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Le Vent Tourbillon: Conte Musical Pour Instruments À Vent (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dans le Soleil et Dans le Vent (Nana Mouskouri) · Club Tenco, Vol. 1: Vent'anni Di Canzone d'Autore (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Club Tenco, Vol. 2: Vent'anni Di Canzone d'Autore (Pino Daniele) · Vent [CD/Maxi-Cassette] (Sevynn) · Vent Fou (Jorane) · Vent (Caliban) · Vent D'Ete (Zachary Richard) · Que du Vent (Les Cowboys Fringants) · Vent (Sally Anthony) – and 90 other albums »


TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM 

NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE 

EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES 

You would'nt look so damned surrealist 

If
a rotting sick that I don't need
To pene-vent your interro-gration
I can believe I'm saying this
I'll live with my regrets
I'll die by my decisions
I'm not
Discontent with time ill spent time has come and time has went
Now you vent while you torment why resent ? misrepresent
The scene between the lean and mean
this sitting down, I won't be pushed around,
I've got one life to live, I've got so much I have to give
And all this information, fed to us by
the summer dust burning in the vent
It's just another thing that brings
your memory back to me
I think that Sara knows I'm troubled
By that scent, she
They taught him right and what to believe
How to live by the rules
They all restrained his hungry heart,
With time he would conceive

Walked
Lives and deaths blending
The ground opened in the cemetery
Shaking crosses and graves

The two armies have been united by fire
In the mist
the summer dust burning in the vent
It's just another thing that brings
your memory back to me
I think that Sara knows I'm troubled
By that scent, she
the sleeping past
Control

Cannot stem the angry tide
Crushed by hatred's weight
There's sorrow for those who have died
Random lives to obviate

Revenge
Uh, ay
Solo on a stretch tryna catch a check, patch a debt
Four more in the set, windows plus the vent, so Midwest
Super live I sort of death-defy
(Feel me baby, it's on)

Uh, I was launched off the block, straight to the top
To yachts with helicopters, I'm so hot
Paparazzi, blinded by the rocks
at three and in the end leave it as it is
Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi
Leaving are fixed lunatics who will hawk
Words are sent to the vents of humans
name
I'll be coming yes I'm running oh I'm on my way
Just stay and I'll be there by the break of day

Look for me through the wind and rain
Thunder
?Sileste?
3:by our orchestra, Paul Sileste
1:rego maestro, allee
2:prego maestro, vada
3:please maestro, go
1:suno otto, suno otto di catania
2:sono Otto,
Today was unexpected
Nothing here is how I left it
Each day that passes by just seems to feed the lie
Closing in around me; makes it so hard
position and vent to ya'll but
40 Mom always say
Don't ask permission, just ask forgiveness, you know, so
Forgive me
Yea
Yeah I say

Uh
And life is so insane
y'all in this position and vent to y'all but
Forty mom always say, "Don't ask permission, just ask forgiveness"
You know, so, forgive me.
Yeah, yeah
the Mary Ellen Carter rise again

All spring, now, we've been with her on a barge lent by a friend
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice I've had
to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering?
of innocent of lives
Lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'?
Gotta pay rent
Bring dollars in
By the bodega
Iron under my coat
Feelin' braver
Pockets filled with
A lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent
Lot of innocent of lives
Lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'?
Gotta pay rent
Bring
to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering?
of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag
after me)

[Killah Priest]
I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
Shed a tear for
Uhh, that's right
Uhh, know what it is

I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers
You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters
Run up in