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a plain of non-material existence.
Although not physical by nature, the result is tangible and the impression is visceral.
Frequency… Vibration… Odyssey.

Op it kaartsje by de doar
Stiet dyn namme en dy fan in oar
En yn it fierste bêd leisto
Mar as 'k oan it fuottenein stean
Fregesto my wa 't ik bin
Ik

of everything and more, but you will never know
This could go away in a week, so don't go hanging rope
Floating in a boat with one oar, but I still see you glow

The liberation of imagination
Is the lock and the key
Blade of the evermore
Guides my blood to distant shores
As the waters part beneath my oar
The radiation of my

I was once like you are now, lost and alone
Couldn't find my way home
In these deep waters I would drown
Far from the shore, in a boat without oars

It's not, going to stop
I'm trying to hold on
To my little rock,
Whilst I'm battered by waves.

But you can't see, 
From your little cave,
You're

of the water's surface broken by this boatman's oars
Cast my words along the south wind
Carry them to where they'll lie
Would it make a difference if you hear me

the work flow my mind is moving the oars
And I ain't never gunna stop even when I do make it
I be on the up and up like economic inflation
My feet are

leaders, forced to forge my own path
Cast off by father and cherubs with a stone heart
Who thought of me as damaged goods
Rest assured, I've patterned up

superstition
  Insisting it was written

The best is yet to be requested but the lines are open
Blanket apologies for those yet stranded by the ocean
Turn back

his oars go punishing the swells

If she were inclined to be your lover,
don’t you think she’d be in love by now?
You feel no warmth in your possession

each morning

I'm a deep sea diver walking on the ocean floor
Haven't had a breath in 30 days
Strolling by the shipwrecks with the coral laden oars
I

We will forever be
Odin's Chosen
From my village
Rowing through the fjords
Nature's bounty swimming
Underneath my oars
Blood pledged to clan and kin
We

A little black and a little white
But it's mostly a foggy gray and we must muddle through

WE are all in one boat and we each have an oar
We are all trying

I knew from the first time
You laid next to me
I'd want you to anchor by my side
But the tide's my enemy
The harder I rowed to you
The more you swam

Shame is a boat we float in alone     
Through an ocean of uncertainty        
On one side is an oar, of who we were before    
On the other’s who we

Anchored with doubt
So I cross my legs
And yawn the nerves out
By the wind's dipping oar
Leveled with the floor

Strong be my veins
But my heart is sore

see
Surely shored
They can't control their aura
Oar or the go to swim
When their ass sink
That's what happens when your cash think
Smoking your stash

On the shores of Fjords
The winds they roar
A peaceful land now torn
By the sound of battle horns
We never thought it'd come to this
But now we can't

Island blew their horns (Am9)
Mornings are golden above the splash of my
oars
As I rowed back to our Grampian sloop
But Cuttyhunk beckons with old

"By And By The Way"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES

Deep in contemplation
Praying in my hands
Lord

I'm a Ryder

TQ

Hell and Back

2004

album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's

of Saracens have flowed by my work of sword  My Basileus my emperor You have left me no choice but to escape Taking my men and from the hall We are breaking our

Introduction
(Ray Price - Willie Nelson)

When the evening sun goes down
Hi neighbors it is sundown at our house
As we make this new Columbia album