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Wilco (The Album) [LP/CD] (Wilco) · Wilco (The Album) (Wilco) · Down With Wilco (The Minus 5) · Down with Wilco (The Minus 5) · Le Bar Américain: Live at the Bar (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bar 4 Bar: The Street Album (T-Nutty) · Contemporary Country: The Mid '80s (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fresh: Mid-Tempo, Vol. 1 (Vital Sound Productions) · Sounds of the Eighties: The Mid-'80s Take Two (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mid Summer Megamix 2004 (Ben Liebrand) – and 90 other albums »


over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein' hot
It's about if you can handle bein' cold or not

And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We
The wind has gone
The invisible come
Your memories are being run

The mountain scarred
By invisible bars
The stillness is on guard

Oh, the wind will
The wind has gone
The invisible come
Your memories are being run

The mountain scarred
By invisible bars
The stillness is on guard

Oh, the wind will
Uh
Hey, hey what to say
Intend to stop me this given day.
And oh, don't live in fear.
Set the mid bar that visits here.

Uh, It's gonna take
eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

Still blastin' away
Spit and put
go wrong
By these standards, I can't even put a Kangol on
My ego's big, I'm crazy, I could do Cee Lo's gigs
Kush homeboy, zero mids
Who gives
In catalonian bars
They were pulled from a sinking ship
And saved for last

On the waterfront the rain
Is pouring in my heart
Here the memories
placed on stools hanging on the bar 
trying to avoid the brothers 
by looking in another direction. 

Among the other places they took care of 
-
her that her dad is worried
And want her to know

[Chorus]

Well the days dragged by without a word from her
And it looked like she might not be
I've been looking in churches and looking in bars
Thought that I saw you in the oncoming cars
It was your reflection cast off by the light
And into
I was drunk at the pulpit, I knew it was wrong
And I left in mid-sermon tempted by a bar-house song
The pews creaked and shifted as they turned
Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
Taking time off from his work around the home
He sits down and finds a message by the phone
Thinking back to what he said to her last night
It's not
of trash 
Spewing from First One's unskilled lips 
That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go quickly limp 
She pimps her innocence as Second One
the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
Anf from the plains of Foyal Meath strong men came hurrying through
and bar talk then declare them the truth. 
We salvage our sermons from message boards and scene reports. We come on to the youth. 
We try out new
screaming for peace
Brothers behind bars fighting with the beast
Third world countries plus the Mid East
We all gon die if the battles don't cease
most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of auber,
In the misty mid region of weir,
It was down by the dank tarn of auber,
In the ghoul-haunted
can never let it walk on by
Why do I feel so high when it strikes mid-knight in shining armor
Cybernetic snake charmer
All you can get
Your sweat
verbals & graphic grammar 
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama 
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer 
All across the planet niggas crumble like
arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice 
Stepped into the country bar flippin' strictly ebonics 
Fell upon a M-A-S-H unit wounded 
I practically froze
I walked into this bar
And the man refused;
He said, "We don't serve strangers
In blue suede shoes; 
We don't give credit, and
We don't give way
...I mean, it doesn' matter 'oo it is, I mean, the message gets through.
Steve: 	(recorder clicks on mid-sentence)...anyways, 'e did not deserve
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for