
the voice of the rain