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of Myrtle Bay
Creeping high above the waves
Throwing stones at you because
You're flouting Sunday trading laws

I gcónaí

Why are you peripheral?
Quite

Sweet flag and cuckoo flower,
Cowslip and columbine,
Kingcups and sops in wine,
Flower deluce and calaminth,
Harebell and hyacinth,
Myrtle and bay

I found Sharon 
Starin' at a heron 
Down by the edge of the bay
I found Myrtle 
Sittin' with her turtle 
Lyin' on the levee all day
I found

Ghost World

Aimee Mann

Bachelor No. 2 Or, The Last Remains of the Dodo

2000

Finals blew, I barely knew
My graduation speech
And with college out of reach
If I can't find a job it's down to dad
And Myrtle Beach

So, I'm

Ghost World

Aimee Mann

Songs Inspired by Literature, Chapter 1

2002

Finals blew, I barely knew
My graduation speech
And with college out of reach
If I can't find a job it's down to dad
And Myrtle Beach

So, I'm

The Blackbird of Sweet Avondale

Silly Wizard

Glint of Silver

By the sweet bay of Dublin, while carelessly strolling
I sat myself down by a green myrtle shade
Reclined on the beach, as the wild waves were

across the bay where a green light shone
He threw a big party in his backyard
The 1920's never roared so hard
The Great Gatsby was a jazz age fable
Written

Then I get on the hill that day
Come see, Jerusalem

Myrtle, Result, Pretoria
Come see, run, come see
Myrtle, Result, and Pretoria

Pretoria 
Run, come

there was world enough
	and time enough
To take the highway down to Myrtle Beach
That's where we thought we were out of reach

Oh Wendy where'd you go

throwing I don't ask where it land
PJ to the bay I got an ounce on the sand
Big amounts, big accounts, brand new house with some land
Counting up but don't

ready, girl you know what we came to do
So don't be shy, yea, body be banging in the streets 
Shawty wanna fuck with me then ride to myrtle beach 
Now you

organized nigga never in disarray
Can't get money doing it spike lee I'll do it the con way 
Niggas looking for handouts i just keep'em at bay 
Cause shells

take my seat (nah)
I've been makin' my own rules like I pay the referee (yeah)
I grew up on Myrtle Ave (yeah), I grew up on Floyd Street (yeah)
Where

Shorty built like a South Park character
Y'all are crabs in a bucket and I got Old Bay seasoning
Maybe even some Zatarain's
Fuck it, chewing