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Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on,
Everything's tight from my loop to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends
Huh i've been that route too many times
If I ain't stabbed in
Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel came pumpin' on my floor
She said, "Come on baby I got a license for
It's like a cigarette
Tamed by your fingertips
When that cruel whisper
Slipped from your scarlet lips
So for the last time let me sail upon your ship
It's like a cigarette tamed by your fingertips
When that cruel whisper slipped from your scarlet lips
So for the last time let me sail upon your ship
And called them by name
"Now Dasher, now Dancer
Now Prancer, now Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid
On Doner, and Blitzen"
"To the top of the porch
To the top
and shouted and called them by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen
To the top of the porch, to the top
were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought she'd always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you're nowhere
shadow
Who is this young Vic Tanny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother
By
the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody
You can probably tell from the
Attitude I got it them chicks all bark like
A motherfucking forest
Playing with me I suggest you
Set the game
And the warnings from her family whirl like a hurricane.
Oh, she's drowning in emotions and she cannot reach the shore.
She's alive but can she survive the storm.
Chaplin, from the great man Himself. He turns the Chaplin walk into a dance called the Charleston. The dance Becomes famous all over the world, even
Cancer
I can call my Locs, old Grapes, no Fanta
I Got two big poles, Arabic, from Atlanta
Ride down your road, turn his ass to a dancer
My Hittas ain't
depression
I want it on the record that I'm respected
I want it on the record I'm a mother fucking microphone checking animal savage
Thirsty Naughty by nature
stay
for an answer
allowing yourselves
to be fooled
by the drunken dancer
it you had brains you'd be dangerous
make the sign of the cross
turn it
and shouted and called them by name
?Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet, on Doner, an' Blitzen
To the top of the porch, to the top
darling,
Lovely Almi.
To live with you, in seclusion, but not in poverty
Our life real, harmonious, beautiful
Should you have a darling child by me no more
glass / utter pandemonium
Spirits indulge in burning torches
Spinnig dancers wake to reality
Vodoun - cannot be abstracted from the day to day life
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
The time
unaffected by,
The winter winds here, she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles, from here.
Well Peter Patrick
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