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keamer yn
En krûpt by him op skoat
Lykas hy die al dy jierren lyn
Ek al wienen de tiden oars

Mar de tiid tikket troch
cs er yn ‘e spegel sjocht:
Pake en

should paint a eye on the front door
I should tell time by the sun more
I want a flaming arrow shot
Into a creeping raft
I'm kidding I just want

Leisureforce

Aesop Rock

Skelethon

the galley
With undead orcs pulling oars through the algae
Smash cut to a smoke-bombed quarantine
Guards like "all signs correlate with sorcery"
It's more

suit and I feel like James Bond
Got the world by my palm
Please remain calm
Cause I'm tryna meet yo mom
You can find me on real dudes dot com
All black

Bitch, I'm fucked up
Spilled my drink
Gettin' sucked up
By your bae
Tear the club up
Rick James
Runnin' it up
Gettin' paid
I been on demon
I been

who knows when 
I will be by your place
or ride in the Autumn leaves
around St. James
or pick up where we left off

Our dreams we'll follow them 
We'll

Damn, I'm bout to sin again
Feeling like LeBron James
Damn, I'm bout to win again
Feel like 50 cent
Because I'm hated by so Many Men
We used to be cool

Sweet Baby James

Highway 101

Paint the Town

1989

Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes

Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low

I ask

find 
a snowy owl

miracle in the night
there's a snowy owl by my side
on a ski lift in the rain 

candle life has begun
I have woken up everyone 
for

Sweet Baby James

Alex de Grassi

The Music of James Taylor

1999

Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes

The time has come to tell you
Of the tale of Mary Drew
Who buried sixteen husbands by the
Age of twenty two
Some say that she's a monster
The evil

poślizgnął
I czmychnął za róg i wzdłuż kamienicą
I z niknął mu z oczu nie pora by ginąć

James Bond co ona ma na celu
Oł Tau trafić do wielu
James Bond niezły

na oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign has just been acclaimed by King James
Oh na na na oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign

alles feroarje kin
Wat alle plannen fergoaie kin
Ek al bin 'k te plak hiel ergens oars
Yn de winter ha 'k Alvestêdekoarts
Ja by lichte froast bûke wurd ik

Remember when we danced to O.A.R.?
And we lost ourselves to that slow guitar
Or when the stars above that lake of ours
Kept us safe from the midnight

ought to paddle away through the window on a borrowed glass oar

They all look blue to you, as you watch upon the wandering by Lines in your overview,

Towards the unholy we're grasping the oars to battle we cannot delay
As tempests move swiftly with terrible force destined to wash us away

Time is short

THE FAIR MAID BY THE SEA SHORE
(words: traditional, music: Lissa S.)
source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939

There was

you're Al Pacino
Made by Tarantino
You came down like an angel
Like Michelangelo created you
Like you're James Bond
Burnin' money like you're Pablo

With God by your side you'll never ever fail
Your journey is to the top so keep on moving
They don't know God is not James
He keeps His promises
They

The Hand Clap

Big Poppa

51/50 Ratchet

2007

clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand

We hold the rivers of the Eastern trail
Deep in the land of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars

No shelter in this

have told my story

I try to resist
But the images keep coming through
So many years
Still, I'm defenceless

The house by the lake
His hands