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majestic, simple, and true
The glory of Galadriel appears in you
My words can't express it quite like Howard Shore
But you make me want to be better at my

the shores of Howard Beach
Are full of Afrikan corpses
And those that do live 2 be 18
Bumrush 2 join the Armed Forces
This so called "Home of the Brave"
Why

like I'm all might
They afraid cause I come with the power
Superman, might as well call me Howard
You tired of me, well we going louder
Yeah, we the best

to Sheridan where the niggas is  unamerican
Wilson to Howard, them niggas hustle for the power
Stoney Island to South shore, stay strong like  Eddie Bower 

to Sheridan where the niggas is  unamerican
Wilson to Howard, them niggas hustle for the power
Stoney Island to South shore, stay strong like  Eddie Bower 

crashing waves to reach the tide mama
And finally shore
To meet a course and we collide mama
Tho we ain’t made it, we gone see the other side mama
All them

of rough ramblers as well
Saw a truck flying over Howard's Plunge
Thought we'd never live to tell

Rolling down, river bound
Water's high and moving fast

Trouble on the Horizon

Jimmy Buffett

M.O.M., Vol. 2: Music for Our Mother Ocean

1997

an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the shallow waters and
Marshes of the shore and one day he felt the ground
Beneath his feet. there he gathered his wits,

The Styx River 

Fullmoon rises, golden and mighty
Above Hyperborean shores
Sailing on the long old river
The blackest ship on Earth

Stygian men,

Forever

Geoff Tate

Geoff Tate

2002

[Geoff Tate // Lead Vocals & Backing Vocals]
[Jeff Carrell // Electric Guitar & Backing Vocals]
[Howard Chillcott // Syths, Hammond Organ, Piano

Corpus Christi  ©2001 Jon T. Howard

The wind always blows hot down there
In off the Gulf of Mexico
Smoke stacks they rise up everywhere
Painting

old
I'd say "right on"
They'd walk on in say
"Let's begin, our lesson is on Howard Zinn
They found no gold and threw a fit
Columbus was a piece of shit

the shores

I float like a butterfly, sting like Ali
Killing all the gamers, the bullet is me
And I do it with style, GQ magazines
Like Katrina, I'm more than

I'm at Coppin stomping meet me
Down at Loyola
Eastern shore we want more give me Love
On the floor, make em roar we on
Go
College Park when it dark let

Who will hear my symphony?
I get no returns
Though I knock on that door
Endless waves lapping on my Island shore

Deluged with taxes - a Noah kind

put it up like Dwight Howard
Yeah, And we ain't smokin' the packs

Yeah, I never be tired of makin' the motherfuckin' racks
Man, Put my hands in some