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rites for human-kind.
From their ashes, a cimmerian nebulae rose
and engulfed the goat-forsaken fields
of the devil's dead earth.
a shroud woven by

materialized
‘Cause you’re my Guardian Angel who protects me from ”B Sides”.

(Pre)
Like some kind of kid tale you used to tell us in the sea.
You’re one

Got myself through college, 
But I cannot pay the debt. 
Bankers send me letters, 
But the jobs are hard to get. 
I’ve been sold on prospects, 
But

rotting roots, and unhiding weeds
Shredding letters never written through my teeth and calling it poetry

I.... cM.... my ancestors' wildest dreams

Swathed in bruises
The holy land's defiled
And I was useless
On the side

Kind and ruthless
But never did you ask to know such pain
Nor did I

Was it

My big bro got a life
Sentence just for three cracks
Couple fences, couple letters, flicks
He just need that
Yeah, I'm a street nigga's hope
Nothin'

from my losses cuz the goal is to win
Yea the goal is to win

Different not but better real to the last letter
To hate I'm deafer give hustle maximum

girl
Baby you my dream girl

I could take you by the soul
I could make you my forever
I could give you all the love
That I've been hidding
In the crevise

good company
As we're all going together
I've had women of every kind
But the only one truly was mine
Is the one at home who'll be alone
When I am

there's nothing to gain
Whatsoever can you hear okay

Off by one letter, it doesn't matter to me
Roll up the water, what kind of progress is right

the surface of my soul
I write letters to myself
In the mirrors of hotels
To make it feel like someone
Is travelling with me
I tuck myself in at night
My

grave 
Down by the Green River he smiled 
And he gave her a wave  

I remember the songs he wrote 
How could anyone forget? 
And the gracious way he

Took a shot at the other team
Yelling at me I don't know what you mean
How I got up was a mystery
Under 100 kind of hard to believe

They're

Whistle and Steam

Thea Gilmore

Harpo's Ghost

2006

There's a man down at the station
On a newspaper bed
I just need some kind of salvation
Before I die' he said
But honey we're just passers-by
In

Independent Girl

Apache Indian

Real People

1998

and you have the right walk
When you pass by everybody them a talk
Watch how she cris and took how she fine
Independent just one of a kind
Love fe see

She Thinks

Emanon

The Waiting Room

My kisses wake her in the night
When she turns, I'm not there
I wouldn't have left if I had known 
That she'd be left all by her lone
It took my

on her neck from the night before.
They went a little too far in the back of that 4 by 4.
Uh oh oh.

She blamed it on a cowboy let her get away.
I guess he

State 
Some Kind Of Way To Get Their Game 
To Be Played ct The Highest Stakes 
We Nailed To Ply 
State What On Our Mind cnd Erased  
c Sign Of The Times

prove kind,
I have laid my love on you until in my mind.”
He turned around lightly as the Gordons do all
Says, “I thank you, Lady Jeannie, but I

stitch-by-stitch it's there again

I used to have one. It was let me see
You might remember and then where would we be?
Make a person lie down in your chalk outline

there's something you're not saying
And things go sideways all the time
Oh silence never suited you
And life I know is anything but kind
Where's the joy

at the neck, set it off
Ready for whatever with machete on the leather comrades
With a letter on the wall, steady head, heavy guts and a set of balls
What I

asked what I remember most
Songs she sung by my cradle side
Father taught me to be kind
Before I learned the world was hard
Beneath the plum tree in

The Deepest Ocean There Is

Tired Pony

The Place We Ran From

2010

quenched what I've thirsted

These years have flown by
These hands have shaken
I have no notion
What happens next

There's a kind of feelings
And I