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Exiled from the memory of men

The strategies of war through a universe of grief
Ad the city of mirrors wiped out by the wind

Through
didn't realize
I just threw the dice
With my baby's life 

Talk about a dream, I'll talk about an angel in white
Making all my wildest dreams come
by John Williamson


Where ancient mountains are whittled down

Millions of years to a little mound

Where giant feet are fossil found

I see
for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
And the good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's
Take me for a ride away from the places I have known,
If I stay around I'll just remember I'm alone,
There's someone in my memory making me move
Born in sheep's blood plain and simple
Washed out of my mother's temple
All around I heard them laughing
As father sheep had stood there calving
And do it like a G.O.

Say no more, J, we're on the telephone

We get them motherfuckers, man

I'm back like a rebel 'making trouble'
I'm
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running

Down at the edge, round
as the loving heathen do. 

Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. 
Cold is my touch (freezing). 

Summoned by name - I am the overseer over
right there in white and black
But heroes die behind you back
Can't stay put not you can't be tamed
How could the fence up the open plains

You can't say
Everyone is either making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival
Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting
Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting
Times was simply plain I knew they'd eventually change
Let's take a trip down memory lane 
With the game talker, native new yorker
Gators on my
the corner
Down at the edge, round by the river

Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
of white mansions still
The fire inside their hearts to kill
Each other? the memories that lie where ash remains.
They marched all the fathers and sons
Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy goddam thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?

Rhonda:
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) 
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with
the valley night begins to grow,
The memory, the best of me,
From out the shadows something takes my hand,
To lead me homeward through a foreign land,
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both
Lovely and
Guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious
killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memories only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing
killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memories only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing
'Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memory's only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe

In her white lace
You
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in