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of speech

We become the music
we eat, love.

Movement becomes the  language of the fantastic
Particles in unison,  proper agile aliens of funk

I Am Canadian
Lyrics and Music by d Edgar Watts (c) 2015, 2023

I've seen this country from all four sides,
I've seen her from the South up

they don't see my cries
My breath is taken far away when I'm hearing from both sides
Let me breathe
Let me breathe
Let me breathe
Let me breathe

When

He was born in an East Side tenement

His folks were new to the land

They worked for the men who brought them here 
But it didn't work out

It is sad to think that the first few
People on earth needed no books, movies
Games or music to inspire
Cold-blooded murder the day
That Cain bashed

music, Double-truth, Dr
Fuckin' Kheem blowin', yeah, that's the Dream that I have, far from a Dr. King, but
I still am the man that's bringin' folks

with hella improvement
D.I.B had to get recruited
Done music for a decade
Since time I got hit by cupid
This music shit so therapeutic
Had a Box head so

Resonance, moon, mellow
I just killed one of my folks
Now i'm just tryna fall
Fall to be true, fall for me
Fall to be free, far from me
A turning point of no

jaded snap paint strokes
Faded on faint spokes
Ghost wheels scavenging barrels we sip straws to drain folks but still
Days go on lidding tops of hills

session's in my music
I don't know what
You've been told but
Some folks will cut
You down to a stump
S'not Dendrology
You'll learn to see
Some bastards only

to success
Even when I didn't have a car
I been taking metro better start walking
Because I'm going far, literally
Man I been stressing
But y'all won't catch

away from home
Just a teen, chose to roam

Her folks off the mark and off-sight
Must believe she’s dead by now
Cannot guess how far she’s come down

a separatist homicide
Rappers try to cultivate carbon monoxide
You tried to get entranced by the folks that try to get us by happenstance

Busdriver:
Frame our

put my foot in Ray Charles
For the music
Watch for the gaslight
Run through the gas
Like cars in the movement
With a couple of dudes in
Blasting Georgia

dance
To the music box serenade
While angels glide down the starlight promenade
The tinsel rain ends a seaside holiday
And the patrons smile, knowing life

conversate and have patience
Bout the future talking inspiration 
Our movements in our lives 
To inspire and advise 
These kids to justify 
The system by

to solo performances from individual artists accompanied by a pianist who also tell stories through their individual performances. 

The music of Shen Yun

Far over the misty mountains cold 
To dungeons deep and caverns old 
We must away ere break of day 
To seek the pale enchanted gold. 

The dwarves

die, I'll be here by your side
I promise there's no need to fear
They say party music pays
But I ain't there any way
I'd rather be at home sipping tea

listening to music
But you never knew what I was doing
'Cause I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing
You better not get up your chair
'Cause when you come back

I'm a killa wit the music
Killa wit the music
Kill, Kill, Killa like dat
I'm a killa wit the music
Killa wit the music
Kill, Kill, Killa like dat
I'm

alone
If the tumor comes back, I don't know
That's all I'll know forever, nothing
Then suddenly I heard music
Moon out and under me I felt movement
I said

And throw a party for the whole street hardly asking for a whole leap,
It's deeper than music it's a movement now sing along to it

[Chorus:]

Portrait of the Artist as a Hood

3rd Bass

Derelicts of Dialect

1991

skins like to go to the motels
but your ass won't know to the hotels
Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
A portrait, a self far from ??
My discussion