Lyrics:
Second Appellate District
Division Seven
Denied the petition the investors
Petitioned for review
The National Association of
Securities Dealers
(NASD) was
an hour is seven hours
One day is several months
Alone, alone
A month is a calendar
A year can be a decade spent
Alone
So empty at the airport
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
They'd leave at the end of the second show, go home to talk of the fun
For most of the fans were married by then, so they had to be in by one
I'm
They'd leave at the end of the second show, go home to talk of the fun
For most of the fans were married by then, so they had to be in by one
I'm
a thousand times
Those seven days a thousand
Moments with her, now they're all a blur
Except for every second and every word
Every drop of rain, every single
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
At the first, a crimson mist
At the second, sleeplessness
At the third, a broken tryst
want I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit the grind
My genetic code make-up, murderer by design
On Mayan calendar time when night meets day
I'm in
I wouldn't change if it brings you down
Every seven years, this sonic spy *
Driven by a fear and a sweep of fire
'Cause all I want, a second
bought a watch, to time your beauty
But I've had to fit a second hand
I've bought a calendar, and every month
Is taken up by lover man
'Cause we love
Calendar hanging up in my room
I walk by it like every afternoon
Even when I don't try to
Had a Marker held by a string
All the fun came easily
Then
the first time I touched her hand
And the rain and the way it felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
I love you
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Seems that sixty seconds got together
And they decided to become a minute
Sixty minutes
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
But our bond is here and it will forever stay
Been together since that zero seven twenty eight
Never mark the calender's cause I know the date
I have it
I already told you that I can't live without you for a second, stay here with me forever, that I even go to another world, I even change the date
Recently (Joan Baez)
Recently it all came back to me
Somebody promised us roses
We slid by for awhile on dreams
But today I see what's only
The calendar year is an imperial narrative. The seven-day week is an imperial infliction. Circannual holidays are imperial flag-posts. Mechanical
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I could rewind the calendar, back
Back when it was now or nothin'
People said I
It's avenue b, change at Tennessee
Before the city begins to swell
At seven two four on the second floor
Is where the telephone has my bell
Echo
neighbor's fire,
is carried off by the wind.
cnd the sound of peacocks cawing,
signal the day's end.
cnd the feeling of the cool air,
brings me back
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