Lyrics:
a Winnie-the-Pooh scarf as of yet
But I'm getting one so stay away from me
I'll spray three-eighths and I'm
Not even crazy not even lately
Feel so calm so you can't
to give your family your time
If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you
lend you a hand
Here in this quiet town
The first crop of hay is up
School let out and the sun beats down
Smoke billows from a Sunday train
That
They know they can't let nobody
Tell 'em they can't do it
They know they gotta lead the best version of themself
They know they can't get let down by
away
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by the rope down at Cherokee Bend
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by
somebody new I thought I never would
Forget you for I thought then I never could
But time has taken all the pains away
Until now I'm down to hurtin' once
the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around
scenes
Golden means
In divine proportion
Transmissions from Sun
'Til it steams vapors by the ton
Into the air
Where you'll float without a care
And forget
down with feet of lead
And the sun shines down upon
The old man whose days are done
For a martyr has been taken
He is old Juan de la Cruz
And a century
“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”
I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold
head too much, I shut down too
I ain't there too much, I'm a complex soul
They layered me up, then broke me down
And moralities dust, I lack in trust
[Starting Verse]
Down in Dixieland, where the spirits high
Alabama country, beneath that southern sky
Melodies playin', on an acoustic guitar
Singin'
But for that be, I must kneel
And give it all away
Lay my body down
To be worked upon
Unlocking doors that I barred up
And leave no stone unturned
For
on door to ask the old codger
Akin asks her dad and he
Makes a little speech
But all he gets is a no
Like a kick in the teeth
'Cause his grandad's from
a point,
We're a treacherous trio, we're the serious joint!
A-From sun to sun and from time to time
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they
the lights go down in a theatre, it makes me see why I trusted her
I’m surprised at my gentleness, I feel alive
Like a ricochet from an acoustic chamber with
on Judgment Day
After midnight, if you still wanna meet
I'll be at the Black Horse Tavern on Armageddon Street
Two doors down, not that far a walk
I'll hear
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,
waiting and hoping
The door will be open to them
On Ellis Island, day after day
On Ellis Island, time slips away
From Ellis Island, day after day
Cast down from decadence
We dance the night around
Blindly grasping at the shadows
Cast by indifferent astres
Despondent, broken and listless
Wandering
through it all
Sun up Sun down
Niggas know where I'm at right now
Niggas know where I'm at right now
Low pro 10 toes whoa
Can't stop won't stop
Hope you
naked, there's nothing to hide
Come carry my grievances down to the shore
Wash 'em away in the tumbling tide
I heard two cows in a conversation
One
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
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