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Is the ride worth it if no dips and twists through it
The road got bumps and ridges it ain't always swiss movement
Watching people play God and bring

On the ridge of Hammersmith and Energy Hill
That bullet out of nowhere shot between us
And we laughed... and went on frying

Then that day we saw

and hate
The coin is the same
Flip, face it. We came to beef up the basics
From a culture born in a basement
Hip hop, the road we walk, the way we talk

divide

For so long I have labored at this bridge
Built it not upon opinion, but on truth
Yet you can see it only as a ridge
And you take my words

a glider
I'm a windy ridge slider
I'm a glider yeah

Concrete poured over forgotten hills
The sunset glows on the Bow Road River Mill
Evening falls over

that
Waffle House on White Ridge Road
After stumblin' to 2nd Avenue on a
Saturday tryin' to find your crew
Struggle carved up Nashville for a
While when

We brought the living, brought our ghost
Crossed a bridge; took that road
We walked on white sands by the sea
Found your boat bound for the Hebrides

we're bound to retrieve it
Lee, get over here
What is it?
Is that Adam
Just sailed by Devil's Ridge, us scoundrels we like to
What?! What are you both

Ridge cve Library, with Dorcas, a treasure by my side,
The shoobz with Godwin, laughter shared, and memories to abide.

cfter school, at the bus stop,

with bullets buzzing by
And aces up my sleeve 
Now I can't show my face from here to Santa Fe
And folks back home all wanna know 
Why I turned out this

I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches

I've been on the road
Dealing with my pain through the heat and the cold
Tryna get a deal from a Drake or a Cole
Ain't nobody coming to help me shove

A dozen odd socks 
On the floor, in the hall, 
By a cardboard box
Full of 8x10s of the Oak Ridge Boys
The Statesmen and the Vocal Band
I guess you can see,

down this road
Can't find my way like a maze
Swerve this shit and crash
Get distracted by my brain
Filling up my gas tank
I'm smoking trough my pain

down this road
Can't find my way like a maze
Swerve this shit and crash
Get distracted by my brain
Filling up my gas tank
I'm smoking trough my pain

Rebecca Wild

The Walkabouts

Watermarks

2002

Gathered by the riverside
The current pulls one hundred years 
Each way

Savin' souls and singin' songs
They beg and smile, but
Murder just

Coming Up

New Model Army

Lost Songs

2002

Ridge
We'll pull the car to the side of the road
And watch the shooting stars and all the city spread below
We'll be cheek to cheek and all those things

whims, then I'm penetrable
Hmm, ayt
Give me just one night
Play by the rules, only move if the green light
Hit, then vroom
The four pipes, they brrrrr
Ke

Bring it down
Live it up, I can't get enough
Bring it down, Bring it up
Live it up, cause my time ain't done

Third time, walking a ridge
Crack! falling

glistening
The rippled ridges of its veins and sagging skin
What became of the woman I used to know
Transformed into a penis by Jerome

The abomination came

Adjacent to the Latex Gerbil

Restrained by a mildewed bathrobe, standing before a mirror, with
pupils affixed to a glint of light which penetrates

way while they're wandering
I asked Atlas how he takes the weight
And questioned if pain dissipates
He told me I'll be served a plate
But to shatter it

say, discard the pain, you finally get it it's hard to take
When police make a carcass rain, the Karmas taste is charred remains.
You know, turn your

A pain that started in my heart, a throbbing in my soul
Tears I won't let out, now filling up in my eyes
The trust that I have breached, the cause