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on your voice and 
The sound of the train passing by
Drown it with my guitar and
The reputable sigh

You've got a ticket
A taxi stands by
We don't have time

Always by my side
I can see you at the park
Slipping down the slide
Near your people in the dark
While we sleep

Magical fibers in the air
Magical fibers

space
When I looked into your eyes
I visage to break the mind
Forgotten how to fly
Now we're out of time

Back to square one, no flare gun
No map, no air

Find
Skyscraper high
If I Don't
Then it's still skies that
I'm scraping by

So not scraping by
But change in my pocket
Not Obama
But Hussein
If who

outta zip lock
Pulling strings wit no guitar
Floating looking at stars

Big dreams quick shemes
By any means
Mixed in we off scene
All black didn't speak

Singing the words you say to me
Life slips on by, I enjoy the breeze

I can't breathe the same air anymore
You let it out the front door

You are

You said it's okay
肩並べ
Singing la la la la la
寄り道も
坂道も
Together la la la la la
出会ってから
始まってた
君と colorful magical days
どんな日も
You stay by my side
繋いだ左手

the window I fling
Like I'm watched by the pit boss
A feeling in my gut like Rick Ross
Chips in the air chuck a deuce and get lost
I don't give a fuck
I was

Follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

key with the neighbor
Switch off gas and electricity
Reports high cloud and clear weather ahead
Little sign of air turbulence
The wings glinted
Three

- He should be here by now

Drinking people in the party air
Naked pilgrims with tangles in their hair

One day you'll watch me
One day you'll seduce

of the magic you make
Decisions just flow from you lighter than air
Crisp and seditious and vicious but fair

Singin' Stand and deliver right down to your boots

Ziltoidia attacks Ships are in the air Everything goes rushing by We're in your atmoshpere  Ziltoidia attacks No conceit anywhere You better believe he's

CALL FOR A MELODY
IT RISES TO CLOUDS ON HIGH
INSPIRED BY FLUTES AND STEEL GUITARS
CASCADING AS THEY FLY

TO GIVE ME HOPE WHEN NONE IS NEAR
BEYOND THESE

Stupidly Happy

XTC

Wasp Star (Apple Venus, Pt. 2)

2000

won't catch me in 

All the birds of the air call your name as they land on my kitchen roof 
All the fish in the sea do the same if you need extra

undercovers under buzzards
In a mass grave
Sky piss yellow
Last patch of grass ash grey

Flared nostrils Air hostile
Dust cloud blocked by a pair of square

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

Featuring  Frank McComb  
Written by: Mark Simmons, Gregg D. Moore, Zachary Glenn & Bobby Ray Sparks II
SIM SOUNDS 72 (BMI), GREG D. MOORE (BMI),

the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, glowing

Snow setting in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, eyes squinted

Air Force One's, with my own patent in it

Bluebonnets on the hillside
Mellow in the air
Smiles on the faces of people you meet
'Cause they ain't going nowhere

Oh your smile has never been

Come on
I wanna grow my hair, live in Bel Air
Lose my head, keep live snake in my bed
I wanna backstage pass
Drink Bon Jovi's booze for free
I

Angel City

Motörhead

1916

1991

Come on
I wanna grow my hair, live in Bel Air
Lose my head, keep live snake in my bed
I wanna backstage pass
Drink Bon Jovi's booze for free
I

I'd write a hundred songs
Every line on paper and ink
And when the melody's done
I'd get my guitar and sing her this song
The eyes of this goddess
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