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Cemetery of oblivion

170 dead bodies on the riverbanks.
They warned (it) before.
This historical collective suicide,
It´s a humanity shame.

The Grind Date

De La Soul

The Grind Date

2004

inherit the debt
You can bet I got better things to do than that
I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys
Came on my land, seized my cattle,

Child with the Star on His Head [Live]

Sufjan Stevens

Silver & Gold

2012

end
The troubles end, the troubles end

And by the time there’s nothing left
An empty tree, a winter vest
A winter vest, a winter vest

And all

Textured thoughts, layered planes, dreams to dream
Process life to heal, and be healed
Oh, the fabric of existence was woven by collective consciousness

specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'

Where No Ghost Is Holy

Dismember

God That Never Was

2006

Ruled by ruin, the city of God
Collective madness of the holy squad
Divine violations of dignity
Corrupted secrecy

Hordes of the fallen, lost

Flying by a world so high
Catch a glimpse of true reality
Such a mystery
How can one not see
That even though
We may die
It's not the end for you

My metabolic rate is so slow now
It's measured by a calendar somehow

Gunsmoke and MASH my favorite shows
I can no longer feel my toes

I'd go get

a helluva day (huh) 
Had a helluva day (huh huh) 

Days cross my calendar 
I’m counting 
All my plans fell into a drain 
They in the fountain 

Days cross my

breeds (spoken)
In shadows cast by collective hands
We dance as marionettes in a playground
Bound by the strings of cultural design
Our identities forged,

keep beggin' to fuck, by the time that I hit it she couldn't even handle it (ho)
I'm really a snake, when I get on a plane, in my mind I be thinkin'

Oh Mr. Calender can you make time go faster?
I’ve been feeling so slow
by the things I can’t let go

Please just let me wake
Up to be older and wiser

On

Gloria Estefan

Miss Little Havana

2011

that they won't lie
Judging by the moon I might be changin' for the night

[Repeat: x2]
You turn me on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on
On, on,

Homecoming Party

Old Crow Medicine Show

Volunteer

Leave my suitcase by the car I'll bring it in in the mornin'
Stack my guitar case just inside the door
Pet the dog too tired to wag his tail
Check

Adirondack chairs
Fire fueled by stories
And our collective laughs

Drive through the night
drive
All through the night
just drive
And into the sunrise
For

prophecies of loss overthrown by new creation

And the great day of his wrath was only theirs
Collective pandemonium wrought by billionaires
Choosing

And it goes on and on
It's never 'gon stop it just goes
On and on
Pages on the calendar go
On and on
Yeah this life is full of pain
But

Justification decentralized by conditioned guilt
Fear responses
Realize
For individuals who wish to acquire

Sigil to the will
Give the mind before which is

Yeah cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga it's Young Mula
First Lady ugh, yo, yo

Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Balenciagas,

Sparks on the edge
Fire on the border 
The personal subconscious mind plugs into the womb of collective unconsciousness
Dreams by its source are

They smile and they lie
Your calendar's the same
But somehow you will manage to get by

He says that he don't give a fuck
He'll simply toss you away
He's

I forgot to send home
who waits up for me
all through the night
calendar girl who's in love with the world
stay alive!
I dreamed I was dying as I so

Baby you call me like pretender
Baby your wave to strong for me
I never date on my calendar
Never
Shake shake
Baby no be fake this gold be plastic

Meshuggah!)  Well was I aware I was more uplifted by the enkindled smiling of the stars... So I cannot find myself worthy.  Covered with scent vile they seem