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The Escape

Chris de Burgh

Moonfleet & Other Stories

2010

And so it began, 
The story how Elzevir would look after John as his own son,
And the smugglers betrayed on Moonfleet Bay 
by Maskew looking now

"Son is a killer"
Departin' y'all
Black Milk is the second comin' of Dilla
Or should I say the late great
Wonderful Dilla pardon y'all
That's that this

Ohh, whoo!
In the stone age
Ohh, whoo!
Yabba-Dabba-Doo!

I was travelin' to Earth and what did I spot
A little village by the water sign said

The cave mouth shines
By pure force of will
I look down on the world
From the top of this lonesome hill
And you can run, and run some more
From here

sip is lethal
Outpouring accolades, overseas masquerades
High degree in dirty deeds
Take place in foreign caves
More action than boring rage of all

Walk into this dirty cave
(Hey there pal how are ya)
No idea how to behave

Hey 'bout that moon
Me confused
Let us relate
'Bout our post-cretaceous

of late

By the morning I'll be in the woods
And I'll be gone for good

Your values wholesome
Keep you lonesome
Just come home son, please
Are things so bad

said that the Ting burst like fire fist ace
Now I just Bop into the dance
No nine by my waist but Ill give a ten a glance
And I made it to the present

There was a man who sailed to sea
To harvest fish in water
Awaited by his anxious family
Two sons and yet a little daughter

The sea was rough

caves in from the fatiguing process, it justifies its existence, by satirically rationalizing
Hey bud
There's something this is culminating to
There's

Invisible Slaves There was a man who sailed to sea,To harvest fish in water,Awaited by his anxious family,Two sons and yet a little daughter.The sea

I run back to my bed and hide under my blanket
Just witnessed my sister get pulled by her hair then get left battered and ragged
The perpetrator's

Skipping back through the text like the stones you’ve hurled into my cave
rebounding, cluttering, echoing through all that’s left of what I’ve built

the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip

Gini k'am ga eji nye gi ekele chioma n'eme nma aaa
Gini k'am ga eji nye gi ekele, chioma n'eme nma

cha!! its Kingdavid!! Kaydeegospel (Son of grace)

teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh

ten and he was caught with the gun
Another mother with the burden of the loss of her son
And everyone turns away they don't rap to the truth
Just a lot

Sorcerers congregate around a fire in a murky cave
Clothed in red robes longing for a great ancient flame
To bestow unto warriors in chainmail,

doesn't proceed to walk
To go talk to the man shot by a gun
As he arrived he saw a young boy at the age of seventeen
No way to leave him there he's just

I awoke on the edge of my fronteir bed when 
Out of the caverns below 
I saw me a light 
A golden light  that
Started them feelings I know

By

different wave
Chilling in my cave
I'm in my slumber
Dwight you got my number
Go ahead and call me
Next verse in brail
I know you can't see
Had to let it

shadow-watching
In allegorical caves
But if you knew better
You'd do better they claim
Sometimes I think Plato
Would be ashamed
Everybody got a story
But how many

I’m just a vessel, it’s really God who’s speaking this
These words I spit, could be the key to free you with
The cave those soccers players trapped in

MOVED...
VERY SLOWLY CARRIED BY A POWER NO COULD SEE...
TOWARDS AN EXACT PLACE IN THAT HUGE OCEAN...

VOCI LO CHIAMANO...VOICI GLI PARLANO...LA SUA