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Steve Forbert

Jackrabbit Slim

1979

Silver skates gliding, faces all glowing
Smooth and warm fingers and thumbs and their gloves

God help the lost and lonely, God help the poor
Cold days

the dirt yet not a not a speck of dust
What?
I'm surfing
I'm gliding
Face down don't look up
Bottoms up every night cause it's never too much
If I look in

Riding shotgun cause you're my ace
Nothing beats that pretty face
Gliding through my life with style and Grace
Magic always happens when we touch

On the way to your crib with my staff I'm gliding

Hide my face with a mask like no face
Y'all no life's needa stop like no game
Clip full metal if you shoot

Flying bound together
Wind howls in your face
Gliding like a feather
Falling out of grace
Now we're free
Can't you see it
Life was never meant to be

bout mine, nigga get your's

I be in a state in your face
Gliding a S-L-A-B
STS with nothing but T-IN T
Reputation of a P-IM-P these hoes be hating
But

Mother

Thin White Rope

Moonhead

1987

I hate this business of visiting my hometown
Seeing my friend in her old place
Just something stupid I felt in high school
Now I go gliding from

Me and bro in the range we gliding
Bally on face I'm not trying to get nicked by the trident
Yeah yeah
Me and bro in the range we gliding nike tech

bout mine, nigga get your's

I be in a state in your face
Gliding a S-L-A-B
STS with nothing but T-IN T
Reputation of a P-IM-P these hoes be hating
But

to hate a bitch
I left that nigga, he broke but I'm still up
Groupie niggas see me get starstruck
I'm gliding on his face & my neck icy as a puck
Lil bitch

down and pray  
 A new mascara will be gliding over your face 
 Seem so blue consciously blue 
  
 ref:  
  
 This thing will fall away 
  
 Stay

like lead
Black hood, pale skin, with a withered face
Gliding limbless, leaving a trail of lies
It is not real, banish it from your mind
Don't fall

feel my base
Gliding across your face like a drill hit
Baby I don't take hits
But I make a hit
I don't do broke hoes
But I break a bitch
If I see it

I can't write 
Fingernails gliding over my face and my back and my thighs and on my heart 

Don't you worry honey, don't need a second wind 
I bought

I’m gliding on the face of a cloud 
I’ve taken my leave from the noise and the crowd 
There’s no one else around, no one else around 
Sunlight

Words I Heard

Julia Holter

Aviary

2018

Frequent missile talk
Slurping on the words I heard from the wretched zone
Fortune throwing candy slow like a death crawl
Face me gliding like

the light 
So we dance the Aubade Waltz
Round and round 
Rise and fall
Pressed breast to breast
Face to face
Whirling round counter-clockwise
Gliding gliding

Woeful island, endless streams
Truth transcending into the flow
Turns to dust the waves I know

In the distance you behold
From the east, a gliding swan

Caress of the Sleeping Giant

Darkside

Cognitive Dissonance

2001

[Words: W. Süssenbeck / Music: Böhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]

" UH,...HOW PALE YOU ARE, AS THE MOONLIGHT CARESSES YOUR FACE THROUGH

outside. 
And cold drops of water are falling and gliding down on my face, on my shoulders, on my back...

I touch the cold wall with the very tips of my

think they'd call it cliche
Can't get enough of the way
I hear you whisper my name
It's just so fashionable
Tongue gliding down from this face
You love

of mine
Ain't got the time yeah
I ain't never even fucked wit you
Focused making all my faces blue
Power gliding when I race the coup
Feeling skies whenever

Unsaid and free

You could have a silence like a gliding motorcade
c crown-wearing poker face and letters to your name 
You can't bear to second guess

a tumbleweed
Hand gliding by the pistol
Straight poker face
While im looking at a missle
Flex on flex what's next
Cash my checks
Rubber band
Gotta treat em like