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baritone, W. Bell - alto, W. Joseph Sr. 
W. Bokes & W. Eugene - trmbs. C. Kerr & E. Thompson
& E. Nash -trumpets. S. Quezergue - shaker.
New Orleans. Watch
baritone, W. Bell - alto, W. Joseph Sr. 
W. Bokes & W. Eugene - trmbs. C. Kerr & E. Thompson
& E. Nash -trumpets. S. Quezergue - shaker.
New Orleans. Watch
baritone, W. Bell - alto, W. Joseph Sr. 
W. Bokes & W. Eugene - trmbs. C. Kerr & E. Thompson
& E. Nash -trumpets. S. Quezergue - shaker.
New Orleans. Watch
Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain 

W. C. Handy
(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis)
From the album Wilderness

[C.W. clears his throat.]
Roy. By C.W. McCall.

[The only musical instrument heard is
In the desert with a bottle of J.D.
The red pipe glows with lines of c.
Things are normal but they won't be soon.
Hairy monsters in the next room.
[Words: W. Süssenbeck / Music: Böhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]

SEE THIS TRAP CLOSE ON YOUR LIFE
FEEL THE THRILL YOU CUT THROUGH FLESH

CRAVING BLOOD
(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis)

Did you see me at Westport Landing
On the wide Missouri shore?
Did you hear the west wind calling
In the spring
that really ever could
Feed, that hunger, I crave it
I love it, I gave it
I shove it in a battery and save it for later
A waiter in the Dorothy C.
to nice to be mean
Well, on the tough-guy style I'm not too keen
Trying to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme
Mario C. likes to keep it clean
to nice to be mean
Well, on the tough-guy style I'm not too keen
Trying to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme
Mario C. likes to keep it clean
to nice to be mean
Well, on the tough-guy style I'm not too keen
Trying to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme
Mario C. likes to keep it clean
Dj Supreme steps on the wild side
Dj Supreme steps on the wild side
Dj Supreme steps on the wild side
Dj Supreme play the field

Dj Supreme feel
much drama, in the YSP
It's kinda hard, being C. W-A-are-D
But I, somehow some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit, like every single day
With
the Dorothy C. Pavilion in '89
I met some weirdoes and had myself a real good time
Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard

Where you got to be hard or get jacked
on history, 
I'll be in the English grammar slammer, 
And I got a C. 
Got a warning last semester, 
Told my mom and that depressed her, 
Promised dad I won't be
into the fields
And she went into the marsh
With a satchel on her back
To find the bats and to find the herbs
While the raven was sitting on her neck
on
John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac
Me and C. Goines, bible material
Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal
Rock you twice, rock your wife
a crew a hog's wit me
And V.I.P. yo from mad dog 20/20
Dub C. chunkin up at 23th
And better go still swiss hangin' like a testicle

Lick 1, 2 to the nose,
a crew a hog's wit me
And V.I.P. yo from mad dog 20/20
Dub C. chunkin up at 23th
And better go still swiss hangin' like a testicle

Lick 1, 2 to the nose,
turn One day the fields will burn One day the seas will churn The fury of out maker's hand

Man is a mistake cast out Shunned and cast down Giving life
Icebergs are scraping big holes across the bottoms 
Of luxury liners across the crooked seas.
Mantises are praying in the dirt in fields of garlic.
Fellas, grab your shoes
Cars and cruise
Ladies, grab a hand
Step in 2's
C. West, Gunnaz
Know 112 is rockin' this

Everybody groovin'
They
love and green stamps
W.C. Fields with Mae West in your eyes
They say every clock's a blunt instrument
Crushing the skull
But you've got a vise to rest
Ah-ah, ah!
Ah-ah, ah!

We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
W