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Graven Image (Jandek) · Mirror Image, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mirror Image, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ragnarok Online: Game Image Song (Ceui) · True Image (Jarmo Savolainen) · Soul Jazz Records Presents: TV Sound and Image (British Tv, Film and Library Composers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Public Image (Public Image Ltd.) · The Image Has Cracked (Alternative TV) · In Our Image (The Everly Brothers) · Ton Image (Ben Ricour) – and 90 other albums »


yourself into that minute

My teacher said time is elastic
I wonder just what
I’ll find in it

Images, images, images, images
Arranged against a blank
it makes me mad 
You gather your stones by stoopin' so low 
Then shatter my image with the stones you throw 

If you live in a glass house, don't throw
, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water

40 different ways, 40 days, 40 nights
40 on the side, 40 thieves in the night
Been in
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in the club
One
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in
and then
[01:10]I lose my concentration to some twister again
[01:17]and I point mute in shrunken suit like all your
[01:22]weathermen
[01:25]now feeling
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in
as far as I can see 

Being a school mam 
Long holidays in the summer 
Being a school mam 
Free milk in your coffee break 
Being a school mam
The desert wind blowing your hair back
Window down, town after town
Where will we be in half a century?
Two down and forty eight to go 

The sun rises in
and fame
Everything that I dreamed of to get a start in life's game
But suddenly it happened I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
They said that it was snowing in astounded tones upon the news.
I wonder why they're always so surprised 'cause every year it snows.
Frozen images
My home ain't in the hall of fame
You can go there but you won't find my name
And my songs don't belong on top forty radio
I'll keep the old back
Man, condemned again
Created at the image of pain

Beast conceived in the spirit
Such is your instinct supreme
Prince in all of this world
She done put her reparations in a handbag
He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
Lasting image is frozen in time
I see the sky and live another day
Unending journey fueled by the energy
I feel the pressure suffocating me

Find
As I look at the world
I begin to dream of the future
What's next to be
Your love so strong for everyone
You made us all in your image

And you
departed man

Shrouded in anger encompassed by pain
He was your best friend and you will never ever ever see him again

Now Mary's out the door with
the morning and I've only done one song
20k on champagne in the club, then 20k more just because
That's 40k in three hours but everybody watching my section
in the morning
And I've only done one song
20k on champagne in the club
Then 20k more just because
That's 40k in 3 hours
But everybody watching my
from Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his Ma
When she told him that he should go to school.
Well He'd stay away in the afternoon, take a little walk
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh

[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
Blasted by your senses, bombarded by your images.
Look me, look me in the eye.
Wrapped up in tour tenses, locked into your wrenches.
Look me, look