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City of tiny lites
Don't you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightin'
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny sheets
Talkin' bout those tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
City of tiny lites
Maybe you should know
That it's over there
In the tiny dirt somewhere

You can see it any time
When you get the squints
From your downers and your wine
You're so big
It's so tiny
Every cloud is silver line-y
The great escape for all ot you
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do

City of tiny lites
Don't you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightin'
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny tiny sheets
Talkin' bout them tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
And it's over there
It's over there
It's over there
It's over there

 

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Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first

(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?,
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?,
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in

 

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Don't be a poosie:
Do not seek a career in music.
Don't do it. Don't

 

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The globalist/communist/ .......s don't want you to hear this:

 

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Here's some REAL music...

 

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[2WhiteWolves]

Cuties!!!

Thank you, Hypno. The black one is my brothers and nephews doggy, he is big, but really friendly just like Duke

 

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[2WhiteWolves]

 

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Thank you, Hypno. The black one is my brothers and nephews doggy, he is big, but really friendly just like Duke

2WW, I love doggies. I had a neighbor that had a wolf hybrid. Big 'ol luvy boy..
He is gone to wolf-heaven.
They are my friendseses.
All Dawgs are welcome here. All doggies...

 

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Born in a log cabin in the back woods
The back woods of Mississippi
She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco
Raised 13 children all by herself

Never looked much like a lady
You see she was too busy providin' to raisin' her babies
Spend her evenings sitting in a rockin' chair
Never had much o' nothin but was always willin' to share

Talking 'bout ma ,talkin' 'bout ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout my ma
Talkin' 'bout ma

Every once in awhile when ma would get depressed
She'd go to the cabinet and get paw's guitar
Sit herself down in the rockin' chair
Start strummin' and hummin', ha ha, yeah

That was ma's way of lettin' off steam
In plan old English you could see
That ma was doin' her thing
Every once in awhile she'd shout, "Let it all hang out"

Oow talkin' 'bout ma, talking 'bout ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout ma
Talking 'bout ma

Songwriters: NORMAN WHITFIELD, NORMAN J. WHITFIELD

 

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I never met a girl could make me feel the way that you do
(You're all right)
Whenever I'm asked what makes a my dreams real
I tell 'em you do
(You're outta sight)
Well tweedle dee, tweedle dum
Look out baby now here I come
I'm bringin' you a love that's true yeah, get ready (get ready, get ready)
I'll stop makin' love to you, get ready (get ready, get ready)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (I said I'm on my way)
Get ready, 'cause here I come
If you wanna play hide and seek with love, let me remind ya
(You're all right)
The lovin' you're gonna miss, and the time it takes to find ya
(You're outta sight)
Well tweedle dee, tweedle dum
Look out baby now here I come
I'm bringin' you a love that's true yeah, get ready (get ready, get ready)
I'll stop makin' love to you, get ready (get ready, get ready)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (I said I'm on my way)
Get ready, 'cause here I come
If all of my friends shouldn't want me to, I think I'll understand
(You're alright)
I hope I get to you before they do 'cause, that's how I planned it
(You're outta sight)
Well fee-fi fo-fo-fum, look out baby, said here I come
I'm bringin' you a love that's true yeah, get ready (get ready, get ready)
I'll stop makin' love to you, get ready (get ready, get ready)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (I said I'm on my way now)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (oh)
If you wanna play hide and seek with love, let me remind ya
(You're all right)
The lovin' you're gonna miss, and the time it takes to find ya
(You're outta sight)
Well tweedle dee, tweedle dum
Look out baby now here I come
I'm bringin' you a love that's true yeah, get ready (get ready, get ready)
I'll stop makin' love to you, get ready (get ready, get ready)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (I said I'm on my way now)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (oh)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (hey, get ready, baby)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (you gotta get ready, ready)
Get ready, 'cause here I come (baby here I come)
Songwriters: William Robinson Jr.

 

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It is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from time to time.

Talk, talk, talk, talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us, 'pon us, 'pon us...
But I know that I love you so. But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient - Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall.
It's just a little rain oh yeah

 

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Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
And stars fill my dream
I'm a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed

Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace
Sounds caress my ear
And not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

Oh, baby, I been blind
Oh, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, ooh yes, I been blind
Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Try to find, try to find the way I feel

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like sorts inside a dream
Leave the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert stream
Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon
I will return again
As the dust that floats finds you
We're moving through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails
Cross the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear
Oh, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah
And my feet wear my fickle way to stay

Ooh, yeah yeah, oh, yeah yeah,
But I'm down oh, yeah yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah, but I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oh, my baby
Let me take you there
Come on, oh let me take you there
Let me take you there

Songwriters: JAMES PATRICK (JIMMY) PAGE, JOHN BONHAM, ROBERT PLANT, JOHN PAUL JONES

 

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Uncle Steve:

 

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Home from work our juliet
Clears her morning meal.
She dabs her skin with pretty smells
Concealing to appeal.
I will make my bed,
She said, but turned to go.
Can she be late for her cinema show?
Romeo locks his basement flat,
And scurries up the stair.
With head held high and floral tie,
A weekend millionaire.
I will make my bed
With her tonight, he cries.
Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?
Take a little trip back with father tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.
Take a little trip back with father tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.
Songwriters: Anthony Banks / Michael Rutherford / Peter Gabriel / Phil Collins / Steve Hackett

 

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