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Ten in the Swear Jar · Mason Jar Ice Tea Drinkers · Benny Bell · Derek Bell · Margaret Bell · Bell Biv DeVoe · Chris Bell · William Bell · Dee Bell · Aaron Bell · Kristen Bell · Billie Bell – and 82 other artists »
Funk in a Mason Jar (Harvey Mason, Sr.) · Whiskey in the Jar [Import CD] (Thin Lizzy) · Jar of Flies/Sap (Alice in Chains) · Whiskey in the Jar: Essential Irish Drinking Songs & Sing Alongs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Jar (Daylight) · Cookie Jar (Gym Class Heroes) · Pass the Jar: Live from the Fabulous Fox Theatre in Atlanta (Zac Brown) · That's Ska-Jar-E (Stefan Scaggiari) · Skeleton Jar (Youth Group) · Jar of Hearts (Maddi Jane) – and 90 other albums »
Blackbird claw, raven wing Under the red sunlight Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves Waving as we go by Hundred years, hundred more Someday we
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
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
the winter A hotel window in a hurricane A furnace exploding down in the cellar, by the jars My dream will come back to this house It's a kid who refuses
them in jars With my-y-y saltbreakers Ringing all the underwater Underwater, underwater bells Saltbreakers Look inside a space Look inside
would the mind then be hell? And if I get too heavy for ya let me know cause I can't tell The jar and bell, well If you want I can take you home
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
it ain't fiction its fact boy beware its real Them lyrics you wield equals zero to a hero's shield Mr fly by the seat of his pants para-sail Or hit
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
they head or a third tit Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel Keep a cooker where the jar fell
by a fucking tech Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery Loose lips, sink