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Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) 
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with
hadn't ordered 
Then he blamed us for the weather,

It was cold and rainy -
But we raised a glass up to him anyway 

We did Paris in a day,
What
ashes are floating in Biscayne Bay
And I listen to the music we once made
Everytime his face starts to fade

A part of me died in the van that day
That I'm in a love with too

Yeah that mini van is a far cry
From the sports car in your dreams
And that dead end job
Is pushin back vacation more it
by Townes Van Zandt

Well, I ain't very big for twentyone
and it seems I never could have any good clean fun
cause every time I'd go outside some
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
Like being in a strange dream
Somehow we're in the wrong van
Pop music on the radio
The guys are sleeping like dogs

A cool guy with tattoos driving
Put the van tape on 
Bay at the moon 
Rub each other down so good 
Forget about the tune that's playing 

Joan went east 
And she went west 
I
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
to make some quick fast ends
Hold up a bar and get drunk in the get away van
Shoot the shooting stars they know who we are
I said Mikey that's much too hard
Put the van tape on 
Bay at the moon 
Rub each other down so good 
Forget about the tune that's playing 

Joan went east 
And she went west 
I
bed by the day,
Dreams of van carpooling to work

A gun by your side
Revenge on your mind
Gone shooting!
Thrills in the night
Shiver your spine
Van Dyke Parks
When I desire company
I leave my footprints on the sand by a reckless sea
Hoping you'd come to me

And we'll explore what might
love it, I can't help it
Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it
Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s
Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee
he'd be a little boy

But he'll get taller as the time goes by
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy
But pretty soon he'll hear the other boys
passin' um by
The tension mounds
Now he's number two
All out of rubba
And runnin on fuse
He's door to door
Outta time for
He sees those checkers
a stop by the barber; you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on twelve, dinner for dos
We begin with a toast, end
like
See what a day is like when you be my a-alike
Girl just lay back, I'll do it the way you like
(Said it's the flyest thing, just the way we swing)
opened up his back
Three more to go, what was four deep
Who were sent on a mission to put him to sleep
He dipped in a Benz, bein pursued by a van
Picked up
Respect my culture! 
Lord please forgive me 
For my days being awful 
Now I'm so flawless 
In how I write 
Through this mic 
Is where I'm able
I feel like a zombie, slumber's beyond me
Nights getting longer, long as luke longley
Smallest sound is like a kombi van, back firing
Was a comedy
I couldn't get jerked
Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk
In the rental until the end of the earth
I'ma be that fellow with the mozzarela
couldn't get jerked
Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk
In the rental until the end of the earth

I'ma be that fellow with the mozzarella
Always
by day looking forward to the end
take me now one by one Senor quitame el dolor
ahorita no quiero jugar hermanita no estoy en el humor
tengo problemas
it goin' for the low

I parted ways with my old self, I'm a new man
New face with a new stone and the blue van
Blew weight on a bad day with my loosies