Lyrics:
field is ploughed.
And I know that, after all,
The rains that fell will fall.
a Stinking Cloud
Speak With Plants, we can talk after you've been ploughed
Born to disrupt, don't you dare get physical
I interrupt, I make your strikes all
and the guap
I'ma be a cash cow
I'ma be a cow
Man the way I get her ploughed
I'ma put it in
But I'll never take her out
I'ma take you niggas out
And I'll do it
Oh, the sudden wings arising from the ploughed fields brown
Showered aloft in spray of song the wild-bird twitter floats
O'er the unseen fount
On a dark stormy night
We ploughed the salt sea
Our good ship was rocked
And struck by lightning
The fiery bolt
Destroyed our mainmast
And burned up
And she lay her head down that day
No one knew her name
(Woah)
(Wooh)
(Oooooh)
I see a fallen man
Made of water, clay and sand
Since he ploughed the earth
Fruits of his empire, many fountains stand
Sculptures of his image brought to life by countless hands
Can't expect to reap the crop if you never ploughed
The depths are ploughed so deep that light's just a memory
Warm in the clothes of those we left behind
Along the tracks we march towards an uncertainty
A path
Strong the wind that filled your sails
Deep your anchor in the gales
True the course you charted through the seas
Good the ground you ploughed and planted
talking fammo
But only been a Fan though
Damn moe
Why you riding round in my town for
Gotta push pounds of the snow to keep the ground ploughed
All the gang
your face
You can't move forward with your feet ploughed in the ground
You try to, flick another flake but you cannot reach awake
Stop the spin, I'm
ploughed him in the furrow deep
Till the clods lay o'er his head
And these three men were rejoicing then
John Barleycorn was dead
They left him for a week
the use of metaphor
But you have to be sure it hasn't been used before
One line left for Hep-Cat Bill Burroughs
A man with a plan who ploughed his own
The air smells of earth from a freshly ploughed field,
a light blue sky is stretching out like a shield.
Golden sunbeams are dancing in the trees
down and make me proud
Was Ten Toes on Field everyday I ploughed
Can't sit down and break it down
I'm on the go cuh i just gotta get it now
Man just
The tough morning, the grief-filled house, a field left half ploughed up. The whole life is the shift, the work - the price, a rock hits you, you
the nationalists prating
They ploughed into those little kids
While they were trying to check their rating
So much for all the revolutionary types
They're all
I'd like to tell you
About the wild steppe, about the boundless forests
About the mountains, about the sea, about the ploughed field
About
never doubted
Cold world got me snowed under I still ploughed it
Every single which way i kinda felt surrounded
I'm way too skilful always find a way
pale for the old greyhound
Pray son now tell to me
It is the blood of the old grey mare
That ploughed that corn for me
It is too pale for the old grey
the way my booty grow
Look like I've been getting ploughed
Only say it cause I'm not the one to take yo shit
And hold your lip because we ain't in
loud
Oh this your girl you must be proud
Want more from me wanna be ploughed
Won't ignore her cat too good
When I'm in feel as I should
When
the soil
In yet another furrow ploughed
And upon an ashen crown
A swart raven augurs of war
''The chime doth toll
Deep in a man's soul
As the time draws
increasingly loud
Fields have been recently ploughed
This paths on the road to nowhere
A heavy fog is in the air
And over me a wave of despair
Frame me for
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