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she's found

Climbing hills, they bring blue sky
Watching nature passing us by
Climbing hills, they bring blue sky
Watching nature passing us by
Calming

And nothing to heal

That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking at his sound

I cannot rewrite his melody
His breath is ash
This sky hacked

burst
Limbs converse
Back on Earth
At my home

7:35
Sun has woken
7:35
Memories broken
7:36
Rebuild it brick by brick
7:36
Nothing seems to stick
7:35
Sun

I'll walk beside the ghost to meet my maker under skies of hope
She took me to a pier for what appeared, was to find a boat
I'll take a pack of Blues

Up in the sky 
(In the sky)

On a flight 
(On a flight)

In the night 
(Yeah)

Gotta be a vibe
(Be a vibe)

SOS
(Sos)

Cause she wild 
(She so wild)

control
So i just write things down and i hope you know
Yeah yeah i hope and pray
Looking to the sun when the skies are grey
Praying to the blue when i feel

got a limit called horizon
you got a thousand ways to hell
you got the blue sky wide and open
you got a million smiles to sell

a few times that you

Wake up in the morning’s tide, s-x on the blink, the alarms in sync
Stuff outside the window, it’s got to be birds, sounds like birds
Dog’s sniffing

it's hard being me
Did it did it occur that you ain't seeing me?
Quit it quit it, give up the mic device B
Cause you'll never be as nice as me, G, forget

of horizon,
Shimmered rainbows melting across a pink sky,
Kaleidoscope of dream blending with his sight

Twisted figures dancing around without sound
Tapestry

sweepers Little Daddy street preacher
Illustrious feature, narrator you select
Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect
The seven-and-a-half combine,

called Brian
This man called Brian

Three camels are silhouetted against the bright stars of the
moonless sky, moving slowly along the horizon.  A star

anyplace
And if that sounds heretical, my source is
Pretty good: Matthew, Five to Seven
The Sermon on the Mount

You haven't found any answers for
Yourself

Rollin' on the 1-0-5 (1-0-5)
I don't drink when I drive (I don't think you know)
But I gotta do it high (know)
Blowin' smoke in the sky (smoke in

I just light the sky around you
cn scream in thunder and hope get my sound through 
If I was lighting bolt
cnd you were a penny on the ground 
But

sky
And shimmer on the waters surface
I hear a bell ringing but I check the time
And turn around this ain't no last call
There's no dropping out

eyes
Sounds and colours falling from the skies
Dreaming blueprints rise and tease my sight
Painting white the darkness of the night

Now try to hear

a diamond heist
To buy my doomsday device
It'll turn the earth to ice
Yeah, it's pretty nice

Send out your signal call in your hero
I kidnapped his lady now

of the land into an English poet's hand

Jane, she is the sound the stars make rushing through the sky
Jane, down by St. Mary's river you can hear her fly

oh god
Gimme dem blue light, boy 
Then get back
Can't be bothered by the riffraff
Of frog croaks and bird calls and wind roars 
It's all lost
Obsessed

a colorer
Create my sunshine
Drew the sky blue
Clouds to shine thru
I vow this what I do
Gotta a date with a dream call it a rendezvous
This how I slide got

Each morning, day and night
On a near by shore line
Beneath them open skies
Where blue waves gently flow by
Friends of all ages happily smile
As they

Asphole

Pigface

Notes from Thee Underground

1994

A thin word
Process mile union made
The snake defiled
Blue book murder the best you could
Lessons spite heaven twisted
Candid photos intermixed in

Frontline

Pharoahe Monch

Relax, Relate, Release

2002

the lab where we collaborate or matter will erupt

From a, music martyr, bust mortar, break the order
Torch your sound texture, fire water's in my aura