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I could, maybe I could, maybe I Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally If I were David Byrne I'd go to galleries and not be too
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this
rap Got to pay to get your boys back I'ma kidnap artists Real artists Fake artists Strong artists Weak artists Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
introduced the oceans to the earth Well whoever made the snowflakes Made shadows where doubts lurk I suspect an artist is at work I know when an artist
America's most complete artist" "What's your name boy?" "I.. am.." "America's most complete artist" "You better get ready" "for America's most complete
values When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world Here he comes I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man Mr.
(辛い記憶も) 一気に (時代の roar) 即 飲み干す (自分と共存) 一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho') さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
true artist Makes him aware that our Nation falls Short of it's highest potential I see little of more importance to The future of our country and Our
of other lover's been burned And right now this seems real to you But it's one of those things you gotta feel to be true (baby) Oh, yeah Go Lainey
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart The blacksmith
Yo, yeah, dat way I mean, you know this not a diss record I don't sneak diss This just for the record, just facts Your artists be taking my
artists, they were on the run I got them out to California One was gifted and the other was fun Merchants will always be merchants, of course But
All alone, or in two's The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart The blacksmith
There's other people, you selfish asshole! I must be psychotic I must be demented To think that I'm worthy of all this attention Of all of this money
I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria crying Late last night I heard the news That was dying Veracruz was dying Someone called Maria's
a large type artist ranch This is where see Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark Have you been to the English Deer Park? Spare a thought for the sleeping promo
skin And when I feel it, you're wearing thin But I've got a plan Why don't you be the artist And make me out of clay? Why don't you be the writer
be back But I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed And ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed Singing, "Oh Wilson, someday I
artist And everybody knows you by a different name I didn't catch your first name I didn't get your last I didn't hear too much what was said My
All alone, or in two's The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands
I tell you folks it's heaven to be ridin' down the trail To watch the desert sun go down Cactus plants are bloomin'... To watch the desert sun go
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