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And the ever rising storm it never ceases
Summon up your strength
And lean upon the oar
I'm sending you a dove
Now strike out for the shore

You'll

never get out
Stuck in this town, I’ll scream my lungs out
A group of friends all broken piece by piece
As the distance made the stress increase
I’d give

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

The Best of Sugar Hill

1995

might get fooled if you come from out of town 
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around

Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly 
But you

Island blew their horns (Am9)
Mornings are golden above the splash of my
oars
As I rowed back to our Grampian sloop
But Cuttyhunk beckons with old

Painted Too Much of This Town

Emerson Drive

Countrified

2006

sign
A building I can (could) pass by
Or a corner that I can go around
'Cause we've painted too much of this town

There's a soccer field behind

fine town
And I am so proud
To sing it out loud
This is my town
This is my town

We all learned to smoke
Down by the factory gates
On our way back

(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)

Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get

down in Cookie Town
A celebrations going down in Cookie Town
A celebrations going down in Cookie Town
Live by Faith, not by sight
And be rewarded
Ooooo

the night 
The Black Birds have caught your soul
You belong to this Dirty Town

You belong to this Dirty Town
You belong to this Dirty Town
You belong to this

end town
Yea this dead end town
Ahh dead end town
Its all bleeding ulcers and cockroach bars
Depression thats masked by the cigarette tar
And the stale

sleepy town
(This sleepy town)
This is the sound of yesterday shutting down
(This is the sound yesterday shutting down)

Let me apologize for everything

Speaking of Ghost

s t a r g a z e

Music for the Long Emergency

2018

you most
It's like speaking of a ghost
I would love you most
It's like speaking of a ghost

Remember him, take a breath
Man the oars, then

cut the more you’ll fail
And now you look to blame me
The irony is crazy
Ditch the oars and grab the sail

Don’t leave this too late
Whip it back into

Sheriff in town sheriff in now

You can call me
I'll be right on the case
Don't be fooled by the look on your face

You can call me
You gon' take it too far

passing by
And there is nothing that they care about

I mean, how can they ignore
That I'm about to jump and hit the floor?
This town is full of faces

alright
Nothin' changes here in this ghost town
Until it has to change
But lately I've seen life in this little town
A warm smile, passer-by, now we're all

Down in Old Wapping docks, near the banks and the rocks
where the gibbets use to sing across the Thames
every now and every then with a silver oar

man or a clown with balloons

We face down in the soup
Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U
Loud as a crowd getting down at the stoop
Throw your oars

Midget Saw

Alestorm

Back Through Time

2011

And strap him to that table there
This pirate's not gonna walk again
He's in for a world of nasty pain!

Slap that midget with an oar
Remove his legs

Aye
Yuh
Aye
See the word around town
Is you don’t know ya’ people
And everybody thinks ya’ evil
See the word around town
Is you live by the steeple

DEAD BOY PABLO
GOT THIS BEAT FROM PABLO [YEE - YEE - YEE]

IM BOUT TO SHAKE THE WORLD
YEAH, SHAKE DAT - SHAKE DAT
IM BOUT TO SHAKE THE WORLD
YEAH,

Ghost town
Ghost town
Ghost town
Ghost town
I tried to deny the darkness in my head
But in this town your depression can't hide
I tried my best to put

Yeah, yeah
(Once again, back is the incredible)

It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put

Verse:
Fire burn down this town
shredding all peace and consumed by scum
tortured by fiends who take pleasure from this
as buildings burn down
I am