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And all the little song birds
Hushed their voice and hid
As all life lost its color
Covering in fear

The Oregon pine
The towering firs 
Rustled their

decline to the pimp shit
I don't have any time
I gotta live my life hunnies hitting up my line
Rolling with my brothers flying through the oregon pines
Look

decline
To the simp shit
I don't have any time
I've got to live my life
Hunnies hitting up my line
Rolling with my brothers
Flying through the Oregon pines

gulv til loft beklædt med Oregon Pine
men ellers helt iscenesat af designeren Piet Hein
& klokken tolv hver onsdag stiger Middelmændene ned
til en

The sun sets over Medford
Tall Oregon pine
On my way to the next engagement
With Joanna on my mind
Minding my own business too much for some
A fight

There’s no place like home, for me home is back west in the green state of oregon, home of the oregon duck, pine trees and hippies but more

Ay 
Yeah
I'm high
On you
Hey 
Oh no no 
Oregon girl pine tree tattoo
Winter time rocking leggings and boots
Torn jeans with a hoodie on loose yeah

My earliest childhood memories
I'm still holding on to today
I could never let go of the pine trees and snow
How those River Woods, could carry me

Oregon Hill

Cowboy Junkies

200 More Miles, Live Performances 1985-1994

1995

The hoods are up on Pine Street,
Rear ends lifted too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
Are making love with a little help from STP

look tired

Lighthouse casting out all its energy
Rose bush, apricot, its just you and me
Pretty lake with the pine trees hugging back
I admire

I went up to Oregon to find the Devil's lair
He'd been kicked out of the south, I heard he'd gone up there
So I went up to Oregon, to see what I

smells of pine
We get too drunk to drive
But where else could we go
Right now I feel alive
I feel alive
I just wanted you to know
I feel alive
I just

yesterday
And that crash in Atlanta would always resonate

She wished the trees weren't so still
As if the pines could weep with her
"Oh Anna, my dear!"

Better Days

Hanalei

We Are All Natural Disasters

Up on the Oregon coastline where the forest kisses the sea
Laid back on a backwoods back road is where I'll be
Off the map and under the stars,

Viva! Sea-Tac

Robyn Hitchcock

Jewels for Sophia

1999

viva viva Sea-Tac

All the Norwegians, man, you should see them
Out in Ballard looking soulful at the pines;
And also the swedes

All

sky's no match for pines
Or your sweet face
I'll miss your eyes on the bus ride home

I'll see you around
Maybe next time more than friends
Please just

and snowy pines But Arkansas took me by surprise

Let me tell you that I've tried
To find a state more pleasing to the eye 
Took a picture everywhere I went

Cops would call it a crime bust
I like that kinda bud
Smell like its a pine crushed
I been out in Cali
I be having these options
We could hit the store

track

He sang la da da la da da...

Blindfold strapped, I ran in straight lines
For a kind old chap on a bench in the pines
With a face full of scars

She's more like me 
cnd we both need Jesus
To help us see


Oh how I pine for her
cnd she just knows it too
Talking bout my feelings 
Doing things I never

what I saw
Going back to Dover, Delaware, 'cause I want more
Indianapolis, Indiana, and Hartford, Connecticut, need an encore
Smelling pine trees in

In order to save my life, I sent you out 
on a foggy Oregon night 
Out by Wallowa Lake 

In order to make things right I sent you out 
By bodies