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Club
01:17
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Something about the year 1992 and banging outside the club
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Rake Leaf
04:58
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And when we hug our love is cause for concern,
too many lectured on the task of working lazily,
get in the ride and drive for the old town, just to look at the lights,
I know you're radiant, I know you've got world potential, your medicinal comprehension is a sweet elixir, even without time,
oh ooh oh oho, stay in your best mind, to sever,
Pull down a fast one over their face save for,
relax a pressure point with fingers interlaced,
get on the ride and strive for the old town, just to put on your show,
I know you copied everything, I know the worlds only watching, your tact is special share your secrets keep a running ring, maybe for all time,
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Dramamine
02:39
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Walk
03:11
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On a walk from the park a shadowy figure moves into the light alright and you can see its getting bigger,
a monstrous gathering of personal ego,
none other than your demons and you develop vertigo,
an earthquake comes from within your sin is an infinite scratch on a board passed to your kin,
turn and run all you want but escape never comes,
if you would just pray all your life instead of having fun this moment may have passed without a hitch and it'd be gone,
but now you're passed the sun's grasp below the surface of your guilt,
try to draw to make a cut, the swords stuck in the hilt,
turn to run your own way, make first steps toward your improvement, try not to let the boat overload the terror code, on second thought my thoughts are unleaded I even fall back, so many secrets I've kept unknown, so many secrets for your rough trade, let me in a waterfall to back out, let my circuits all go back in
Back back, just hand your burdens back, your proprietary ingestion of drugs is where its at, it grates your nerves,
you push the feeling of turning over, keep it up and force a sweat until you break into a coma,
a deep abyss and a sea of countless distresses the pessimistic fishes are a metaphor you've missed,
the middle path, we're going back, cuz the higher ground is unstable it steers you two steps back,
so scared are wheee of the indignant protocol in darkness light prevails is what you have to show them all
maneuvering through the turbulent water seems off but if you can build a raft then hope is not lost
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bh
02:25
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Good Good Y'all
03:04
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Triiiiiip
04:04
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It's clear Terrence won't let you in but you can take this card that's fake to the back, and you can tell him I sent you on a run you'll get anything you're looking for and all the drinks that you want tonight,
We're just trying to have a good time to let you in our mind to run off of because baby rock and roll is the father of love
Go see the old lady in the back and tell her I had sent she will hand you a bag and you will make exchange you know with the cash and she'll,
hand you a card and put your tongue on it and have a good time, on the way back home
We only showed you what you wanted to see, all my love makes you come on knee oh no, baby rock and roll is the father of love
Color spots in your eyes and tracers in your mind everything is melting into around the sun, you were a sound, and were all pulsating, oh wow all of us, we hope you had a good triiiiiip
We're just trying to have a good time to let you in our mind we hope you feel fine because baby rock and roll is the father of love
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Trumperter
03:05
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Wrap your head around a flower man and light a calming way long stick of incense,
put a wave of your focus to slave in a heart to heart talk show host a showcase,
write with chalk on city sidewalks with hopes of your stuff sending a cultural shock
yeah the culture is black now, the war is open you were a child of the sixties looking for revolution,
Make your mark on a random notion at the sound of your trumpet,
You build your house on a revolution as you fire off your musket
Work a job or spend your time as a loser you're a city circus freak yeah time hasn't helped ya
we all could've been a utopian prince, oh the boom didn't wait all your trades are useless
if the world would end as the days were then man, sex and drugs and rolling rockets
this is but half of the somber tale, we were children of the sixties this was our revolution
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Somewhat
03:28
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Mark Poe Music Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Other projects that I have played a role in either major or minor can be linked to below.
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