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swollen surfing orb
02:29
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southeasterner
04:44
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i was in a four-piece band, the drummer's crippled hand, the base player would bleed from her thumb, the guitarist was a fascist, we all wished, we had, we had in our heads a gig, and I was in total control of the triangle
You owe me letters, comfort, arms and legs
We laugh, we cry, and we pat each other on back, but we'll never understand, It takes ten thousand tons of sand, to make this island, We know this will always be about life
You were there in your three-piece suit, licking lips, eyeing eyes, and the walls were wet, the electrical wiring was old, and the whole place burned down, the whole place burned down, and you were drenched with...
You owe me answers
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ripples rain
03:54
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well i'm saving all my life dreams, for some better days to come to me
but they won't come, they won't come at all
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were friend
05:35
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the kid is in his corner, making love to his pains, painting portraits of pleasures as his mind turns to dream, reminiscent of the scream
thought you were a friend, hang in, now you lost it
now she's fed the animals as she searches for cereal, talking to him as she's looking at me, and his mind turns to sleep
thought you were a friend, hang in, now you lost it, running
itinerant preacher with his helpmate mary, travel the circuits, millennialist, chiliastic, exegesis, with his trumpet he'll call forth the IN-gathering, the elect 144,000 immortal, is it 6?, and it's 7, and it's 6, and it's 7
now out the Inn, he won't return again...st it all, just a few more blocks up Lincoln avenue, with his lighter and his gasoline soaked skin
thought you were a friend, hang, hang in there
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new zealand
04:03
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fly bird, across expanse of ocean, to the southern seas and archipelagos, I go, and good morning to aotearoa, good morning to the long! white! cloud!
I don't want to be the one missing out on what's to come
the whole gang is off to South Island, cruising on the inter-islander, leaving me here alone in Ahipara, surfing with my hay-baling gang, ah but i'm wary of Waipapakauri, in the news just the other day they pulled out a 25 foot great! white! shark!
I don't want to be the one missing out on what's to come
it's been so long, since i've come along, so long
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animatic Ann Arbor
michigan, again
holding out for another season
they were
holding hands in pockets in winter
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