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sound system and let the bass loose
The earthquake bass makes the walls all tremble
A discotheque is what my room resembles
How loud it gets to me it does

By the Time I Get to Phoenix

Isaac Hayes

The Best of Isaac Hayes, Vol. 2

1986

his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I

So this is Great Britain
And welcome aboard
A sinking ship that's full of shit
And someone nicked the oars

With failing false economy
And anti-punk

Trapped upon this island
Around it endless sea
Surrounded by a million walls
These walls imprison me

Please! Set!  Me!  Free!  Release me from this

...'The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single

...'The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single

...'The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single

...'The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single

Three words that you disobey
A miracle erased
Tear down the wall
Fabricating our great divide
Seen like a loaded gun
Silencing everyone
Free when it falls

of time,
Where the one they call God brought me along for the ride, 

In the end who's there to say,
To embrace the great dismay,
cs the years go flying by

that's pulling me out the door
Try for something more
Try for something great
And wait 'til you see what's next

Step by step, when it's hard just to see

a hole in the world that's a great black pit
Some of the people living there are full of shit
The morals reflect the hatred they spit
And it goes by

your basement 
A playlist on your Mac of the unreleased Camille-album
A mint condition movieposter of Captian Eo
A Bootsy starbass on the wall in your

make a plan, a plan 
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be

She's rotting alone, rotting by syphilis
No starry sky can reach her beauty
Her hair is brighter than the sunflowers
My great lady of sorrow
My great lady

know the Star child
Star child is me
Got the talent feeling right
Every day for my flight
My fans gonna crowd
Gonna crowd me alright
Star power so great

Cast your burden on the Lord
Be encouraged by his word
Find your strength in him alone
This world isn't your home

Though we cannot see his ways
We

Walking around these walls
I thought by now they'd fall
But You have never failed me yet
Waiting for change to come
Knowing the battle's won
For You

on the wall
One day, the newborn will grow
Into the hunter
The hunter
The invaders
And the great devourer
For our brothers the turned
They linger and search for

on my wall like peter pan

I’m a softy I pretend like I’m the toughest
My brain is loud when I’m alone and I can’t hush it
My life is great but sometimes

love
Great power and authority
That's making the devil run

In Jesus name

There's a mighty wind blowing
All across the land
A remnant is marching

urine stains off garden gates and chip shop walls
There’s a girl whose name I can’t remember beside me
And she snores

My Great British Sunday is here

Like every crook on Wall Street
Every song ever written
Every poser in Brooklyn
Every fucking angel
Every friend of mine driven aimlessly around by

The Epsilon Exordium

Bal-Sagoth

Atlantis Ascendant

2001

who reputedly came down from the stars in great silvern chariots drawn by steeds of flame.
At any rate, I have my trusted Martini-Henry .45 calibre