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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) · One Thousand Six-Hundred Sixty-One Seconds of Del Shannon (Del Shannon) · Runaway/One Thousand Six-Hundred Sixty-One Seconds (Del Shannon) · One Thousand Reasons To Stay...One Reason To Leave (Paper Moon) · Del Shannon Sings Hank Williams/One Thousand Six-Hundred Sixty-One Seconds of Del Shann (Del Shannon) · Coleman Hawkins and His Orchestra/Benny Carter and His Orchestra (Coleman Hawkins) · Romantic Piano and Orchestra: His Piano and Orchestra [Reader's Digest] (Henry Mancini) – and 90 other albums »


I was born and raised by the sea, Shy yet proud, 
Learned to stay away from the crowd 
In my home, my lighthouse
101 steps , round and down 
New
event
For we know that we face the eternal night
Our fragile lives are pulled by the strings
Of every impluse and desire
The cruel unknown may be
the night

Lights are passing below you
Northern France, asleep in their beds
Storm is raging around you
A million to one, that's what he said

Reaper
Well down through the ages woman's had a time
Tryin' to get her man to walk the chalk line
To keep him on a string with a kiss and a hug
But there's
fraud now you barred
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
of cosmic dust I make my way
Blinded by a thousand dying suns
And through the grayest hole where a million realities exist
I find where strip upon itself
A thousand motels waiting to trash
Tv dinners, well I love that bash
And if you Eddie, just say hi
This party's open so drop on by

All your dreams will
A thousand motels waiting to trash
Tv dinners, well I love that bash
And if you eddie, just say hi
This party's open so drop on by

All your dreams will
the ruckus the motherfucking ruckus
Thousands of cut throats and purse snatchin' fucks
Straight from the brain  I'll be givin you the pain anger
Comin' from
of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a golden age foretold

The night was black with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear
Moving
the Nightstick's heart pumps lemonade
And whiskey keeps a blind man talkin' all right
And I'm the only one who knows just where he stayed last night

He was in
said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a passion
For the songs you write and play
But you lack what we all call
the merry minuet
The yellow moon has set in the midsummer night

Come my pretty Oberon trip, trip
Come and sing a summer song trip, trip
I know a bank
speechless
Like no-star Sneetches, like
Brain cells sucked by leeches
Short Beach is the best bash
If I was a woman, I'd demand a tongue-lash
Be tall
touched, John John 

Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush 
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold 
As we move on, saga unfold 
Captivated by a saga
wondering, yes I does my thing
And another thing, no puppet strings
Oh the company, we sucker free
I ain't trippin' on what the public think
Ten thousand
twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string
What was he trying to prove, who was he trying to impress
Why did he build it, how did he do, it was
twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string
What was he trying to prove, who was he trying to impress
Why did he build it, how did he do, it was
when no one else was happening
Evolved the species, and had patience
Wrote the scroll in thousands of languages
Came with us to fight against a giant
when no one else was happening
Evolved the species, and had patience
Wrote the scroll in thousands of languages
Came with us to fight against a giant
speechless
Like no-star Sneetches, like
Brain cells sucked by leeches
Short Beach is the best bash
If I was a woman, I'd demand a tongue-lash
Be tall
and he'd sing me one last song 
With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night 
Three handsome four string troubadours 
And Newton's own Fat
'm conscientious by design
To reach the heights of academe,
To be the captain of the tea,
To CEO a thousand who
Will do the things I say to doAnd I will make
were posted
By Chevron
Meanwhile a budget was placed in our hands
As the deadline in the sand came to an end
So much for the peace dividend
One
rough With me, that Night flow
Hoes blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white whip sit
Like a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write