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man
Drinking coffee in the morning with your in your hand
So annoyed by the rules strict government lockdown
But you don't even know the meaning

I look upon the window
Hoping for a new dawn
Wanting her to hold hands
Fingers wrapped around mine
What happened to those days?
Went past like

a chauffeur?
Underneath the ceiling
Molded by the syphilis

Begone from these demons I raise my hands
Met with silence
I forget my own decrepit Place
Left with

wonders if he might just be insane
The other's just a bully, a sadist pure and plain
With an itchy trigger finger who gets off inflicting pain
And as this

get caught up in them isms
Cannot box me in this
So called activists
Only stick to the script
Fake mad on Facebook
Finger-fighting for shit
I'm from

Mic check one 
Mic check two
Y'all, where ya going? Follow me into the night
Yo, hustle Downtown for the crown delight
Get a shine on tonight in

Happy wedding day
My little boy went away
And his mama
Cried the tears I tried to hide

He took his bride
By the hand
Went off to be a man
There'll be no

all about the mad rush?
Or have you just gone insane?
Out there hanging by a thread
Just one hand like a psycho game

Dear God
Oh pathetic me
If only i have eyes to see
Rain strikes and shadow raises near grave tree

I know i will meet you surrounded by grass
Where

breathing
Hickies on your neck
Finger giving
You're so pleasing
I don't see your face

We rip of your dress
It's not time to rest
My hands on your hips
His

too black to put in words
He could hardly move his fingers
Neither conscious nor asleep
As two hands from underwater
Pulled him down into the deep

WICKED QUEEN 
written by Leon Howse / Gerry Madden / J.P. Proulx

You think your grip is so tight, but we fall between your fingers 
And it’s hard

going far I'll be home by noon

Dave was a very good friend of Bob's
He took Bob's car and would speak to Charlotte
Dave nor Charlotte nor anyone else

You were cracking all your fingers
With your eyes fixed to the floor
Sound it echoed down the street
By the monument you hear
Man is screaming

inside
A mistake by one young vampire who just sought a place to hide
One tried to chop the garlic but shrieked and pulled away
While another spilled

fingers point the way. And as the steps ahead are whispered through the hollow skull, I will follow. Yes I will follow!Upon the thorny path into

Open our hands up
Curling our fingers 
Grabbing flat change from
Old tracks the trains run on
Run on, run on

His fishing chest, with
Your clunky

What brought us here
We no longer fear,

(Forgive me, oh father,
for I have sinned -
I can't put it together again.
What's been broken by these
Hands

finger never crash
Steer when I drive in her
Damn
Love when she leave make her cum again
She ain't know a Maybach was a Benz
Baby you could link
Baby
Oh my

It's a star-soaked ladder,
Two beating hearts.
It's a dagger rising in the dark.

I've been watching ships go under.
Cold fingers drag the captain

Wrapping your finger around mine, holding your hand
Touching the flesh of my spine. I dissolve into sand
grasping the pieces of my mind like you can

Velvet Fog

Tindersticks

Genre-Fest, Vol. 1

1998

performed by the Walkabouts and Tindersticks
Don't ask for favours
And don't risk the truth
My fingers are scissors
They're cutting you through

it finish
Love's not hate and love's not a cynic
Love's not seen on Jerry Springer or expressed by middle finger
And love is rarely captured in

Low low low low
Blow a kiss and away we go

I wiggle my fingers up to the sky
I flap with the birds as they fly by
Im dancing with the jellyfish nice