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each new season side by side with you
You can plant your seeds in the spring, I'll harvest every word
We'll learn the songs of Mother Earth from

till the morning light
After we took a cold shower
We huddled close with no power
And I felt just fine
Cause I was by your side

You and me
We're birds

moving from the airport
You are my mother
We've always been the birds
Singing free as we could be
But unconstrained by words

I will run back home
I will

Times up
The hour has struck
Watch your life
Pass by
Memories engraved in stone
Touch your skin
As your heart grows cold
I Hang my head as these

Sweetest song I ever heard
Up and gone 'fore I've even stirred
Leave without saying a word
Is love a bird
Unwelcome guest, unwitting host
Thing I've

into day and his pockets have been emptied by another bird of prey. 
cnd that's alright with Mama, you'll never see her cry. 
While Papa's ring has

We are Military Birds
Drunken Military Birds Always
speaking without words

We are Military, Drunken Military Birds
Floating

Around Seeing Things

And the screams are heard, but he ain't scared:
The right words ignite the spiked urge to fight,
Despite nerves. The bite is quite worse than bark.
This hype bird

you'll hear me and join me on the
Ride to the waters.
Where birds are finding.

Little by little, the voices are swelling.
Can you feel it?
Gathering not

Angel's Delight

Danny Kirwan

Danny Kirwan

1981

Written by danny kirwan.


Oh mother nature is singing a song with the birds
Beautiful rhyme when the sun's up on time
From the hills
When the light

what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin

Workingman's Blues #2

Bob Dylan

Modern Times

2006

There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town
Starlight by the edge of the creek
The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
Money's gettin' shallow

The World Is Filled...

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

of Dom, silk and gators
Spitting words making birds till they flock see you later
Whether, drunk or high, skunk or thai
Nigga play against some player shit,

Preachin' to the Choir

Rodney Crowell

Fate's Right Hand

2003

words
But right now I'm convinced I've more in common with the birds
I'm not ready to retire I'll keep on preachin to the choir

water -- stretching to the sky
Two birds carried on a lullaby -- I remember
You whisper the hardest words to say
While we glide side-by-side away
Smooth

the sky and mountains, fish and birds
And He made you and me

God is Lord, and if you will follow Him
He'll make you a son or daughter of the Living God
By

at the elite 
'Cause plenty birds are my words
Yo, ayy, I'm being transparent
Got nothing to hide 
I move by my spirits
Try'na focus on the objective
Let the art

name
All I ever really wanted
Was to fill the hole inside
And now every bird's melody is haunted
By your soul and pride
What a clever trick
But lying is

like you
Here's what we've got to do
Put our heads together
Like two birds of a feather
Take my spirit and cross the goal line
Victory is certain with

at the elite cos plenty birds are my words yo' aye

I'm being transparent
Got nothing to hide I move by my spirits
Tryna focus on the objective
Let the art speak

There's a white Bird in my rib cage                        
How she whispers in my veins

I'm here 

When you walk on by I have to catch my breath

knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels

What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm

SURPRISE words and music by Brian Campbell registered with SOCAN

Walking along
Sunlight on our skin
Blue sky in our eye
Hand enlaced in hand

Other

12:53
11-29-2023
Standing on your word, took a seat though
I done leveled up my game like a cheat code
This just constant repetition like a free