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man, I'm white as a ghost

But it's my baby on the line from the jersey coast, she says

"c'mon home, honey," gonna make it after all, and it's


First

here loud and clear
Now there's only cold and fear
But red flags alone remain
Untouched by dust, free from stain

City zero, city zero
City zero
Boiled

to uncover them

I have somehow got
Away with everything
Anything you ever did was strictly by design
But you got it wrong
And I'll go anywhere but there

A light summer breeze
Gently sways on the lake
Timed by the music
The drink so sweet

I focus on you
I am your man in the moon
Bright and light
Shine

the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? 
It's all good, baby baby (check it)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt

Who's sees yourself as someone else
His reasons would sink in the sand

So let your red wolf moon
Capture the cards that fall
By tasting the salt from

Man, damn, uh
Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy

Man (damn), deviated leather in this 911
Bend a corner, I'm on Hayes Street copping a windbreaker

By The Sea

Promenade on the strand
Barefoot in the sand
Seashells in my hand
Lost in no-man’s-land

Sparkling clear
Light blue and dear
Marvellous

Bringing home the bacon fryin' it up in the pan 
Here we come sexy yet rough 
And we never let you ever forget you're a man 
(repeat) 

I'm a Nineties

the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? 
It's all good, baby baby (check it)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt

hope in a short time to see you again

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas
Until we

Oh, what did I say?
She's all shook up
Lost in the summer, man
We're burning up
The time don't show
When the sun gets carried
The tide curves

Like I'm Deion once the sirens start
Ring ring by the park, my pants keep falling
I hop the fence easy (uh)
They stopped chasing, damn, my ID dirty

Soldier from jungle never take
Back free shot's
But that ended up at when man fly

The impulse makes your body pulse beat
Off a beat per minute (Ohh)
As I

dropping that salt
(That’s salt)
That’s bad luck on your conscious
Expectations turned sour
(Sour)
Now I’m just back in the booth
(I’m back)
Yeah I pay by

I got a a girl who lives by the sea 
She’s the one for me 
Daughter of an old salt fisherman 
By the name of Goliath Lee 
Amber eyes and satin skin

na murder
And I have been warned by my mama
To stay away from girls like you
Cause of the things  wey you fit do
You don dey turn man to mumu
Ori wa n

As he says, not as he does
Masters of the salt, silt, and Earth

An offering demanded
By God
His grace entitled to the
Favored ones

A battle raged

Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker

John Riley

Judy Collins

Treasures from the Folk Den

2001

A fair young maid was in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
He said fair maid, will you marry me?
And this answer was her reply

Oh no

and crab, shrimp and cod,
He worked the sea, where he now lies with God.

Farewell to the Fisher men, who lived by the sea,
A life of salt and toil, now

and me
A man holds fast to be within his clarity

I am the ice, you are the salt
I melt to nothing beneath your bones
I live the freeze to hide my heat

Beast Inside

Inspiral Carpets

The Beast Inside

1991

Lift the scab off the sore
Rub another lump of salt in the wound
Word is out that you're
Gonna get reasonable soon

Guess a man is no man
If he

of this journey births fear in men
Promise of glory keeps wind in our sails
As we wait for the calls of the raven
Our eyes endlessly scan the horizon
Salt