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Rain, Rain Go Away (Dorothy Squires) · Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain [L.A.'s Desert Origins] (Pavement) · Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain [Deluxe] (Pavement) · Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Pavement) · Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Pavement) · California Rain (The Madden Brothers) · Little Bit of Rain (Fred Neil) · Rain Down (Planetshakers) · After the Rain (Marcos Jimenez) · Blue Drops of Rain (Corey Stevens) – and 90 other albums »


the mayor a giraffe
Try and tempt fate
Get pneumonia
Recuperate with soy bologna

Can you hear the rain a ploppin' slowly
With a soft and soapy thud
the thud 

The outcome was certain the jury was hung 
Their verdict resolved by ruling of thumb 
The judgment was mercy: they tendered the plea
her a letter by my Uncle Thud 
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud 

One day I was riding in a beautiful land 
I run smack into an Indian band
more
When Walter shows with a gun in his drawers
The celebrative bangs and thud, the red confetti of blood

From twiddle-dee to twiddle-dumb
Now chased by the shapes of your vows
Look at the things she allows
Junction fever must have closed down the rail
The gluttonous wind keeps
will survive
Ironically, as you lie there by the side of the road
And can't wait for the sun to come and burn off the cold

When you awake it's still
the name goes by
Not thicker than water nor thicker than mud
And the eight k thuds it does
Sunset so quickly
Let's make it quiet and quickly
Don't frown
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa one of his brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd and I rode away on the Tennessee
Just wait till you get hit by that bullet 

Don't think I ain't thought about it 
But it sure makes my shackles rise 
And cold blood murder 
Make me
As a child he was not there,
Not scared of the flood of the creek
And the thud inside your chest
Clearly calm and keeping terrorized
The ageless
By Jimmy Driftwood

Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't
a letter
By my Uncle Fud
An I rode away
On the Tennessee Stud

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun
And his eyes were green
He had
Got a Glock in the bedside table 
Machine gun leaning by the bedroom door 
Kevlar vest in the closet
Well, I wear it when I go to the store
to say

Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The gentle thud of unrequited love

Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been
debating
Mass existence is the cause of my problems, gotta choose between suicide
And genoicide
I've been impaled by the sins of World Ware Two
Can't sleep
silences 
Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud? 

And the jostling crowd 
You're not allowed to tell the truth 
And the photo booth's
on the Tennessee Stud
I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
Then I rode away
my heart
I've got the candles glowing in the dark
I'm hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree
Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me
Oh, why?
like helpless tears
And what have they done to the rain

Just a little breeze out of the sky
The leaves nod their head as the breeze blows by
Just
as the breeze blows by
Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that
to outwit it, get it
His cape was red, but so was his blood
Man of steel fell with a thud

     Taken out by a villain who's willin' to stand in line
There is nothing like the rain
Time goes by
There is nothing like the rain
Time goes by

There is nothing like the rain
Time goes by
There is
You wear your badge with pride A gun close by your side Just a pig Above the law You motherfucker You think you're big You're fuckin' nothing but a pig
By the way she moves
Ahead of her time
She can't lose
Rain rain rain

You got trouble in mind
Gets deep 'n' worse
Oh please don't stop getting
him and his victim
On the news at 5 o'clock
Exploited by the networks
"Hey kid, you hit the top"
From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot
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