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are migratory?
ARTHUR:  Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1:  What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:  It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD

a river that doesn’t exist,
inspired by the October leaves and September breeze
our minds were anything but chain linked
stickered with excitement

I be rolling down the street playing blues with my sawed off
If I catch you slipping then your ass is getting hauled off
And I be rolling down

Repentance Day

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

that were foretold, by the forefathers

The end of the world saga, streets flooded with lava
Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas
Rock

The scenes roll by but all I see is you
God knows why there would be so much sex
The space between us grew

The show is done but we don't want the night to end

Seeing Patrick again
I think it was a Thursday
Last October
It was gonna hurt
We hadn't seen each other
Since we'd promised to return each other's

shit feel like this again
Can't stand the thought this is the end
Go through motions over and over
Think I might not make October
Think I might not see

left here
I watch you replace me
Our memories are fading
Im hanging by a thread
But I'll love you till the end
I'd destroy myself for you
Seems all good

the drippings run
Mood affect by the weather
October sun might make me better
Summer makes me feel like I can’t move
Rusty fallen leaves
Remind me of the times
I

long-eyed and lonesome by these company clothes

I never had much now to keep me so close
Just cold feet and loose ends and company clothes
Cold feet

the same old end
Try to improve this time to a greater extent
Every kind of action seems to be pretend
I'm not what the mirror reflects

At the end

I was smiling like a boy that just stole shit
When you told me you'd hold it
My late mama's ring
And I'd sneak away at the end of each day

women and handle Xanax How we got the blues, and we still missing all the clues?
(If that ain't blues, I say listen)
Step inside the mind
Of a man with

the only way to go
And pull by the side of the road 
And watch the sky turn red and blue and purple and gold
Fast, fast, fast
Is never going to last
The end

It's been a good journey so stay still the end (Yo)

I'm stuck in thought stuck in the blues
I cannot sleep how about you there's
Got to be a way to get

November 5

Love Spit Love

Trysome Eatone

1997

So where are we now
A summer's end autumn breeze
The winter is at your sleeve
The leaves have all gone
The windows are filled with frost
If I

chillin chillin so dont mess up my mood 
Fuck with me youll end up all on the news 
Hot headed baby no I cant keep cool 

I be chasing them blues

Chasing

ground for blues

Day after day...
Makin' ends meet...
Workin' like a dog...
For somethin' to eat...
People gettin' tired...
Still can't refuse...

I'm back to work, I gotta go support my family 
I'm humbled by my job, I gotta make it there's no plan b, you'll see

Ooh, I be singing blue collar

and down to journeys end
Like the Blue Bells you'll come back again

Let's sing praise to the saints of oil and steel
Their labours of a lifetime make

I'm surrounded by empty beer bottles
Cigarettes, overflowing ashtrays
Creditors callin', lying to stall'em
Nothing is going my way
Depression

What else is a poor boy supposed to do?
I emptied my wallet, my head and my shoes
Lord, I believe I've got the workingman's blues

I walk into the barber

on the first day turned the hate into Merlot had a toast by the 3rd day broke bread that the word though

Hook:


Well here's what I do say I should pour some

Late-night October, I'd call you a different number
To tell you another year's gone by
New kid, different reasons
Why I stay believing and why I stay