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Hemingway
Lost hope around Laurel Bay

Broke off enough to chew
Had a time was good for you
No more, late nights on the floor
Sunrise knocking at the door

the next day
When Laurel keeps me, she keeps my troubles at bay
When Laurel keeps me, she keeps my troubles at bay

on the headlands
Bay laurels breathe
I'll stay til morning
By your leave

Red sunset, we're on our sides
Long buried breath on the breeze
It swells and it sways

and distortion
Praying barely keeps at bay my decaying in laurels
My decaying in laurels
Every sound is a mistake
Every town you had to leave
Hopping trains with

and her hair is blanched with sorrow,
as they hew the oak and sow the bay
to make a crown of laurels.
She unpins her brooch and tears her train,
and wends

The waves in my ocean
Are so curl free
Whirling into the bay

With a sprig of laurel
Hold out your hand
Time moves faster than waves
Tuesday

Let's grow old
Stay young at heart
'Til death do us (do us part)
Laurel Canyon or Tiger Bay
Let's spend some time together

We can't be apart

a piece, we  knew that we were through

Northbound to Kilarney where we would quench our thirst
In the Laurel's Pub, where I heard this music first
We drank

to see old Ireland once again before I pass
Drive around the ring of Kerry with a red haired Irish lass
Drink a pint a stout in the Laurel's Pub

to see old Ireland once again before I pass
Drive around the ring of Kerry with a red haired Irish lass
Drink a pint a stout in the Laurel's Pub

the coupe
That's real wock you Sippin fu
Pint of wock I just scored it in laurel
And I'm having motion this shit on the floor
Put the Rick Owens with the Dior

Until, in some cliff-sheltered bay
Where wades the choir of love
Proffering its sacred laurel crowns
They pitch their burdens off

Slim adolescence that

Welcome to the Age of Quarrel
Some strange planet in the sky
They can't even begin to try
To explain it all away.

Gonna rest upon my laurels
See how

Guantanamo Bay to the gulaged thin
Shared my warm story with criminal men
And to receive theirs too was liberation'
Told how I seduced a priest when just

She's a lady of the sea in an ocean of his better days
Under her blue bemused by his weather change
Tether frayed anchors, keeps him at bay
Whenever

Bad Old World

New Model Army

The Love of Hopeless Causes

1993

going back to the bad old world

I was travelling with Laurel way up on the north coast
She's got family living up here in a nearby town
We found