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The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · Your Own, Your Very Own (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Systematic Colours, Vol. 1 (Abysm) · Colours (Graffiti6) · Man of Colours (Icehouse) · Forbidden Colours (Ryuichi Sakamoto) · Flying Colours [Bonus CD] (Bliss N Eso) · Flying Colours (Shad) · Colours (Eloy) – and 90 other albums »


my own grave
You were asking, you, you were asking
And with two steps, I'm saved

Living in colour, living in colour
I can see the paint on your
time, come in rainbow 

Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow 

Five colours: yellow, black and red and green...purple 

Repeat
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
hands that wave 
Double edged-sharp 
Take part and start the flow of the colour red 
Old man Prev, an omen, a legend 
Beats are produced by my
to fall.

Now the sun is rising in the east
Looking for my golden fleece.
Iv'ry skin
Scarlet colour deep
Lips that burn but do not speak.

Three
love to show its head again
White blue and red
My love changed from my head
And left on its own
the E' the coke, n****z
The gauge is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know

This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my
raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one,
and pale

A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale
Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'
Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with...
My
and pale
A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale
Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'

Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with...
brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
on the couch by the TV. 3D visions of a
Soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt
sea
I think of times gone by
And how we used to laugh and cry

Now on my own again
A lonesome highway man
Throwing stones against the waves of time
Yeah, nine millimeter shells, twelve gauge pumps and shit
So nigga, don't bother runnin for your trunk and shit
1-2-3-4 shots from the infra-red
Left
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty

In the north end of town my own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty

In the north end of town my own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours
To become aware of my own sensuality,
I first become fully aware of my own tactile sense.
In dim light, I close my eyes and remove my clothes.

Do I
Red is the colour of virgin blood so pure
For this mind's fire there's only one sure cure
Thirst for maid's liquid of life
Can be stopped by
foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
They took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
And arrows and a paragraph on the back
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty

In the north end of town
My own children are grown
But I was raised up on the other
In the wee hours
to let freedom reign
My homie Red Foxx got played like blocks
Pick em up sticks, jacks and hop-scotch
Aggravation, there's no end to the situation
To become aware of my own sensuality,
I first become fully aware of my own tactile sense.
In dim light, I close my eyes and remove my clothes.

Do I
up on some bread 
Don't get twisted for shit, see I be mashin on my own mission 
Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin 
I heard some,
the following cammand

Poke eighthundredandfiftyeight
One and two
Three and four.
Pressing the backspace indicator

touch one of the red function keys

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