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tickling in my belly yummy tasty smelly pies cool on the window silly little bunny
funny when you just think the stink is only cat ink pink pussy purring proudly in the alley
inter lude A E
honry little for lorn doc tor torn be tween two warming wildly cataclysmic storm front
warning repercussions
salmon salman rush die subdivision russian dressing • up for hallo ween • the pod
cast quebec sessions
god and satan drinking • milking down a dutch drain • clogging chick hen kitch hen • sin
king bovine belly
inter lude A E
onery little for lorn doc tor torn be tween two warming wildly cataclysmic storm front
warning repercussions
godly lovely gophers running racy tractor soy boy bean seamen whoring soiled knickers
Asticky sullied gutters
matter yields sub conscious life i • don’t know smo bros afros • tom tom drumming
harried living • constant craving lover
inter lude A E
onery little for lorn doc tor torn be tween two warming wildly cataclysmic storm front
warning repercussions
go can naru gua no • is land nauru obese • beastly pop ulation • sneako slyly sulking
appalling galling painting • gamer tarred and feathered • humiliation lingering •
torture hanging gallery
inter lude A E
onery little for lorn doc tor torn be tween two warming wildly cataclysmic storm
affrontery repercussions
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SOMETIMES I GET THIS LONELY FEELING AND I WANNA BE UP FLYING
UP UP beside THE SUN AND sAFE INSIDE A WARM CLOUD’S SILVER LINING
OH YEAH THis MEMORY is REMindING me(of) WHAT it’s REALLY meanING
up HERE AMONG THE beeS AND TREES AND BREEZE - THIS FLYING so lo FEELING
SOMETIMES I GET THE urge TO GET UP too EARLY IN THE MORNING
GETTING UP WITH THE BIRDS AND DEW IS SOMETHING NEW FOR ME
is something could be good for me?
SOMETIMES I GET THIS LONELY FEELING AND I WANNA BE UP FLYING
UP UP beside THE SUN AND sAFE INSIDE A WARM CLOUD’S SILVER LINING
up where the sun’s out always dancing even early morning rise
it plans each day the same in spite of rain instead of heaving sighs
SOMETIMES I GET THIS LONELY FEELING AND I WANNA BE UP FLYING
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love love love 9
03:55
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love’s a sunny day • warm shelter from the rain
a lonely little light ray • leaking true
love’s a simple song we allª want 2 sing along
united in • love’s great bigº harmony
love they often say • will steal your heart away
a blind eye turned • to face towards the sun
love love love love ♥️love love love love love
love’s a summer day • a hammer hot as hades
love ’s your favourite flavour • oF ice cream
loving is a choice • a tremor in the voice
your heart hoisted high • on to the beam
love is the sun • shining from above
love will always find U • in the end
love love love love ❤︎love love love love love
love’s often confused • when tried hard • we must choose
between the misconstrued • and mis demeaned
a heart felt filled with shame • against a window pane
the rain tapping • saying please love let me in
love is a rose • the calming in the dose
a baby sleeping • deep inside a dream
an apple every day • 2 keep nightmares away
make sure we all R safe • and sound asleep
love love love love ♥️love love love love love
love love love love❤︎love love love love love
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i’m leave’n ya for good baby - better now than later on
in a few days anyways - you won’t even miss me
and by then (babe) i’ll be long gone
i boarded an airplane on the main line
I felt used thought I’d pack things in
i did my time down in a coal mine
black, and blue, and bored through thin
I took a ride down on the river
Low and Bhold and water logged
got spit out into the wood chipper
born again (as) fodder for my thoughts
i walked along the edge of the ridge
I bent down onto my knees to pray
Prayed for things to go or get better
Or better still – to once go my way
i’m leave’n ya for good baby - better now than later on
in a few days anyways - you won’t even miss me
and by then (babe) i’ll be long gone
i gathered enough money
to get myself from the bone to the horn
i scraped the barrel down to the bottom
got enough (now) just to get back home
i’m leave’n ya for good baby - better now than later on
in a few days anyways - you won’t even miss me
and by then (babe) i’ll be long gone
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something in the way she always leaves me loosing it
something that she says i knows she’s right i blue it
but knowing things can (change) i’m hoping 2B true again
2U
hard for me to blame i’m guilty but U2 a bit
you act a bit dI ranged untangled but in spite of it
you’re wanting me to change 4U 2much
but i/u won’t budge a little bit 2 second step
and i think for sure we could get to shore with this leaking ship if we all blew a bit
we’re always in the know · even though · we know · we don’t know shit
through all these 2s and fros · we’re dancing through the thick of it
and everybody knows · that guessing’s just the gist
of what everybody knows
i’m smiling down this road i’m trying to make ·my best of it
my heart is all a glow · i’m feeling dumb · but/yet incandescent
i’m playing in the cold · the snow falls · i just step in it
the hammond organ moans · it’s peddles tickling innocent
LY · yer 2 little piggy toes
and i think for sure we could get to shore with this leaking ship if everybody blew a bit
i’m crying my way home i haven’t got a leg to stand on
i’ve re announced the thrown that i have long been sitting in
the carpet’s red and worn and deep down all the dirt in it
starts to wear me thin
we’ve got no where to go and still we keep pursuing it
so someday wHEN we go there’ll be a free pre requisite
to somehow let things go and try to know how to forget
and forgive for what we did
and i think for sure we could get to shore with this leaking ship if we all blew a bit
and i think for sure we could get to shore with this leaking ship if everybody blew a bit
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n. carolina shores
02:35
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i b leave in angel’s dust
Cstarring as an eastern er Gheading west
colliding peace ful Bbshores of Acarolinas
down where all the rudders rust • 2 bottom feeding
from the mud Gjambalya craw fish fresh water Bbeast
Bbborn to boil Aalive
rowing home A boat 2 shore
sailed bloody deep seas sobering war
ridding seams to be new born
beg ging 4 free dUMb at once in unison
friendly waving chore pays 4 ward
thinking man A willing sword / an iron oar/e
heavy lifting is in store
on line north carolina/ ful filling
planting seeds and pruning trees
plums and peaches + pairs of creatures
collected by for tun ate survivors
for newer worlds
who a will
to let survive
all the angels giving in 2 toned dispair
blue aqua ma rine orange yellow red green
rainbow metaphors
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the cHance that I’ll B winter ºthe •chance that U’ll B spring
the cHance that under covers warm while we workOUt these complex answers 2• ºsuch simple things
the cHance that every hour ºevery •minute Of each day
then •Chances R ºU will arrive 2take my handand rise Above these• ºerrors iNMY way
the chance that there’ll B winter ºthe •chance that there’ll B spring
OUR cHances getting slimmer bythe hour bythe minute ºthese •chances wear MEthin
the chance we’ll find what’s hiding ºjust be•neath our sunburnt skin
JUSt •like riding UP ON A pony play full Y A child being •comes NEWBORN again
the •dance we made of daring ºeach and every •other 2B brave
this floating feeling high IN lOVeand (inall)honestLY still2this•day somewhat depraved
the greatness Of a single moment ˚at the moment LOSt ºfor•ever later SAFE
THEN finally1St AFTER at lASt a winner ºnowknowing nothing’ll•everB the same(again)
the •plan 2 have a mother ºin con•tingency in case
the •cHance we’re taking with our futures right b4 our bendingeyebrows •frowned (down) in disgrace
the cHance that we’ll B weary ºBCOME the •hour Of OUR age
the cHance we’ll still B carving things we nevereven seenNORheard a bout•º allºa long our way
the chance that there’ll B winter ºthe •chance that there’ll B spring
OUR •cHances getting slimmer bythe hour bythe minute ºthese •chances wear MEthin
the chance U’ll find what’s hiding ºjust be•neath your sunburnt skin
*a pony riding gleefully around the RING a childnamedTOBY •ºbalanced upON him
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boys swimming in the river
dryly trying to be clever
they’re flirting with the hours
taking chances with the weather
the sun’s up in the morning
the careless wind keeps blowing
not knowing where they’re going
they take their chances being men
some suffer through the summer
some get colder in the winter
some forget that man’s a river
where all boys can swim again
grass scratches on their legs
grasshoppers lead the chase
they’re itching so for something
not willing now to wait
not knowing now or never
the wind blows fast or slow/ the skin heals fast or slow
and time flows just like a river
and time slowly leads us home
some suffer through the summer
some get colder in the winter
some forget that man’s a river
where all boys can swim again
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i guess i need someone to love me
someone to be there, to hold my hand
to lead me through these hours of darkness
to stick by me, to understand
DADG DAGDX2
this stinging soap i have washed from my eyes
the tears of months and tears of years
i shall sigh and carry you up on my shoulders
wishing you a sunny day above all of the sorrow
i guess i need some one to love me
someone to keep open my light burning eyes
i need just one person to appreciate
everything that i do
dawn i loved ya, i loved the the butter fudge
you smudged beneath my feet on that flying trapeze
love can be so selfish sometimes, don’t ya know that baby, it begins and ends on opposite sides
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I take you to a higher place - put you
right before god’s grace
Lay you flat down on your face – you
you can’t remember who I was
yur head got filled with buzz
The ring warped round yur (y)ears
still ringing from in here
a stone’s throw yonder long this road
ploughed forward twists toward home
bound only by earth’s own
gravity to prove love/glory to be loved
my mother’s nature, sister’s mercy
my brow bent frowned from worry
my road so clearly blurry
i ain’t got no home in this world no more)
i shuffle where I go
i fALl towards black holes
my heart the warmest river
dumbed up, too fool to flow
My reach is weak and watered down
My feet stuck in the mud
A bit too proud to budge – much
Me You down out wow
I’m still hanging around, I’m still hanging around, still hanging around, still hanging around, trying to get out free me wow, trying to get out free me wow, trying to get out
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I’M A LITTLE MAN FROM JAPAN I TRY TO DO THE BEST I CAN WITH WHAT I GOT AIN’T GOT A LOT
ain’t got a lot to be sure of but i keep trying
i got a lot to keep me busy here on my mind
AMhow did you know how did you know mr pool it’s true of course
Ami was thinking of filling my briefcase with the banks money yes it’s a little dream of mine have you
Amever a had a dream mr pool oh i have i don’t always plan bermuda though some
Amtimes its siam figi beautiful exotic places where there are no books to keep where
Ami’m not a little man with no future and no past yes mr pool
Ambut i’ll never go through with it you know why i’ve lived with it too long
Ami’m old and set in my ways and afterall mr pool suppose i’m a coward
I’M A LITTLE MAN FROM JAPAN I TRY TO DO THE BEST I CAN WITH WHAT I GOT I GOT A LOT
I PLAY MY HAND THE BEST I CAN DON’T TRY TO WIN JUST TRY TO STAND STILL FEEL THE CHILL OF GOD’S COLD WILL
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susana 11-10-16
02:42
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susana susana
i hardly got to know ya
i really wanted to
susana i bet you meant to get to know me too
susana bring you back again – back again
susana is it only fear - that makes me feel - i need to be your friend
susana susana
i saw you were not moving
to where the blessed do
susana god bless us both just for being you
susana i’m moving back to you - back to you
susana i’m moving back to be - the lonely soul - i always am
susana susana
i hardly got to know ya
i really wanted to
susana you probably meant to get to know me too
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here i am bouncing up and down
with my fist on
on this box of wood
when i should
be down on the ground
shining your shoes
i ain’t worth that ya stick around
sticks and stones are still breaking bones
i’ll be true if you stick around
i’m stuck to you
like gum to yer brand new shoe
at the dance we’ll be holding hands
like a bright painted brand new can
kicked around by the kids again
safe and warm at home in bed
you’re a weight that i hold up high
outta reach like a cookie jar
sure to keep up there fresh a while
i’ll wait for you i promise to
take the reigns let me rest a while
flap your wings you're a butterfly
9 tiny reindeer just hovering by
like 12 goose out loose on the moon tonight
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i’m a dirt person and i don’t hurt to be dirty
i’m singing still - and i ain’t no worse for the worry
i got enough food - i got a warm bed
a slowly leaking roof - hangs above my leaky head
i got enough to do - and i don’t mean to be dirty
i got a roof - hung above my head in a hurry
i keep my nose quite clean – my way to live life lean
i don’t eat what they’re feeding me - there’s poison in their pie
i’m a dirt person - and i don’t need to feel dirty
i got a lot – the plot thickens where money is buried
there’s such a lot to dig - pyred garbage, grunting pigs
trying to wrap their curly tales - around my whirling wig
i’m a dirt person - but i don’t really feel dirty
the verdict’s in - long after hanging the jury
they tried the judge for greed - for frowning down on me
the rumoured thought that what you got - is also what you need
i’m a dirt person but my vision’s somewhat gone blurry
my world still runs up and over the hill in a hurry
i’ve got an ear to lend my knees still bend to stand
i’ve even got a lot 2 want but no need left 2 spend
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the daze are coming 4
02:50
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the daze are coming
i feel it in my backbone
the daze are coming
we’re never going home
the daze are coming
cover up your ears
look deep into the mirror
the silence is screaming
the daze are coming
they’ll all come out to judge me
when they’ll bother to begrudge me
the daze are coming
you’ll put away on your pride
and suffer some of mine
this horror that i sleep
the days are coming
when you won’t be on my mind
the daze are coming
i’m tired of remembering you
the daze are coming
i’m tired of pretending
the daze are coming
there’ll be nothing new worth learning
the daze are coming
there’ll be stars in all our eyes
we didn’t realize
what even hit us
the daze are coming
i’ll maybe need my rifle
the daze are coming
you’re gonna get a mouthful
the daze are coming
i’ll take away your cares
you’re worries disappear
i’m taking you with me (dear)
the daze are coming
when you won’t be on my mind
the daze are coming
i’m be tired of remembering you
the daze are coming
the moon is on the rise
the daze are coming
when i’ll know me in your eyes
the daze are coming
the skies will open wide
the order of the stars
here and in heaven on earth
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i’m so sad tonight, you’re leaving on the midnight train to Memphis, i’m out here crying with the rain, spent, ‘n’ penniless, the rain reminds me how we’ve been
i got ta stayed focused on the things that make me feel i’m breathing, forget that other stance that’s more appealing and get back on the track behind the train
homeless, hopeless with no reason for more potions to please appease these symptoms of love’s poisons, its perfumes left to linger when yer gone
i’m so so sorry that i never ever gave th-appreciation that they always well deserved for me to give them i hope this does not mean they’ll be forsaken
wait dear got one more thing to tell ya, so draw nearer, get a little closer to my good ear, let me whisper what i really feel
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i wake up on the morning side
the day is new my eyes are bright
but through the blue the sea decides
to drink me or to save me
the dreams i dreamt were dreamt to wide
the sleep i slept so uninspired
but now i’m up (at) least for the ride
come what may be - waiting
i climb these steps steep with desire
my long legs leap my mind’s on fire
but bound to think that nothing matters
and only you can save me
when the world is fooling round - the sun shines down BUT ONLY frowns
when the moons’s so full with doubt - i’ll meet ya on the morning side
the night is long no where to sleep
nowhere to lay our tired heads
my heavy feet know where to be
i’ll rest my case before thee
i find a way to make it right
i find a way to change the night
take my hand we’ll both take flight
into the fever baby
even though it can’t make sense - even though it’s all pretend - even still i will defend to U my whole heart baby
all these songs i never would have sung
all these feelings leaving
clip my wings i learn to run
into the fever baby
all we are is flesh and bone
all our weight‘s been bleeding
all i’ve said is all i owe
now please release me baby
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there’s always something chasing me
banging a broken drum on some back door
feelings R ever changing
we’re going through
we try to keep our feet firm to the floor
ferris wheels keep rolling round fun
wearing us down
the rubber so slightly worn out in our souls
we’re slowly rolling weary but the warm sun shines to thee
our shelter is this sun shine along his road
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the tortoise and my hair Guelph, Ontario
diary of a decomposing dog
this diary on this scary day is one of warmth again and
play i am not going to say what my feeling really is in fact it’s just a lark that i have any at all no one’s left to listen, no one ever has, my bed’s been made un-wizened so been judged to be the best, but somehow just one wrinkle in my head is always left.
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