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Crosby, Stills & Nash (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Crosby, Stills & Nash (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Crosby, Stills & Nash [Expanded Edition] (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Crosby, Stills & Nash (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Crosby, Stills & Nash (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Still Stills: The Best of Stephen Stills (Stephen Stills) · Stills/Illegal Stills/Thoroughfare Gap (Stephen Stills) · Graham Nash/David Crosby (David Crosby) · Crosby & Nash (Graham Nash) · Graham Nash/David Crosby (Graham Nash) – and 90 other albums »


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of a man.
Yeah?
Picture this if you can
Okay, I'll try...
Bead jobs
Knotted nylons
Bamboo canes
Three unreleased recordings of crosby, stills, nash & young
heart she fell, 
Oh, I got pulled into her spell 
I can still see her there, 
With the flowers in her hair 

Oh Amelia, my southern woman, oh my
Got my window open in the southern cross hotel
It's been my longest night I can tell
By the way I'm not surprised
To see the desert cover over
The Gallopin' Goose

[Musical interlude here.]

Down the three-percent to Rico
In the valley of Dolores
They still talk about the Southern
An' her flock of flyin'
Maybe somewhere in the southern hemisphere
 There could be room for all this love
 Where they've saved a place for innocence
 And what is still
I can still recall the night
Lightning burned the mansion down
We all stood in out pajamas
On that hallowed southern ground

When the flames had
and the devil's smile
We only had him for a little while
But the world still sings his songs

And the day the Freebird died
Before the rugged cross we cried
is raised toward the sun

As we stand below the Southern Cross
Brothers united as one
Stand together, a united force
We will all overcome
recordings of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young fighting in the dressing-room of the Fillmore East! Why, 'n enchilada wrapped with pickle sauce shook up and down
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
And the Southern Cross has got you in her sights

I?ll do everything I should
But I still got to learn how to be good
You've got two strong arms, you see
Got
Rocking through the night
All is silent... Southern Cross
It's easy for me to write
Even though I wonder...
But I feel nothing seems lost
We're
By My Side

It's all right I'm not lost,
I've got a reading on the Southern Cross,
And I've been listening to the radio,
For signs of new life,
and even that's getting faint
And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines through Georgia pines
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
duck when they fly by*
So much drama in southern California
'cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous place had ya smilin'
loss
Swap the city’s lights for the southern cross
Gather the gang and make that night
An ultimatum to the universe, fuck or fight
From the rush
that'll bury ya
It gets scarier when clones cross polonaise
Hydroponic, cryptnotic, supersonic, madocnize
You wake up and you still feeling groggy yeah
you know, nothing but the Dog in me
You make love to me and I still act stingy
Oh should I pay you? You must be tripping
I didn't buy you and I sure
nothing but the Dog in me
You make love to me and I still act stingy
Oh should I pay you? You must be tripping
I didn't buy you and I sure ain't renting
on the ground
Still smokin'
I'm hopin' to give the kids something back
Instead of wild-ass stories about sellin' vials of crack
Or bitches and cars, but my
this bar!

By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,