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Severed head oil paintings
Glassy eyes and rage 
When talk is very small
My made-up-multi-platinum 
I go around in circles
Son, turn the engine

the wayside
Puttin new food on the plate
Ya circulate new soil
Fill ya lamps now full of oil
Savin all the leftovers
Wrap em up in tinfoil
Deny the realness

And it's just that I'd expect such important news
Delivered by someone in shiny shoes
A dark wood desk, a banker's lamp, such warm space
Not cinder

dont Rust
Hedge
That We standing under
Prayin that we grow
In understanding
Strong in the faith
Only way we with standing
His word my brother and sisters

midnight approaches
Tick tock knock knock buckle up trim your wicks
Be not deceived midnights approaching

Gather your lamp and oil

Look up He's coming

through the sweat I shelve a painting and I'm good
It's an aqua figure in my lamp post
It's an aqua figure in my lamp post, and it's burning
Feverish

Call me Jesse Eisenberg cos I just robbed the bank
You'd think I'm with the army when I pull up in that tank
Cookin up that thc oil so the house

the dark

There was dream that I kept in a lamp oil jar
Buried in the yard by the swing set post
Written on the face of a jack of clubs
That i carried until

the house made of wood
The creaking in the walls, the smell you want to know
The oil in the lamp stand it keeps burning

The body holds the sounds of the past

made it to the porch and front door wasn't far
Sat her in her blanket turned the doorbell ran away
Oil lamps came on with very little delay

What have I

to the cave is guarded
By a statue of Saint Germain
Holding an oil lamp with a purple flame
Shuffling down the dark corridor
Chasing the voice of the orator

enough
Tell me why
The bottle neatly in my pocket is never dry
It's like the oil lamp I've used too many times
And I can't help sharing your disguise

while standing in the cold waters of Yamuna.
I was admiring the lamps on your palace,
and I did not feel the chillness at all.
Oh! Is it so?
You are not

light the lamp
I need some oil
To steer the boat I need two oars."
The sisters said, "Money can buy you oil
And a friend can man an oar."

Nana Peazant plant flowers in a trance
Oil in wicker lamps
If by chance see the flicker dance
Like a nigga dance, do the Jim Crow
Let the limbs blow

Nana Peazant plant flowers in a trance
Oil in wicker lamps
If by chance see the flicker dance
Like a nigga dance, do the Jim Crow
Let the limbs blow

ready
A city on a hill
Cannot be hid
Jesus said that's the way
My life has got to be lived
Let the world know
Let them taste and see
That by My love

the back
On the bang flat out in top

My only fear in an understeer
Would I get her stopped at the dock
Rojo honey got the hammer to the floor
And if

that time it's too late
You locked in
Abba I know that u watchin
Father you know that I'm locked in
I got my sword,
If we finna go to war
Father you know

renewed
To your Church you are the Groom
Can't be fooled by perfume
Oil's needed in our lamps
Otherwise we'll never stand
Holy Spirit's in command
And we're

I'm Beginning to See the Light

Mildred Bailey

The Mildred Bailey Radio Shows: Original 1945 Broadcasts

2004

came and caused a spark
That's a four-alarm fire, now

I never made love by lantern shine
I never saw rainbows in my wine
But now that your lips are

But let me ask you my friend, at the end what do you win
You pictured yourself at the mountain top
You kept running till your breath ran out
In eternity

keeping me alive
Is there something I must achive
Before the day I die
I passed the torch to better men
That grew before my eyes
But every lamp that's

this sword in my pocket it show
Ohh it show Chink
I'm preaching the scripture it's really ga show
I do this for Jehovah Nissi
Not the false hov
Ba I'll