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I remember her eyes
Every time I looked
Deep into her dark brown eyes
Dark as the moonlight
Bright as the sun
Beautiful like the sky may seem
She

c cry comes in the wind betimes
Or stirs her broken sleep
Of Padraic whom the hurlers stole
But now she does not weep

For Pex is getting old, so old

Caution

The Chameleons UK

Strange Times [Bonus Disc]

1986

We have no future, we have no past
We're just drifting ghosts of glass
Brown sugar, ice in our veins
No pressure, no pain

Everybody looks

Dark hair in the wind
From the snow to the sand
Climbing up the hill
Running through the land
She's not afraid
She doesn't care
And in the dark
She's

green to brown
Just the sound as the autumn wind blows
And everyone else knows this is the way that autumn goes
But I'm still busy trying to cut through

What Cool Breezes Do

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,

Verse 1:
Slow ticking clocks
My whole face was melting away in the wind 
When you sailed away

Standing by the docks
I knew that you were out there

amounting in place
Resist the winds sweeping brown waves
Delivering the most essential change
To achieve the prime iteration of substance

The autumn sunlight's getting low in the sky
Dusty leaves brown and dry
The earth is ready
For winter time
There's a dog
Gone muzzle gray
Lived his

tuberculosis, folks."

People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake

that throwback vibe
90's style
Dark brown eyes and electric smile
That nonchalant
I don't care
Windows down wind in my hair
Polaroids
Corduroy how come

In their stead
A starlit void to take us in
Unsullied altogether by a single city's light
The profound silence of the woods
The strange serenity

the flames where your darkened eyes meet me
You blow the black ashes and you sleep in the black Sea
The wind blows your cradle and whispers discreetly
Let cold

I'm gonna take my time (time)
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke

If you don't know by now
Doggy Dogg

sit right here, till a good idea 
Comes through
One that ain't about you

I ain't gonna write about your long brown hair
How your lips they taste like

It's a new day new color new age
All races different and their beauty insane
Bitch I'm brown and I'm proud and my people they're loud
Doing whatever

The summer's gone by too fast                                  
My body's pulling down; it's heavier                        
How long will this

Looking through my window
See the way the wind blows
I don't know what you got now

Drinking cold coffee 
Do you thinking of me?
I don't know what

On your motorbike
Hair in the wind
Lost on some path
At it again
Caffeine lips
Brown flakey tan
A buddy a pal
My best of friends
How's it been

Tell

she got them brown curls
She finna stay in my world
If she got them brown curls
She finna stay in my world
I'm finna go where the wind will take me
Even

Yea
Stylesz
Yea, yea yea
Yea
Ahhh-uhhh

Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip her hair in the wind got me tripping
Love my baby girl

Drawn out to see that day
His skin turned brown and his eyes grew grey
It was the old man and the sea
His life moved by like the waves in the ocean

Row After Row  by Rod Brown   1/5/15

Row after row flowers and flags
Seasons they come and they go
Row after row in the melting snow
Row after row,

On a April day down by the sea
When the cold wind whips in your face 
Off the ocean

Come September you'll remember me
When the leaves turn from green to red