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heart
Come on put all your sweaters in my car
And I'll take you far
Wind up, let go; and shatter that old bell jar
If you say that you'd like to get it

livin’ underneath that same glass bell jar
So I might as well write my own bizarre memoir
I will no longer pretend at this counterfeit life
My soul compass

2-Way

Rayvon

My Bad [Single]

2002

to be star,
To do it like we do it, like a genie in the jar,
Hit me on my pager, maybe later we can talk,
Naked by my crib we can hang by the bar,
My

cannot close my eyes, can't sleep at night
I'm yearning
We will wax and wane
We all wilt the same in this bell jar we've made
But it's the destiny,

Drop the Bomb On 'Em

Eminem

Relapse: Refill

2009

Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father

to tell|You wanna talk about your original sin|Honey, I'd never join a club that'd ever let me in|I keep my Pappy in a jar by the door|Gas up my car

Cornbread

Freestyle Fellowship

Inner City Griots

1993

canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar 
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll

Were you raised by wolves
Scarlet are your wounds
Hear the sound of our soul escaping
Anathemas are out there
When you're under your bell jar
You're

Superstar

Jane Jensen

Comic Book Whore

1996

here drunk. My bell jar.
Just let me drown in all I remember.
I don't know just how to get to you.
But you have such a sweet face.
You have such

years
In a jar, securely sealed by your fears

It's unpredictable, unbelievable
The wind might get cold and stronger
It's unpredictable, unbelievable
So

Flick the bell the gate that fell open so wide three months to ride
In the dark a train will spark grinding its rails for some holy grail
Face down

torso
Incisions
Never heal back
Missing
Heart from a chest
Stitched up
In their Sunday best

Seeing the world through eyes that are not yours
Jar

to ring the bell
And I'm stuck in this yolk
Stuck in this hoax
Stuck in this Plymouth Caravelle
I've got the feeling
I've got the feeling that everything

And like who the fuck is helpin' ya man 
When i cock back and hop the van 
Double r 
Get a jar 
Play the shit in the car 
Hit the party start a fight

Kaleidoscope

blink-182

Neighborhoods

2011

wanna sing

So lock me up in a studio
Fill it up with sound and scenarios
Stop blocking the driveway with your car
Put the butterfly in the bell jar

at the local Taco Bell so they
Haze you Mace you Take all your cash
Just so you can have silly figures sewed on your sash

Splashed across the dash in capital

munchies I'm looking hostile
High as fuck, drinking coffee, eat cookings by the boxful 

Act a fool but I use my tools like a monkey wrench
Full of bags

crack the jar

$125 for the muhf***** zip
As soon as it land it sold off the rip
I bust a pound, it was Alien Cookie
This everyday n****, I ain't no

certainly by
You as a win over the champion, he still
He still rung the bell
Could be interpreted? He still rung the bell
It was a one two three
That's right

out
Spring and bell exploding through my Polartec
Got a soul and vessel, don't coalesce
Got a nosy compulsion to overstep
I write 8-bit maps for the so

I met you in a dream full of thirst
A Jar of water in your hand
the prayer of the morning rain craved for ardor from your lips 

You never see me

as a pair
Of jingle bell earrings, stove on pivot
Mason jars everywhere, home turn to visit's
Locked in
Knowing the key to this shit is rarity
Us being

Bible Belt

Otep

Atavist

2011

stems,
Reaching for that great thumping whoosh of blood and power
That wobbled like a snarling god above me.
My fibrous head translucent as a bell jar

have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed