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Blue Highway
Shadows dance on the rose.
Traveling down this winding road.
To return, going home
along the Blue Highway.

Along the Blue Highway, my

but the bottle's gone
By the end of the night all the red roses
All over the ground and the thorns are hurting me right now
Cause I'm not over you yet

in the air, throw 'em up
Not very poggery
Look at our land
Tryna fall to demagoguery
Roses are red
I back the blue
Donald J. Trump is comin' for you

spicy little bitch. 	
A comedic poem, the struggles of being a dyke, by me, slb spicy lil bitch 
Roses are red, 
Violets are blue 
Just because imma dyke

swindled and atomized by some technocratic maestros who promised you they knew best 

 

So if these artifacts, are in fact, the fading echoes of a dream

found your route
Moonlight is piercing through the clouds
Late night we cuddling in my house
See twelve red roses on the couch
I’m so in love don't ask me

blue skies to red roses
The majesty of nature imposes (Thank you God)
But us trapped in the city life
Are too caught up in the city life
Ain't living

heart beat red,but yours,  prim rose
i go off in the woods w nothing but a hair pick bro,
come out that mothafucka wearing a
bear skin coat
im a self made

Lately, time has been passing by
As the wind blows and the red rose dies
It seems so slow, yet it flies

Every night I'm here Universe
It would be

Ancient, the land that once was
Plagued by its greed
Ancient, the sun that once rose
Silver in a dream
The silverest of dreams

I see, I dream, we

feel

So could you whisper in my ear
How much you love me, dear?
I’ll be good and I’ll behave
If you give me your praise!

And I’ll pour another glass

just like Sea, C he can make it up (Up)
He make it left, right, he rose when he was down
What?
All love me when I was low (Yeah)
They will never ever

She want me
To be the one
She sent to my home
A thin red rose
She want me
To be the one
She want me
To come back home 
With her tonight
See it

won't you kiss me
In a place where love can bloom
In rose-colored frames, we were smiling last June
Soaking up the blood-red sun
Of white-sand beaches in

Sunrise/Sunset

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

up my spine
Facing crime in an eye to eye, head to head
Thinking of how to get dough to bread, keep roses red
I realize that my life is composed

I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to my self
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue
And clouds

the meditative zeal,
I can feel the oncoming miracle.
It's just the spiritual part of a miracle,
The masses are getting hysterical,
Rapture of strings with red

just by loving you more

But red flags behind rose-tinted glasses looked so pretty to me
What a fucked up way to be
What a messed up fantasy

I, should I

Are also on the faces of people going by 
I see friends shaking hands, saying "How do you do?" 
They're really saying: I love you

I hear babies cry, I

cloth, red roses too.
Just the way it used to be.
You're still beautiful, 
you shouldn't act surprised.
Here's to both of us and years gone by.
Let's stay

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see'em bloom for me and for you
And I think to my self
What a wonderfull World

I see skies of blue, clounds