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She Loves Me/There's Love & There's Love & There's Love (Jack Jones) · White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · Here Till There Is There: An Introduction to the Incredible String Band (The Incredible String Band) · Here Till There Is There: An Introduction to the Incredible String Band (The Incredible String Band) · Here Till There Is There: An Introduction to the Incredible String Band (The Incredible String Band) · Great Band With Great Voices/Swing the Great Voices of the Great Bands (Johnny Mann) · Here I Am/Here Where There is Love (Dionne Warwick) · Here I Am/Live In Paris/Here Where There Is Love/On Stage and In Movies (Dionne Warwick) · Here, Here and Here (Meg & Dia) · Interprets Great Music, Great Films, Great Sounds (Nelson Riddle) – and 90 other albums »


Memory
Ancient light from a binary star
Bends across a receding tide
A single point of light st this great distance

At this great distance only
Where the great ones tremble
In their snow-white shrouds
Waiting underground

If you seek the kingdom come, come along
Waiting by the ridge there
of Great! Great! Decision!
The doctor is making his first incision
One goes here - one goes there
The ether tube's leaking says someone who's sloppy
longer kelvin mercer but the posdnuos
Plug one yo I found fun
In the scribblin' of speak
On a naked white sheet
Most recognized by my dark brown self
That's it?
You know, great to meet you

That's-that's the whole interview? No disrespect

Well, yeah, unless there's something you wanted to say?
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Hoping to find a relic such as a tomahawk an axe
Or even an arrowhead left by a race of long since vanished Indians
There's a great thrill and it's
white
From the crack and the snow
On the streets of despair
The answer is simple
A spoonful of mercy
Can set free the soul

The drug king sits
On his
crossing over the great divide
And it's like

Climbing up mount everest
I swear it's like
Crawling from here to Memphis
Knocked senseless, like
(helloween)
Kiske:
Well, japan. we've been there, I think, two times now, and it's always been
A great fun playing there. I like the venues. they are
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Crazy silly monsters
They think everything is great
Black and white not colour
Eight by ten, no bigger
Not tonight it ain't

You can try and put
On a night so long ago
By the light of one bright star
Two weary travelers far from Galilee
Took refuge in a stable

Where a little child was born
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
all around
So many here had died

The wind had scattered around
Snow white leaves upon the ground
Not leaves like leaves from trees
Sequoia said, "What
I think I'm gonna go home, 'cause you just ran out of beer
And there's nothing you can say that'll make me wanna stay around here
You're lying there
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
Written by bob welch.


I guess you've heard about the bermuda triangle
There's something going on
Nobody seems to know just what it is
far,
Come up on my lap here, son, and have a look around.'
'There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down.'

Six white boomers, snow white
There's magic in cutting you
Into little pieces
Magic in dancing
With your head right here
All around a hundred meters tall "bis"
I remember the last great
you
And the pink light that bathes the great leaders is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rockets
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven,
And she's daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
She talks
There's two things I know for sure.
 She was sent here from heaven, and she's daddys little girl.
 As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
 She
off in the night
Going up from here, and we're out for love
No no don't budge, be my friend be freak
What heaven living in Hell
Listen to no avail
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall