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traveling by sea turtle

A temple in the mist fades into view
My giant friend slides back into the blue
And through the doorway i go into a sea of pilgrims

From primeval Chaos we came
And my father Uranus came to reign
His madness bore by prophecy 
In Tartarus confined Cyclops and Hecatonchires
Gaia was

wanna leave it all behind
Cause I don't have a mind of my own
I am influenced by
Everything I see
And I can't help it now
Everything in my life
Just

You counted every hair on my head
Knit together my every cell
I know that I am Yours
I know that I am chosen by Your hand
In the heavens or in

The Profit of Doom

Type O Negative

Dead Again

2007

Understood sadly by a chosen few, you

April 2029 the final time the end my friend is not near
The hour in fact is quite here when the moon becomes red

with the water got fish in my hands
I swim thru the water like porpoise
In love with the planet our purpose is
Got water in all of our orifices
And I'm

Handsome Molly

Martin Simpson

The Collection [Topic]

1992

Well, I wish I was in London,
Or some other seaport town
I'd put my foot on a steamboat
I'd sail the ocean 'round.

While sailing 'round

have been better
In my head
Never alone
I am never alone
By myself

Feeling the pressure
As it grows
I try unwinding
But I just fly like a ghost

Cause

Slow Down

Snoop Dogg

The Game Is to Be Sold Not to Be Told

1998

age, but they call me Mama
Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag
Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad
I never thought about my

my life
By the stripes upon Your back
And the forgiveness in Your eyes
Mercy's made mine

This pris'ner has been ransomed
This prodigal has been

Waking up - horrific night
Blinded by revealing light
Time has come, I know - I've lost my mind
Who is sitting on my bed
Who is talking in my head

only if you hold me by the hand
Every hour, we spend apart
It allows me numb my heart

Sit by my side
While we drink
Till the end of time
We have
All the time
In the world
To run to the edge of the universe
So why, why must we go
Every

walk side by side Hand in hand
Boys & Boys
Man & Man
Woman Woman
Human Human

feel when the time passed me by
Little children were playing in the park
They smiled at me and waved with their hands
Their tiny little hands
Love's all

girlfriend's cut off like Edward's hands
What's fucked up is he got at her
Bitches call her a rat, but shit she's heard worse
To my niggas having bitches,

My hand travels, quickly now
With a pace informed by a craving, a desire
There's salt on my hand
It was transferred there when I placed a chip in my

There's a picture of you
Holding my hand
It hangs on wall near the window
Through which you can see the park
On a summer's day in the rain
Feels I've

Where a marble courthouse stands
In them old Cotton Mill buildings
Denim made by local hands

I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across

home
You felt like home, felt like home
I saw the light in your eyes disappear
When you were holding my hand
And I can't hold my tears anymore
When I

Steaming past the buoys in Illinois                      
Big wheel churns my spirit toys
Weathered portrait in weary hands
Await at the far end

What if I came clean from the human pile? 
On my way out the door, shook too many hands 
On the way home 
On my way home 

By this time next year -

You standing in my door way
You say you don't gotta go
But you wont sit down
Babe cut the shit now
Standing in my door way
With your coat in hand

You came back
Back into my arms
Like a heart attack-tack
With your certain charms
Coming right through my eyes
Over my body, a hand on my thigh