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The Flaming Lips 2011 #9: The Flaming Lips with Yoko Ono/Plastic Ono Band (The Flaming Lips) · Scarlet Ribbons (Harry Belafonte) · Black Ribbons (Voices of the World) (Pride of Lions) · Black Ribbons [Deluxe Version] (Shooter Jennings) · In Ribbons (Pale Saints) · "Black Ribbons" (Bullet Version) (Shooter Jennings) · Black Ribbons (Shooter Jennings) · Ribbons (Devics) · When Sunny Gets Blue, Scarlet Ribbons, And Other Songs I Wrote (Jack Segal) · Mot Alle Vindar (Six Ribbons) (Jon English) – and 90 other albums »
on its face They won't make these anymore It's a wooden coach-n-four No-one will even steal it If you leave it by the door No sign to mark it's going
imagination cook She don't play by the rules She don't go by the book All the boys want to know if she's got something to hide All the girls are relieved
Brownson Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking Cold freezer,
rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk With a manner sort of awkward and countenance grotesque The simplicity and shrewdness in his
trips. Rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk With a manner sorta awkward, and countenance grotesque The simplicity
and tied ribbons in his hair. He woke for bare a moment but she wouldn't let him weep. With lips of only roses kissed him down to sleep. So royal loyal
know, sneak it in with they friends at the job Happy hour at the bar while this song is in they car And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed
think about that Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black? O.J. found innocent by a jury of his peers And they been fuckin with that
little mammy, what'll it be? hips or lips? Harry snatches sister ob'dewlla 'x' away from thing-fish, bashing himself with it in an irrational manner.
and spitting basic complex combinatrix, For the agents trying to hack into my Matrix! Five out of ten cases are found with their heads hacked off In several
The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem Lucy was in the sky with diamonds
they're still Black With NV I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song Suckers see me, want to be me, but IÆm creamy and theyÆre
our hands together like Baby with cameras around Manic depressed, drawn to my tool Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less I handle my failures
today, By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human