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Life in the Trees

Toyah

The Changeling

1982

Life in the trees
Reflections seen in mango leaves

No more spaceships for me
I'm landed in with my very own 
Babbon society
Eating the bark and gum

That's How They Do It in Dixie

Hank Williams, Jr.

That's How They Do It in Dixie: The Essential Collection

2006

lip-gloss, kiss beneath the swamp moss, 
On a moonlit night. 
Bubble gum perfume, well placed tattoo, 
Above her hiney, high. 
(Oh my.) 

Belly button

hip.
Goin' Big Kenny skinny
That's how they do it in Dixie.
Splish-splash.

Instrumental Break.

Watermelon lip-gloss,
Kiss beneath the swamp moss,

The Ballad of Davy Crockett

The Mellomen

Walt Disney Records Archive Collection, Vol. 1

2007

Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
south to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin'

Yeah, stirring up the pot
Add a couple worms, herbs from the swamp
Conjure up a curse, turn a person to a frog
Courtesy the blob with the shirt full

Wake Nicodemus

Tim Curry

Read My Lips

1978

coming" is almost here, it was long, long, long on the way. Now run and tell Elijah to hurry up pomp, and to meet us at the gum tree down in the swamp

Now I'm from the swamp I'ma creature uh
She black and white like a zebra uh
Off white the stripe no this is no Adidas
She want CC no Katrina I eat

Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase,
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
South to the swamps on the Florida Trace.
Davy - Davy Crockett,
Trackin'

The land had become a primordial swamp. 
	She began to walk toward her house. 
	The tree limbs made like a skeleton hand against the dark sky––they opened

my body growing moss boy
Flowering bodies cover my body in the swamp boy
Wake up and I wanna be the villain
I gum a gram of ketty so I'm numb to all my

boys stash cunts in trash dumps
But still keep it fresh like a packed lunch
My black lungs
Spit tar and remains of rap chumps that flap gums
I cremate

Y'ALL NIKKUHS,YALL DUDES IS CAUCASIAN,
DUDES IS CAUCASIAN, DUDES IS CAUCASIAN
I DON'T UNDERSTAND THEM NIKKUHS FROM LOUISIANA SWAMPS WHEN THEY TALK, CAUSE

and I gotta, bo bo
For the niggaz who pop shit like gum
Do come like a penis get kicked, in the anus
Play famous, and you gets nowhere (uh-huh)
Who

by the river, bitch, i live where the swamp is//
Some shit is even deeper than some physical trauma
The stuff of night, mares, strike imprints in my

to limb
A leafy translucent canopy
Five-hundred species of trees

Dark, level topped cypresses in knobby tangled swamps
Grassy savannahs in the midst

idols
You hold in the flaps of your gums
Granny saw the city of Chicago turn from city to swamp
Grandpa lost his momma, found himself killing and drilling

it's okay to put a little bit on a babies gum
But she gave me the whole damn bottle, still didn't make me drunk
I'm takin' dumps on all these rappers

and the place
Pull up with the tool out
Hoodie on like it's cool out
Get it poppin like a luau 
Bubble gum nigga get chewed out
I'm trippin
I need to be chillin

that bell
You know me well
M City to DC
Lyric facts compact like a cd
I reach back all black this is combat
Hold that
Shawty phat like a swamp rat
So

Ballad of Davy Crockett [From Davy Crockett]

Wellingtons

Fantastic Mr. Fox [Original Soundtrack]

2009

But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
South to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin'

flappin your gums
Repeating some dumb shit you heard on CNN
Give me little hope my minds blown lock and load

I cant believe any narratives anymore except

about the bad times
Man that was last night
Feel the beat and flash
Your yellow teeth by the black light
Suck down a strong drink
Make out with a swamp