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I keep on countin' and countin' this dough
I just keep getting this money you know
I just keep smoking and selling out shows
Not a day I'm not high

they slept

A tale I hate to tell
But it must be heard
I’ve always preferred
The song of the bird

The waves brought to the shore
A single oar

started fasting
Then I heard a voice say, take it one day at a time

Day
Day by day
Day by day
Day by day
The Lord
The Lord allowed me to make it
Come

And it's true what they say
You gotta live your life day by day 

(Day by day, day by day)
Day by day
(Day by day, day by day)

Finally I can smile 
Because,

from home
I feel like a liar
With these dirty hands I try to hide beneath these oars
Oh what a cold lie
I'm no better than the day I left the shore
I

folk
But Picasso should see himself as the white O
I write notes rhythmically not for timpani
To accomplish what Bach did for symphonies
One day it will

Fascist Christ

Todd Rundgren

No World Order Lite

1994

is sung, he moves up another rung
And the deaf and the dumb are the ones who get stung

Here comes the sex police, they're at your bedroom door

my oars I use my arms to keep it rowing
I’m tryna start a movement man I really came from nothing
I’m really tryna show y’all you can turn it into

have told my story

I try to resist
But the images keep coming through
So many years
Still, I'm defenceless

The house by the lake
His hands

and the bullshit abounds.

And if you’re listening to me
Pissed up and wired,
I’m 1,000 years old,
And twice as tired.

Got me talking about the days of old,
Where

are migratory?
ARTHUR:  Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1:  What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:  It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD

'm honest
And I can't seem to understand that you're trying your very fucking best and
You ignore me for days and then say I'm really sorry babe but I need

Petty

Obie Trice

Bottoms Up

2012

so Sinatra
You know my [?] not proper for the Oscars
But I opt out for the Oxfords in the Oxford
Ha ha, that hurts
Some'n by this oar got 'em

The Good Old Days

The Libertines

Up the Bracket [US Bonus Tracks]

2002

love of music
Oh the end won't be long
Because if it's gone for you, I too may lose it
And that would be wrong

I've tried so hard to keep myself

'm on another plane
You couldn't ride my wave with an oar
I dropped some niggas
From way back when I was
Tryna make it go

And If it doesn't row your boat
Then

get back
I get by alright
So get back
I get by tonight
So get back
I get by alright
So get back
I get by tonight
Told from the start - Dreams too far

of the wife
I'm sick of the dog
I'm sick of the mob
I'm sick of the punch in punch out job
Sick of the day
Sick of the night
Sick of being wrong
When I want

All in the Golden Afternoon

Alphaville

Prostitute

1994

All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide 
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied 
While little hands make vain

Sink

Brand New

Daisy

2009

an even keel
But now I'm not sure what is real
It's taken me this long to learn
That every dead is ate by worms
And once they're gone they don't return

Still I'm defenseless

The house by the lake
His hands resting awhile on the oars
Speaking with quiet conviction
Carefully unlocking doors

on solemn days
Tried to leave but the oars, they just rot away
Why ask for help when no one listen what you got to say?
But all these thoughts, you can't keep

There is a rock in a far-off land
That will not be touched by unwashed hands
It's good enough for me to fly and wander
But I can't sleep during

A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone

I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by

For the Stabwounds in Our Backs

Amon Amarth

Versus the World

2002

safe. Well, live your lie
There's no way you'll escape
The day that all things living die
The day we rise again

Then Fenris' father will summon us