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of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if
of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
it's Your blood

What can wash away our sins?
What can make us whole again?
Nothing but the blood
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can wash us
Over Trinidad and the little Islands
Then over St. Thomas and over Portland
And over Negril mon by Westmoreland
And St. Elizabeth mon to Claredon
Mendocino County thought I saw Thomas Pinchen at the end of the bar
But that's just Rob Brezsny writing his real astrology column

Headed up the coast with
want nothing from you anymore hollywood is
High sunset's
Low do not ask
Why thomas guide says
So I wanna
Fun fun it always
Lets me down and I don't wanna
the boy away
Just fourteen and never been kissed but Harry's world held sway
He lit the fire he cooked the food they headed Whitfield way
Hold them horses
Blood blood blood
Where do the boys lie
Mud mud mud
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood

But I lived a blind life
A white face in prison
But
, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Now by this I'll overcome
Now by this I'll reach my home
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
Jesus it's Your blood

What can wash away our sins?
And what can make us whole again?
Nothing but the blood
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

And what can
happen here
But it has happened here
I remember nothing that I memorized (The cockroach cops are crawling on a battle ground)
I got my education from
The stars, one by one, they're a-foldin'
My children will go
As soon as they grow
Oh, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]

It's early in the morning
And the birds are singing high in the sky
I'm watching the sun arise
For the first
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]

Hear the thunder, see the lightning
Feel the rain comes poring down
Hear my heart beat, see my anger
Feel
an ounce of you double K
Full of Eastern (promised)
Without a doubting (Thomas)
Polynesian Raj Matazz

Nothing older than time nothing sweeter than wine
Your light was taken by the killing knife

She’s been lonely and forgotten ever since
But her beauty in the night light will remain
She’s been lonely
bodies are blameless

You cried when we kissed
It was nothing but shadow and mist
Two illusion who touch in a trance
Making love not by choice, but by
, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Now by this I'll overcome
Now by this I'll reach my home
Eliza (work)

Daddy said to be home by sundown

Daddy doesn’t need to know

Daddy said not to go downtown

Like I said, you’re free to go
But
bodies are blameless
You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist
Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by
bodies are blameless
You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist
Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by