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Hello
My name is Rowan Gaelen
These are my confessions
And my revelations
As I write this, it’s the 14th of June, 7PM on the moon
I’m moving station

A Wednesday Car

Johnny Cash

The Rambler

1977

was made on Wednesday on Wednesday
If you're gonna boy yourself a new car
You just better hope you're lucky enough to get one made on Wednesday

the jackpot, now I'm gonna cash in
Mode Seven here for another generation
Generating more buzz than an electric station
This mix tape better stay in rotation

And we'll rant and we'll roar like true Queensland drovers
We'll rant and we'll roar as onward we push
Until we return to Augathella station
And it's

is my station
I'll take a step of faith and see where it takes me
Greatness ingrained in my base configuration
Still my enemy is generating clever

How's that generating
Pure intentions
Plotting ways up out the matrix
Pressure building
Tell yourself, you gotta face it
Demon faces
Relating to all

Rosa Parks [Radio Version]

OutKast

Aquemini [Clean]

1998

costly, but that's all she
Wrote and I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shit's creek, "It's weak" is the last quote
That I wanna hear when I'm

examine all the flawsky-wawsky
Awfully sad and it's costly, but that's all she
Wrote and I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shit's creek, "It's

costly, but that's all she
Wrote and I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shit's creek, "It's weak" is the last quote
That I wanna hear when I'm

That you hear up on the stations

I'm feeling so amazing gazing at constellations
I wanna make invasion, penetrate outer space
The sky is caliginous,

Take'm to the Water

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

up shit creek without a paddle
Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the water
I hope you can swim if

On the field after our prom
Waking up in your bedroom
Shouldn't you put on an alarm?
You always say your mom's gonna walk in
Let's not hope she

I've been a hopeless romantic since six
Since I saw that girl playing in the block station
Patiently awaiting a text back from you
Is punishingly

watch us speak it, speak it
'Cause I hope everybody's listening
Ice on my neck is glistening
Like I be cocking Glocks
And hocking shots when I be

thought Train that leaves the station
Making blank tracks beneath my feet
Stepping up another rung
This ladder's weak
Leading up above but going nowhere

costly,
but that's all she wrote/ And I hope I never have
to float in that boat/ Up shit creek it's weak is the
last qote/ That I want to hear
when i'm goin