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to be bad
Your stress relief comes with the need
To kick the work week's ass
If you're feelin' this then catch a buzz
And go on and raise your glass

Depression

Dirty Projectors

Rise Above

2007

Right here
All by myself
I ain't got nobody else

The situation
The situation is bleeding me there's no relief

Depression
Depression

Or perhaps, makes you depraved
Church and state, their pawns in play
Shaping reality, day by day
Fighting The Empire, a futile game
You become them, all

Otto Titsling

Bette Midler

Beaches [Original Soundtrack]

1989

the story . . .

The inventor of the modern foundation garment

that we women wear today was a German scientist

and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!

the murders
Fell into a vortex of sadness and despair
In the grip of distress, Anubi came to her aid
Comforting her with his offer of a Death Covenant
She

And I clearly didn't look your way
It's a release, a relief 
And I clearly didn't look your way

You want your own space by the sink for the toothpaste

Medical trance, pain relief, struggle to shed reality.  Latex fingers push into the spine, eyes roll back and they control your mind.

clone.

By

designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle

Oh,

Wake up to the day planned
Baby you know I’ve waited endlessly
For the day to come when the world starts tripping me

Morning goes by slowly
Take it

Life goes by and then it's gone
Fighting not to be alone
Wrapped in gold from skin to soul
Throne is made of solid stone

Regal with the crown

The truth you cling to
Hanging by a thread
Familiar shadows
Looming overhead
This empty space
Kept warm for you
It's cold embrace
Could never be

"The next card shows, what outward lies 
And how by others you're perceived
People may mock you being a fool 
But foolishness can bring relief

you done
I heard the heartbreak
faced by the One that I defied
I ate the fruit, that was forbidden
And now my eyes are open
Naked and afraid
eternity

The simple isn't so
A filial miracle
The gates of hell must come
Will come down
A covenant a claim
A people for his name
His gospel song must go
Will

are mine

They are Mine 
Israel, they are Mine

I'll bring them from where I've scattered them 
And they'll be fed by My own hand

By My hand
They will

it all by memory deep in the memory sometimes I think we’re frozen in bronze like hawks and doves in a relief of love

From ages past, Your Word was true,
O Father, strong and ever new.
Through Abraham, You made a way,
A covenant that stands today.

In every season,

Fuck
Spend my days in a haze
Dragged down by the mundane
No thrill in the everyday
Depression barely at bay
Finding reasons
To keep the bullet from

The sky opens up
Amidst our mists of
Melding weather's

Visions of houses weathered down by time
A concrete jungle
Constructed in my heart
Elaborate

Saying the word out loud
Bringing relief inside
Shouting yet no one hears
Whispers never forgotten

Hanging off the earth
Caught in a mirage

World falls into violence
Forced into the judgment lands
Within the range of relief
The target stands
Triangulate the position
Proximity falls in

seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By Thy return sweet hour of prayer

Hot to Cold

Saga

Live in Hamburg

hot to hold
Hot to cold
Too hot to hold
Too hot to...
Half a degree either way unconcerned
You shed no ray of relief
And plagued by a fear of your

A bitter sweet relief (A bitter sweet relief)
I'll be chasing that high
For the rest of my life
Strawberry lemonade
Bring back the days (Bring back the days)