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me, I--
DINGO:  Where are you going?
GALAHAD:  I seek the Grail!  I have seen it, here in this castle!
DINGO:  No!  Oh, no!  Bad, bad Zoot!
GALAHAD:

Melting City

Between the Buried and Me

The Parallax II: Future Sequence

2012

before the rise of the sun
A four-handed bed occupied by only two
The window is yawning
Faceless in a sea of space
My propulsion from their pain

Silent Flight Parliament

Between the Buried and Me

The Parallax II: Future Sequence

2012

Binocular vision
I see all
I see all
I hear all
I'm the night owl
I'm the night owl
I return in the day but you won't ever see me
Only my eyes

Never in retrograde
I’ll leave that to gray Mercury
Propulsion is the path for me
Retrograde
Never in retrograde
I’ll leave that to gray Mercury

Dingo ohhh

See Louie met a girl a girl of the world a hit parade girl
Her mind was an ocean of gold fish in a sea of sharks but she knew her part
Like

in front of train 
To pursue my heart desire
I will take 6000 bullets 
Lord knows I mean it
Go to war for your saakke
Without failure wooo

Love

Mother nature will cry in dismay

Dingo fever!
Dingo fever!

Black rock'n roll is rolling today
We are all riding the speed metal train
Southern cross will

know the lingo

Man I get popped, like 12 Pringles
Stop trying to blend in, stop trying to mingle
Got no crew, rolling single
Zag Dingo

Come on now Zag

Young nigga hit like bingo
Young nigga got that lingo
Slide thru the block with the dingo
Post in the spots where you can't go
Drop a lil Duce in my

my coffee in the morning
Your breath is soothing
Breaks my heart when we're apart and
If you were gone
I don't think I would stand a chance, no
There'd

their stinging sound

Oh, jellyfish, you're so divine
Moving through the water, with your jet propulsion fine
Stinging sweetness, in every way
You're

it's night or day
I just keep living the same damn way
Maybe I'd better in the grave

I lost my propulsion drive
Keep staring into the light
Maybe I'm

I got in my bags, chips, Pringles
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour,

Voy a mi cabrones voy a mil
Disparado con propulsión como si yo fuera un misil
Eh Que es lo que Hablame pa ve
Tu como que eres maleante pero solo de

Bingo I just got dingo ay
Pulling up to every city with my ring tho yea
Had to keep up with the paste for now ay
Most definitely you had to come last

dingo
Sweet Becky, 
my baby...
Dance for me, my tomato
she never touch another man dingo
She say, She never chop another man bingo

In

kastı rap'in özünü
Bir anda öcünü kıçından aldı
Dingo lingo chapo checko Sago
Kajo raperino kiro
Nizo ero nome flow yasla, kolaya fark at
Aruz ölçü

The Pub With No Beer

The Dubliners

Ultimate St. Patrick's Day Celebration

1999

kindered and all
By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub

woulda tried to shoot I
Guess I got no boscage

I'm rappin' to the dingo
And I'm gonna move your flamingo

Yea, yaz, in a Prague state of mind

When I was

flying over table tops,
Eyes wide with wine and wonder.
Or lazy counting kangaroos,
In dingo days down under.

Down under, down under, in dingo days down

investment
In focused intensive research and development programs
Into key outstanding scientific and technological questions, to whit
Inter-stellar propulsion

there
Above the clouds
A constant reach in err
For alternate propulsion
Without bounds
It feels like we're flying
Centuries in orbit
But now it's failing

Trapped in endless loop 
Anchored to my doom 

I've crawled to the edge of this pit and I'm looking in 
Just let me jump 
Been waiting here months

a grave, looked like a bunch of knaves
With revulsion, a propulsion has formed in your mind
You would want to, you would die just to know the circumstances