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the world was such a simple place 
with music to my ears. 

From Julie Andrews 
to Gerry Garcia 
life was all fun and games 
I was out of my head,
the floor 
And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door 
That's the sound of the glock 
Even D-J House fucked around and go shot 
I done messed around
the floor 
And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door 
That's the sound of the glock 
Even D-J House fucked around and go shot 
I done messed around
the floor 
And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door 
That's the sound of the glock 
Even D-J House f***ed around and go shot 
I done messed around
perched on a piece of wood 
If it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood 
And at home the radio was on 
From Julie Andrews to Jerry Garcia 
Life
Alaska
Music by: Andrew Winn
Lyrics by: Andrew Winn
Appears on: Seed

Welcome to the world of the northern hemisphere
Greet the winds of this
Words and Music by Jackie Gouch?erris and Andrew Gouch?f it wasn't for the times that I was down
If it wasn't for the times that I was bound
For
onewon,
A little bit scary, but fun, did you forget what it's like to be young,

See you standing on the corner, watching lights as the action goes by
Andrew Wood was so young 
It's hard to feel this priest is gone

The heat is up 
The heat is on
The heat is up 
The heat is on
What you do is what
as your sacrifice cuts through me 
Could I ever comprehend the beauty that could have been 

Life in its most perfect form 
Untainted by the ways
[music - Andrew LaBarre]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]

Icy liquid fills your lungs
A gushing salt water sluice
Flushing out your bronchia with vitriol
Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh! Lydia,
Time passed us by
Just when it seemed the fun began... ooh...F

Funny how time flies when you're having fun
Funny how time flies when you're having
a beat to fuck your crew up 
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan 
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs 
And Simon, like I
Time passed us by
Just when it seemed the fun began... ooh...F

Funny how time flies when you're having fun
Funny how time flies when you're having
Smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame
In the place where no one knows me by my name

Where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
And fashion
Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh! Lydia,
Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh! Lydia,
Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh! Lydia,
(Egan)

It's a dead-end job and the money is low,
And the time goes by so slow.
If I stay too long it could bring me down,
So I might as well take
a beat to fuck your crew up 
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan 
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs 
And Simon, like I
Meanwhile Chuckie beats it down the alley by the chicken packer's
By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished
Just a deaf kid talking like Popeye
We can go anywhere, we can be anyone
We can do it quite easily too
We just play 'Let's Pretend'
And we know in the end that it's so much fun to do
Meanwhile Chuckie beats it down the alley by the chicken packer's
By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished
Just a deaf kid talking like Popeye
Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh! Lydia,