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Run them bands up
Baby where you at tho
Wanna know if I can slide through the right door
Chequered shirts for the light show
Creps looking clean
The disc brakes drag,
The chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track.
The young man's home; dry as a bone.
His helmet off, he waves:
the ninth degree
Two beats and the beautiful and chequered, the end
Beautiful and chequered, e fade, e fade
Beautiful, close the door
Beautiful
yeah
That's the name of the game

Well I know your love is rough
And the road you take is tough
But I just can't get enough
Chequered love

Touch
She ain't gonna nail your chequered pride

She gets high
High, high
She gets high
High, high, high

Well she's a dedicated woman
She'll sit you out for
CHEQUERED LOVE

You say everything's alright
I say nothing can go right, yeah
Oh what a game you can play

Sad days add to confusion
Sad ways end in
life
take it where you want to go
feel the power in your bones
feel the moving pieces rall
so here it is no second chance
cannot outrun those
chequered
(Speck Rhodes)
Ha ha Speck came next and with him brought his happiness to me
And he'd never fail to cheer me up with his chequered suit and his comedy
You
a chequered suit

Great Deceiver!

In the door on the floor in a paper bag
There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called
a chequered suit

Great Deceiver!

In the door on the floor in a paper bag
There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called
safe hidden here
I am safe hidden here
Hiding out

I look over chequered fields
And the towering web of steel
Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling
drivin' on the wrong side
My brain is gettin' cock-eyed
The flag is never chequered
Can't find my f-beat records
God, give a little lovin'
The money's
brain is gettin' cock-eyed 

The flag is never chequered

Can't find my F-beat records 

God, give a little lovin' 

The money's in the oven 

Got dead
the kestral over chequered fields suspended in the air
Settles on a movement and swoops down to find this time, there's nothing there

And all who hear him say
Lyn, I'll be going soon
I can't stick around just to watch you swoon
Like a velvet dress falling from your skin
On the chequered tiles
Oh Maria Lyn,
A glassy chequered engine room
The speechless silence of the tomb
The manuscripts inside the womb unfurl
A girl
Translucent as a jellyfish
That palpitates
Who wasn't real
His chequered past
Was just an act
Or just a style
Or just a lie
In the beat hotel
The walls have ears
The beat goes on
A naked
Maybe you think she's not for me
Maybe you think she's got a chequered history
Maybe I should not have to try
Send her some money
And have an easy
fantasy, a phial of sweet romancery
A snakeshead fritillary, as chequered as my memory
There's a consciousness about to spark
From molten sinnews of the dark
There's a fly
On every wall
That you pass
On by
Gloved hands
And chequered
Tiles

Straw-fair hair
And red
Knee caps
I won't
Be there
I'll never
Be
chequered shirt
That obviously hadn't been washed for a while
Only added to the cramping of his credibility
And style

They began to bombard him with beer
a chequered past
If your perspective will allow the questions asked
As muscles pulse
As bodies dance

And what is felt
And what is seen
Tell me what you're
and then
It'll say even if I don't go far and win
I'm still on the record, it's a low bar to them
But my past's pretty chequered, feeling so harlequin
Baby,
through painted faces
Cheap pints and double chasers
It's in your peripheral
Chequered tiles on the dance floor
Well you know what I came here for

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