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the power cause my name is Zach
I don't give up on the stuff that don't last
I made a band with a couple of brass Yuh
Yuh

I got trombones and the bass in

To the Dogs or Whoever

Josh Ritter

The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter

2007

of a brass band I thought I could see her
In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame
Just a little bird floating on a hurricane

I was flat on my

can get
Then take my hand and join me in
My best idea yet
Let's start a band (let's start a band!)
Let's start a band (let's start a band!)
I bet that

read. What's red is read.

So often I've been called the leather clad dad
Ridiculed by those who ought to forget
Well for once wearing my moustache

Ayy, ayy (Sosa Baby)
Ayy, ayy
Phew,
Don't call my phone unless you tryna buy a whole brick, nigga
Phew, phew

I been in this shit boy, you know

Praise to the lying idols, consume insurgency
Enslave the feeble-minded
Crippled by poisoned doctrines, an empty piety
A siren's song of deceit

(Palace, what you cookin'?)

I wrote a letter filled with pain, but I ain't finished with it
So instead I wrote this song and put my feelings in

to you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo
Been down with

final tango around the pier

a brass band takes the stand

it’s still ringing in her ears

as she held onto harry’s hand

last sunrays last sunrays in

kicked out
Wish a nigga would try to put his hands on me
And I been boxing for a minute finna bring brass knuckles
Swear my head hurt this bitch she drive

Heavy Mental

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

to pucker 

kissing Christ at the last supper 

grabbing a brass cup of wine (Heavy Mental) 

I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa 

in

a big brass bed
Wonderin? where I was and if someone was there
For my big surprise little girl was downstairs
With a bottle on her lap and a cigar in her

Kill it
Kill it
Pull up with my brother ever song we going in (In)
Every band I ever made I times it all by ten (By ten)
Pull up with my shawty take

I'm the trash-picking
Customer ass-kissing
Cook in a jazz kitchen
Cooking till the brass section
Begins their last session
Fueled by ambition

And you're a butthead like you have pants on your face
And we can butt heads, like a ram with some rage
Got your horns showin' devil, brass band in my way
Well

my life is spent

Never leave a trail, running down the fuckin' driveway
I'ma kill this pussy 'cause it's my way or the highway
Living by the lake

To my favorite song

Have you moaning  in the back 
Make you sing along 

Now she telling all her 
Friends  this her favorite 
Song 

Studio love, she

my other's in yours as we dance
In the middle of the bar on our only night off
And when the band
The band's playing all our songs
And you and I scream

entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well

Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did

Pop Songs

Suicidal Tendencies

Free Your Soul & Save My Mind [Bonus Track]

2000

are dead

I feel like I'm on pins and needles
How many bands can rip off the Beatles?
And every day there is another
Band that got big by playing

Bro got that work stashed up in the closet
I'm serving this lean by the Bucket
Hell cat on the scene its a rocket
I keep bands on me
Walk in no id
Hoe

Yeah I spinback I'm going for the bands I'm for the win
I chill with 24 no he not on this song but that's my twin
Say he a demon but when I looked up

The Bluegrass Widow

Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

The Live Album

1988

ever heard in your life. 
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been

a paper basket guided by the rain 

I don't have a backup plan 
All I have is in the band 
I don't have a backup plan 
All I have is in the band 
In