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Home for Christmas with the 101 Strings Orchestra (101 Strings Orchestra) · More of the Best of 101 Strings Orchestra (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Stormy Weekend with 101 Strings Orchestra [4-CD Digipack] (101 Strings Orchestra) · Romantic Night with the 101 Strings Orchestra (101 Strings Orchestra) · Wedding Tracks: Wedding Processionals and Recessionals - Traditional [Instrumental] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wedding Tracks: Wedding Processionals and Recessionals - Contemporary [Instrumental] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Ultimate Wedding Collection [Includes Wedding Etiquette Booklet] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Beautiful Wedding: Jazz for the Wedding Dinner (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Classic Wedding: The Ultimate Collection for a Perfect Wedding (Eduardo Marturet) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [2 Disc] (The Residents) – and 90 other albums »


and lines that speak and say
What we do is what you wish to do

It's all an orchestra of strings,
Doing unbelievable things
Frame by frame,
rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked across barbed strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes
dots and lines that speak and say 
What we do is what you wish to do 

It's all an orchestra of strings, 
Doing unbelievable things 
Frame by frame,
Summers coolin' off by the fire hydrant.
Yeah I'm from the ghetto,
Where old black women talk about they sugar level,
It's not unusual,

To see photos
the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things
The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring
The Ark of the Covenant was held by
and just turns over
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces

Wedding rings come with strings but love depends on the little things
Oh could that still
The calendar was Martin, JFK, & Jesus,
Gotta be fresh
Go to school with fly sneakers.

Schools with outdated books,
We are the forgotten,
Summers coolin' off by
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap

Yo, what the fuck