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Remember the 60's, Vol. 2 [Remember] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · I Remember Buddy/I Remember Russ (Jerry Vale) · We Call It 80's: 100 Songs To Remember (Hutchinson, Hutch) · RAS Portraits (Freddie McGregor) · Portraits (Emmylou Harris) · Portraits on Standards (Stan Kenton) · Piano Portraits (Phineas Newborn, Jr.) · Lifetime Intimate Portraits: Christmas Belles (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Kenton Portraits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portraits (Martin Taylor) – and 90 other albums »


highness'
Soft-focused by death, by history

I am the Limner
I make portraits in miniature
These two girls were separated by two hundred years
But still
please remember me
I want to be remembered this way

Painter would you paint my portrait
I want to be remembered this way
please remember me
I want to be remembered this way

Painter would you paint my portrait
I want to be remembered this way
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine
Sometimes an albatross

Then at eighteen I decided I wanted
To be a commercial photographer
I rented a studio down by the docks
Which I shared with
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait I would stand

And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work
skins like to go to the motels
but your ass won't know to the hotels
Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
A portrait, a self far from ??
My discussion
Someday, somewhere, ever calling
One time, one life, ever falling 

Chorus:
And will you remember
The flowers in the fields?
And will you remember
Someday, somewhere, ever calling
One time, one life, ever falling

[Chorus]
And will you remember
The flowers in the fields?
And will you remember
Now the book is called Stories from the Nerve Bible and what I mean by the Nerve Bible is the body. And parts of the body appear and disappear
One hundred dollar bills

Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill
Go numb until I can't feel, or might pop this pill
Stock markets just
and the laughter
The last thing they remember

Then the next day how will you know your enemy
By their colour or your fear
One by one we can cage them in your
never end
And I prayed to God last night
Just before I went to bed

Even now I can't remember
A single word He said
If I live to be one hundred
If
All those years are passed by and lost
And I don't want to remember again
Faces and memories, stars without life
Like absent shadows or vain empty
of the dead tonight
People are being forced to live like animals
We are desperate
No one says the federal government is doing a good job
And hundreds
None who remember
None who would take me home

I miss the bees, I miss the honey
I miss them humming by the flowered vine
My time is short now, I feel it
Remember how rich
... a bitch?
I know men that won't stand piddle
What do you know?

I offer you kingdoms
And hundreds of children
I
Yeah through the promise land

Promised Land I picture Porsche's
Basquiat Portraits
Pinky Rings realistic princesses
Heiresses bunch a Kings and Queens
Victoria, Victoria I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!

It's been a long time now since high school days
But when I
you by
Turn your ears to the weatherman
Saying it be colder in December
Get your boots and your
It's been the same for years
So I remember

Ooh,
trust. 
Stabbed in the back by a bitter secret. 
A portrait painted black. 
Shed these butterfly wings. 

Regain your larval state. 
My heart is
your life and those pictures of how you were. Security replaced my portrait anyway.
Remember, when I told you so. I'm learning to let go.
I'm learning
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this
thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this