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La la I knew this man at the station (before the trucks disappeared)
I need matrimony said the Cossack to his pony la la: listening for motors
words like that.
St. Louise is listening.
You didn't use words like that.
St. Louise is listening.
You rang the Eskimo to meet you at the station
Late night station turned on, tires in the rain
The eagles ride beside you, to the highway's old refrain
The night can last forever as fast as you
to stations providing news and information for your local area
You are listening to the emergency alert system serving the New York City area
Do not use your
me what's the frequency now
'Cause I'm listening, you're falling
It's a long, long way down
Radio wars, change the station
My digital heart is
The Other Side
Ed Graves
Verse
There’s a silence - it’s dangerous
Your own house - your neighbors oh
Bumper stickers - TV stations
Have decided -
Listening to Joe
Man that's bad for your health
Tryna be these fucking rappers
Man that's bad for your wealth
Stalk Amanda B
With the cam on stealth
worth while||Chorus|And I wanna say thanks! Thanks for listening So just raise your beer let me hear you cheer To all those friends that I'm missing I
If you're listening...
I'm sitting on the front porch this afternoon
Sipping on an Old Milwaukee beer
Wishing you were sitting here right beside me
Well, this station is breaking my heart and my hard head
Wanted you to change, but I changed my mind instead
I wanted proof, you wanted something
words like that.
St. Louise is listening.
You didn't use words like that.
St. Louise is listening.
You rang the Eskimo to meet you at the station
started listening to bluegrass music in Bryan Duckworth's rust red 1970 Ford Maverick.
Had an eight track tape deck and an eight track tape of Bill
and watch the hours quickening
Oh oh oh oh oh
In the back of the station
Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering
Well he speaks his mind
He
to my favorite station.
And all around the world,
Satellite beaming bright out into the starry night,
But you're sending nothing good enough
games
Getting hustled and rustled out in the rain
As I sat inside listening to the broadcast
Oh save my soul sweet rock and
Roll 'cuz I'm sinking fast
ippai ni sutte
Haite
Ima
Anata ga kiite iru
Ongaku no
Vibration ga
Karada zentai ni
Ikiwataru yo ni
Anata wa ima
Uchu station no
Shiroi lounge de
sheep forgot him
Welcome to the blue farm on the station's hill
Love is a dog from hell
If your heart belongs to one of them
Some seem to be angels in
listening too
It shares your wound
Every time it has to leave station's womb
Friction feeds the burn
Wisdom keeps you firm
You need to be
With yourself
While
station
I'm a little bit corny
I'm a wild wood flower
Waving for you
Broadcasting tower
Waving for you
And I'm sending you out
This signal here
I
station
I'm a little bit corny
I'm a wild wood flower
Waving for you
Broadcasting tower
Waving for you
And I'm sending you out
This signal here
I
witnessing a feature presentation
Of some brothers that done made it
From the struggle built from satan, no fakin'
You are listening to music of the truest
games
Gettin hustled and rustled out in the rain
As I sat inside listening to the broadcast
Oh save my soul sweet rock'n'roll 'cause I'm sinkin' fast
Bill Monroe
Rather be in some dark hollow or some dark deep shady grove
Than to be a bluegrass widow"
I started listening to bluegrass music
In Bryan
decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was almost raining at the train station
We put our hoods on our heads at the train station
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