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fuck Covid and fuck the Haters
We became creators and painters and got in touch with nature
Loved our neighbor and every single Stranger single stranger

With every stroke, you bring me to life
Oh, I fell in love with a painter's light (painter's light)

When the brush touches canvas, colors come alive

Hold me close in the painter’s dream, let the world just slip away,
In our masterpiece embrace, "The Kiss" beneath the stars that play.
Let our kiss,

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mm, look like DJ Chose)
(Hardbody)
Yeah

Iron slanger, block painter
Y'all rap good but my lil' niggas

Painters

Jewel

Pieces of You

1995

would go

'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world

Oil streaked daisies covered the living room walls
He put water

Peter the Painter

Ian Dury

Reasons to Be Cheerful: The Best of Ian Dury

1996

knife?

He treasures every mortal scrap at the Royal Borough of Extremely Thorough
Peter Blake is the actual chap at the Royal Enclosure of Cool

of the night
Neon dawn, in your glow we trust
In your hues of pink and blue, like a painter's brush
Every dream, where your glow becomes so bright
Neon dawn, you

no scheme
Make imagination your own paper raft
Flow gently down that stream

You're the painter
Go paint your wall
Yeah you're the painter
Every

Painter, Painter, what do they mean?
All the colors around me
Painter, Painter, what do they say?
Every one, from blue to gray

With each passing

and the painter casting shadows on the water --
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --

took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she's the painter

He treasures every mortal scrap at the Royal Borough of Extremely Thorough
Peter Blake is the actual chap at the Royal Enclosure of Cool Composure

Mi Abuelo was a painter
He paint a picture let me know that life was dangerous
But just as beautiful
You got a dream you chase it
So f**k a cubicle
I

David
Made of stone from head to toe
Every muscle carved in marble
What a marvel to behold!

Sculptor, Painter, great and grand
Michelangelo, Renaissance

there, somewhere
Every single spot if filled
Make my body disappear
Leave me there, anywhere
—
Paint me blue, peach, green, white, red, yellow..
—
Painter

He stands up at his pulpit
Every day he's begging for your change
He could have been a dancer
He could have played guitar
He could have been a painter

there, somewhere
Every single spot if filled
Make my body disappear
Leave me there, anywhere
—
Paint me blue, peach, green, white, red, yellow..
—
Painter

reflects just a lame grey scale
I inhale this, I'm observing it
It's a republic so beautiful, isn't it?
I paint the walls 
I'm a Painter Without A Cause
I'm

But I have a confession
I'm not used to attention
And every time that I want it
You should know not to give it to me
'Cause I'll take your brush

chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she's the painter

She reminds

more every night
Set the mood, let it all come through on the canvas
Mix your purple and blues till the color expands and
Feel your mind keep slipping

cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic

 In every world

I'll be the writer of your fantasies
The painter of your memories
I pull you closer to me as we watch the parking lot sunset
Walking on a wire
It was

It was the Painter's Dream
Of every color ever seen
I reached for the Gold
But you took the pot at the Rainbow
I wanna burn it to the ground
But I