Lyrics:
overhead is a Spitfire…
War Correspondent 2:
… takes the form of an all out air offensive against their forward positions and this attack is in progress
tongues...
Baalthus VANE: By all the gods of war! Stand fast, hounds of the Imperium!
'Tis true, steel is no use against this ignoble magical trickery!
down
To the next generation
Bringing people to their knees, they're full of desperation
Causing more devastation like the last administration
Choking up
Nights like this
I feel myself
I pop my wrist
To undo my belt
I got my clique
I love myself
I bust that lick
I get that belt
Now I go away
Go away
the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly
fellow Americans.
This is America's day. This is democracy's day. A day of history and hope, of renewal and resolve. Through a crucible for the ages,
of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This
is the secret I have carried with me for all these
years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true
love,
The last thing you see is the look in my eyes and it's haunting
I'm leaving you here to bleed out on the concrete
They could tell pretty quick by the way
have died
I guess I forgot
To mention it
He's alone
In his house out there
far far away
He sleeps with his eyes open
He was so sad last night
In this
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
yonder? go
This voyage more than once? yea twice or thrice--
As oft as needed--last, returning rich,
Become the master of a larger craft,
With fuller
working in
This time i think about it in macro
I feel like Elton John
Just made "Tiny Dancer"
He just made that shit like last night
Jimi Hendrix just
is the last night you will see my face.
Left alone I've wandered in this place all night.
This has to be the only way to make this right.
Surely if I
The Heifer
In the name of God, the Gracious, the Merciful.
1 Alif, Lam, Meem.
2 This is the Book in which there is no doubt, a guide for
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
the soul, something smooth for the people, you know
And then last but not least, the element of water EP, which is this one
This project, man, like water just
Damnnnnn
This is Alan Type Beat?
Damn, motherfucka
This some Alan shit right now, man
Play, ayy
Play that motherfuckin' clap
Play some floatin', bro
a philostopher 'n see what he says!
Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone
Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By
up a 50p coin
And Alan Bennet called you a knob
He's got a point
Is it true Philip Larkin
That you stayed up late last night
To watch Wrestle Mania
guitaring
Would you look at all these spies
But they can't see me, I took out their eyes
Replace with some he's, so all they see is eh's
But I will never
life
No I don't gas light
I'm on my zone right
I'm in my home nights
With my own last Vic
This Is my last fight
Check if the cash light
Get your own ass
the primeval ice
countless aeons ago, now bathed in diaphonous incandescence by this storm of
lucent stellar power, their mindsearing meaning at last becomes
the land
Blue eyes open stiffly
Extend their violet hand
One last night is all I ask
A final kiss, a last romance
One last night is all I wish
To curse
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