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Hopkins, Beck, Newman, Stewart, Wood) 
Hangman, hangman, slack your noose
Slack it, oh slack it
Slack it for a while

There ain't no use in your
draggin up behind
Roll on down Poor Valley turn right at Fisher's Creek
There's a bonfire on Newman's Ridge, soon we're gonna be

Dancin' in God's
Use it up
Use it all up
Don't save a thing for later
If there's music out there laying in wait
To pounce and drain every ounce if you
Wait
an orchestra band 
You know I love you, yes it's true
And there's nothing in this whole wide world I wouldn't do 
There's a sacred trust that is sealing up my
the storm

And I should know by now
I should know by now
I hear them call it out all around
Oh, they go
There's nothing to believe in
Hear them,
Just
[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
grabs my arm 
And I respond, what’s goin' on?	 (aa-oo)

Thomas, we are engaged in a battle for our nation’s very soul
Can you get us out of the mess
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And he keeps it, keeps it way out
A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out

So when your children quarrel and nothing seems to quell
Dante thomas & inessa

Shadows falling, baby
We stand alone out on the street
Anybody you meet
Got a heartache of their own
(it oughtta be legal)
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
alley-ways and passages of London]
And there's a tap by a reservoir, leading to a stream,
That turns into a river estuary that eventually opens to the sea
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
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
of the radio by my bed with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds...
When I was in school I ran with a kid down
on the Gospel of Thomas
You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat
And this book you once read
Says there's less people dead
At this point now than those who
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
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
Mobile Alabama DJ 

Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar 
They call it
[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
Askin' why Joe wanders out no more

What will the kitten do, mother, all alone
Will he stop from his frolic for the day
Will he lie on his rug by
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
Drove way out to a cinder block house
I walked in like a Thomas in doubt
Saw a man in a reptile suit
With a rattling sound
Whoa no, whoa no
I can't
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
familiarize you with.

The so called weirdos in this country stand as completely freaked out by the normal man as the normal man is completely freaked out by