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listen to my parents' rock and roll bands 
cnd some Ralph Williams and some Elgar performed by the ERC

I want to have a blue barbeque,
Have my friends

'Good morning sweetheart, it's time to wake up...'
'Come on... Baby?'
'What is happening? Please talk to me...'
'Wake up! Please... Talk to me

with honorability, and graciousness, and integrity

So that whatever reason they may slander you as evildoers
By observing your good deeds

They may

Bro ur over here telling me you look at bitches asses, youre fucking weird as fuck, like get the fuck out youre fucking weird
Vanessa: please fuck

up
cnd then sleeping at the end
Of those days I wasn't scared
cnd figured everything would all be okay

Now these days I get so scared
cnd I'm waiting

the good times go
I feel alive when I'm alone
I gave up all my time to let you know
That I would still get by if you let go
I feel electrified
Every storm
I

and I will be ready to settle down

Hey baby, singin' the blues is my usual cruise
So let it go, I don't know what to choose
I can't stand no chains, I

to turn to, made an odd thing seem alright
But there ain't no use denying, as time goes rolling by
I'm gonna get that urge, and when I do, I'll just

It's there
Grasping the stomach
Saddening the clouds
Young me
Teenage shit
Dropout bastard
Come on lassie
Leave me be
Infected
By the sour taste

OUTSIDE VIEWS

by Mike Compton & Thomm Jutz



Sky so dreary here today

Cold to the bone, to my dismay

Mando won’t sing nothing but the blues

This is Aldous Huxley
A man haunted by a vision of hell on earth
A searing social critic mr. Huxley
27 years ago wrote brave new world
A novel that

my name
That won't get in the way of me and you
And the start of something new
So, if Clara is your name
You've brightened up the day
By being you

Maybe I just have bad luck with men
Coz lately, I'm getting good at pretending
That what they're doing don't phase me
That he's not making me crazy

Days of love baby, you are my inspiration 
you get my full attention 
Days of love baby you are my inspiration 
me give yuh full affection 

Yuh came

Walk into the woods
Of Alsace-Lorraine
And you would see it's good
And you'd come again

Blinded by lampshades
That cover your face
And you'd get

heart
So write my lines when you get the chance
I'm inspired by your song and dance
Driven crazy, not straight in the head
Wake me up for I'm good as dead

like a three

I'll hang out by the window where my hair will crescendo
I look good your turn to be displaced
If we can get through this fandom, then you

imagine.
Done such awful things.
I don't even see them much, but I'm haunted by the image of them.
Every day it's a struggle.
I'm just trying to get my

First Beat and Chupacabra
Written By Tim Lynch

First Beat-Instrumental


Chupacabra

My spirit got the mange and malnutritioned
Now I'm fat as hell

crutch
Some days you wake up naked
On somebody else's porch
But your clothes are folded neatly
And it's nearly opening time
The world passes you
By so

trying to screw me, poison me, cluttering my
Thoughts and my mind all the time, getting nowhere, I'm so scared, to face
My truth, how did I get here,

pretty stars
up above so high
makes me want to cry

crickets is all I hear as I gaze at the stars
ponder on worlds I never get to visit
give me a reason

Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
King Harvest has surely come

I work for the union 'cause she's so good

begin
We've all got to learn how to cope
You get out of life what you put in
Misinterpret my intentions
Have the wrong evaluations
Society judges by its