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heartbeat drum

I see sunrise on the plains, big river at dusk
Perpetual pillar of dust on prairie rim and always overhead
Those wings, circling, turning

heartbeat drum

I see sunrise on the plains, big river at dusk
Perpetual pillar of dust on prairie rim and always overhead
Those wings, circling, turning

unconscious on a sober day

Rooftop
Translucent purple sky
Watch the dust settle
Lens unoccupied
I feel dwarfed by transparent blue
Hushed by the wind
These

clemency
Your loot will be crushed into dust
Whose the cut head in my hand is?
Can you feel me?
Can you find me?
Shall not! Cannot!

Lifeless in the dark mud

Only Us

Peter Gabriel

Us

1992

kick up dust
Seduced by the noise and the bright things that glisten
I knew all the time I should shut up and listen
And I'm finding my way home from

where to begin

I felt her showing me tastes, closing my eyes
Snaking, lifting, our withering embrace
Turning to dust in the stream, picking me up
Again

is nigh
Will I leave a legacy remember me when I die?
Time passing by the unstoppable grind
We crumble to dust as we have it on our minds
We should

Stumpside

Rasputina

Thanks for the Ether

1996

All that I have is this dull paring knife
Peeling potatoes the rest of my life
Dirt floors make dust so I hope for the best
I carry candles with

to
Analyze the game. Blessings start with salvation by grace, God will roll away my shame
In the name of the Father and the Holy Ghost, the answer that no one

Recipe

Dont choke on regret
For not Respecting me
Doubt had me Upset
Misstepped  because
I was Next
Finesse is worth a Second
Chance Fatigued By Stress
My

be much worse
So I'm pressing on
Dust off my shirt
Cause I'm strong enough to get to work
Cause we gone make it through
We gone make it through
We gone

year lie I crucify the pedophile fallen angels  
My hate and anger can be silenced only by those ones wicked painful cry

I see the pyre made of angel's

will be
Destroyed by guardians
And their sons will finish
With the dust we leave on earth
Everyone will be
Judged for their sins and
Condemned to live in

I seem to spend these days
Searching for my wings
And all the life they'll bring

But I should learn to stand
Stand above it all
For it's me that

I was born beneath the magnolia tree with the moon in my eyes and with dust on my feet
And the taste of the raven's breath on my tongue
My warm wet

locked in chains, that must be important, huh
Imported by divine power
Stuffed like sardines, we were shipped sour, ill
We rebelled against the Almighty

Grand Finale

Turtle Banxx

Twista Presents Legit Ballin'

2011

its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat

of ravens
dine on the charred flesh of angels. ...

III. The Devil's Empyrium

My draconian wings unfolded as I drank
from a dark prism, the lifeblood

think I'm ready to go
I think I'm ready
I think I'm ready to go
I think I'm ready

And I, I'm out on the wind
So catch my wings
I think I'm ready

any means, by any means

Walk in the trap and I gotta get my shit off
I cannot fuck with these niggas they ripoffs
Send a blitz in the NFL you get

of losing my love
Degree attracting dust and its relatives on the wall
Drop the CV, decompose in coffin waiting for a call
Niggas fuck with your wings to make

Love Anyway

The Waterboys

The Whole of the Moon: The Music of the Waterboys & Mike Scott

1998

I love you anyway

You threw the blame
What a role to play!
My story's the same
I love you anyway

You dealt the blow
And you burst the ball

the world but we're still tight
Like a dust up at Fisher's Pit and I'd fight
Any circumstance and I got your back
I want to celebrate now where are my friends

streets of shame as the powerful stoop and crumble
Time to shout them back to chalk and dust unhinge their wizened glue

Oh I could rush by or I could chose