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Royal Drug!

of the enchantment Navajo

I have seen your redrock
Canyons out of gallop
I have walked upon your Arizona hills
At crownpoint I watched an artists painting
All

An Artist

the North Strand
And on, and towards the sea

He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters

Turn the beat up but turn me
Down just a little bit
So I can get into this
Shit real gangsta like, okay

Royal, royal, royal ware, royal ware
Royal

Art Is Dead

Bo Burnham

Words Words Words

2010

I worked really hard for
I slept in late while you worked at the drug store

My drug's attention
I am addict
But I get paid to indulge in my

Farewell, Royal High School,
We'll remember you.
Dear alma mater,
We're steadfast, loyal, and true.

As we go onward
In the lives we lead.

Let me guess, another album about, "Poor me
I'm so famous, it has ruined my rich little life
And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about

that's a full flex
Played the hand I was dealt, that's a royal flush
I make grandmaster plans that are complex
Drop some cash on land and it's all plush

Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur
Draped in white velvet, silk and lace.
The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase,
Sparkles on fingers,

of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning, A screw was bawling
"Get up you bowsie, and clean up your cell"

And the auld triangle went jingle, jangle
All along

(Royal tea)
Story 'bout my past and future
(Royal tea)
Had to bow to kiss her
I done give you life
Of all first class
Let you make your own

Mukesh Royal

Mukesh Royal

Rain turning into snow
You put on your robes and disappear
Into new realities
Thought and memory
Stay by your side

Royal, royal morning blue

something to do with oil.
Things didn’t change last summer.
Now they don’t treat her so royal.

I am the artist.
I paint a picture for you.
I am the artist.

(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs

strand
And on, on towards the sea

He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters
He was telling

We Three Kings of Orient Are

The Beach Boys

Beach Boys' Christmas Album [LP]

1964

star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light

Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain
Gold

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,

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absolut royal salu

A Chair in the Sky

Joni Mitchell

Bread & Roses Festival, 1978

2015

the chance to kiss

Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living
Processions of missing
Lovers and friends
Fade in and they fade out again
In these daydreams

Warlord of the Royal Crocodiles

T. Rex

Get It On: The Collection

on his brow 
And he stalks in style like a royal crocodile. 

His chariot legs 
Are tree green and autumn brown 
His crown of dusk is a glimpse