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I let her know / That I let her go / Love her more than myself / And I told her so / Had to set her free / 'Twas best for her / 'Twas best for me / For I knew we'd meet again / Since we'd become family / Pretext and context left undefined / Just the simple truth of proof of love / A weaving of hearts and minds

Do you really think they'd let a guy like me drink Crown Royal up in this mo fo yo? / No! / Why? / Because I be po yo!

Waves... They come so many ways
I've thought a lot about that today
Drowning sorrows
Some may say
Crests and Trophs
Are you in over your head?
I've been in over my head...
I've been in over my head...
I've been in over my head...
Had to catch my breath again
and then...

The bus arrived early / The train late / Time was against me / As it was growing late

500 =$83.00

I have the power inside me
To lead me, to guide me
And let others confide in me
When [illegible/scribbled out] their world is caving in
That they hurt
Their walls are falling down
So when they need some helping out
They know I'll be around
And I won't ever let them down

I have the precious gift to give
Where

I left last night in the past
Only to find me in the morning
For unlike the sea and broken glass
I got cut without warning
torn and tattered
Glass was shattered
What was intact the night before

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Forgetting or being forgotten
oblivious, forgetful, unaware
It's a game that I play
At least ten times a day
Always trying to climb up
After I fall down
It's a little game I like to play
One that I call surviving the stairs

* Left last night in the past
Only to find me in the morning
For unlike the sea and broken glass
I got cut without warning

Torn and tattered
Glass was shattered
What was intact the night before

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Forgetting or being forgotten
Oblivious, forgetful, unaware
It's a game that I play
At least ten times a day
I always trying to climb up
After I fall down
It's a little game I like to play
One that I call surviving the stairs

I left last night in the past
Only to find me in the morning
For unlike the sea and broken glass
I got cut without warning

Torn and tattered
Glass was shattered
What was intact the might before

Stopping to morn
the dead can
get you killed
around here...

We don't bless
is no rance
No matter what
the sign says
It's all just a mirage
An image which will
Slowly fade and
Then disappear

That's something

We don't discuss much
Since some things
Are still taboo
around here

In the nod of ahead
A look in the eye
And you know
what it is you got
to do...

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I follow
YOUR Lead
And Act
As the go - between
For the workers
And the Queen Bee
When she keeps
all the honey
And Gives the hive none
The place starts buzzing
That something mvst be done
{struck: They lock}
ALL [scribble] ANTENIE
ARE AIMED AT ME

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8 Sure there's no cure for your cancer
8 Nor for the common cold
8 You see we give the same answer
8 You who are lucky die old
8 born

9 Though you might have stumpy digits
8 An extra pair of chomasones
8 Still gotta learn to live with it
8 Fucking tourettes or malformed bones

8 Don't cry you're a paraplegic
8 Or I'll go and show you a quad
10 Steal plate in your head ain't so tragic
8 Could be worse it could be a rod
[arrow pointing to "steel plate"]
[arrow pointing to "rod"]

7 Let us Face it... Life ain't fair
10 and it's true that perfection is rare
7 My Grandpa's got an afro
10 At twenty I started losing my hair

7 Let us face it... life ain't fair
10 Look, somebody had to get married to Cher
7 same guy skied into a tree
10 Sonny lived and died so miserably

7 Let vs face it... life ain't fair
10 John was a P.O.W and an S.O.B
7 Count your blessings... be happy
10 You [crossed out: were the one who picked] weren't the one who picked Palin V.P

Gray, dark and omonous clouds
Prevent the light
Of the bright blue sky
As well as the sun
From shining down
Sure, that's what's up above
But down here
I'd still like to know
What's stopping you...

So My head is deep in contemplation
Trying to find the root of the source
i'm unsure of why there's such hesitation
in doing all you can to get your life back
on track and off of the course
here at this concourse

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(1) As you break down your eyes tear,

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Green is the color of envy
It's not easy being green
You feel just like the bowl
That I just scraped and cleaned
Here's somethings all the rookies should know
On the ladder of drugs its the next wrong
Resin will really let you know
Who you are and should you your song be sung?
Oh- right below hash oil
Oh- the same as Mary, born in the same soil
Oh- different colored snakes wrapped in the same coil
Oh look out now, you may become loyal
It's a flame that never goes out
When it comes to town it's a heavy weight bout
If it's a baseball game it can always be a rout
Everyone cheering silently not something you'd want to shout
Got sticky fingers and a sticky 2 1/2 inch bright common nail
Now my pipe sparkles like a diamond on the ground
As a last resort it never fails
Always right in sight of my eyes
yet newly found
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Have a lovely infinity
Were the last words you said to me
A little piece of poetry
Now there's a lot in a little
A lot of thought in that riddle
And[crossed out]
That's the reason behind the rhyme
When your ear hears something pleasing
As gears start turning in your mind
You fear that you are out of tune

Something that'll get you thinking
Forget or Forgive a problem
Other than smoking and drinking
We know that's not gonna solve it
I don't have a drinking...

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Empty lims are being filled
Sadam Hussein's oil is being spilled
Exon Valdez has hit a rock
Only time will tell if the leak will stop

Can't smell what the cook is rockin'
Noway to tell if this is ever stoppin
Go every day until the coffin is droppin

Every time the captain pulls up the
Ship hits the dock then
You find yourself upon the iceberg
Then find yourself the subject of movies

If there's money in the bank
Then evers thins is groovy

But I lost my spirit...
every body knows
Sometimes even the Emperor
wears no clothes

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We're all woven
We're not made
Maybe there's a great creator
But

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Do you know nothing about something
On something about nothing
Maybe both?

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I praise your name
Everyday...
But you're not jesus
No way

Holy spirit
Divine and True

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BASEMENT
Enlightenment is acknowledgement
Enlightening can be frightening
So much so that it frightens me
Sometimes seems just like lightening
You look through a telescope
Gazeing at the stars
They're stewing through a microscope
Looking at things in jars
Things in jars!
You got to face it
When you're in the basement
Time just wasted
You should be on the roof
With me!
With me!
"People look up to roofers"
I saw written on a sign
I hurt my neck
But now I'm fine
I'm fine!
I'm fine! Thanks for asking
But you'll never find me basking
In either glory or defeat
I try to anchor strong
So I won't get swept off my feet
My feet!

FEEDING TIME
Pens, pencils and paper
And lots of it...
Yeah, 'cause i'm gonna need it

I got a musical monster
living in me
And it's time for feeding
(Might I suggest you all stand behind the dotted line)
(It can get a little messy around here right about
this time)

Gnashing and gnawing
Creeping and crawling
Hungry and growling
Not listening is not allowed branded
Less you don't mind dying a coward
So you know you must travel onward

Capture the magic [crossed out text] of the music held within this realm
Keep on feeding the beast that you've grown to know well
Until it's time for his release hold [crossed out text] on tightly to the keys [crossed out text] of his cell
For Surely he has got more [crossed out text] notes to play and still more stories to tell...

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TIM'S SONG

How much money does it take?
For you to feel good about yourself?
Would you be willing to give away fifty bucks?
And give it to someone else

To someone whom you've never met before
Would you ever trust someone who came upon hard times
Would you consider it a lesson learned
If you got screwed, forget writing rhymes

Would you part with money
If it meant doing good deeds?
Would you ever trust your honey
To a pack of swarming bees?

What if the man talked of being reborn
A Christian soul who'd finally found his way
Would you risk a lesson to be learned?
For short money that you would gladly pay?

Would you trust in human nature?
Even though you equate it with the devil?
If it meant that you'd stand tall in stature
Money to be used for good, money to be used for evil

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Do you trust yourself enough?
To decide to be the judge and jury?
And even though times are tough
Is there anyone who'd you deem worthy?

If that question ever applied to me
I know where I'd put my faith
If say time will tell and time we'll see
So I guess I'll just have to wait

I figure if you never go out on a limb
Then you'll never know if you'd done wrong
There must be a reason why some recite hymns
And another reason why some sing songs

Well at least I've told my story
Now I've said all I have to say
If I'm right I know in god I'd found my glory
And if wrong it will all get sorted out
On my judgement day

At least I was never afraid
To get another chance to get into the gates of eden
Maybe someday I'll have it made
Or else I'll be left at the stairway to hell
As I'm lying on the ground bleeding

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Do you trust yourself enough?
To decide to be yourown judge & jury?
Even though times are tough
Is there anyone who'd you'd [crossed out text] deem worthy

If the question ever applied to me
I know where I'd put my faith
I'd say time will tell and in time we'll see
So I guess I'll just have to wait

I figure if you'd never go out on a limb
Then you'd never know if you'd done wrong
There must be a reason why some recite hymns
And another reason why some recite songs

Well at least I've told my story
Now I've said all that I have to say
If I'm right I know in God I'll find my glory
And if wrong it will all get sorted out
On that my judgement day

At least I was never afraid
To get another chance to get into the Garden of Eden
Maybe someday I'll have it made
Or else I'll be left at the stairway to hell
As I'm lying on the ground bleeding

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Tim's Song

How much money does it take?
For you to feel good about yourself?
Would you be willing to give away fifty bucks?
And give it to someone else

To Some one whom you've never met before
Would you ever trust someone who came upon hard times
Would you consider it a lesson well learned
If you got screwed, forget about writing rhymes

Would you part with money
If it meant doing good deeds
Would you trust your [crossed out] honey
To a pack of swarming bees?

what if he talked about being reborn?
A Christian soul who'd Finally found his way
Would you risk a lesson to be learned
For short money would you gladly pay?

Would you put your trust in human nature
Even though you equate it with the devil
If it meant you'd stand tall in stature
Money to be used for good, money used for evil

Molly... There's no more hiding
Molly... Where did you go?
Molly... It's time for deciding
Molly... tell me... do you love me so?
Oh... won't you let me know? Will we be together?
Molly... I'd hold you forever and I'd never let you go
Molly... Can't you see?
You've become the only one
Who could ever be an anchor for me
Molly... without you I'd crumble
So surely I'd stumble with the first sign of trouble
And before long I know that I'd fall
Molly... you are what gives me strength
Beside my pretty paint
It's your picture inside the frame that I hang up on the wall
Molly... It's your face that the artists trace
To use as the template for when the sculptor creates
the most perfect porcelin doll

I came inside and knocked off my boots
Finally I shook off and kicked these winter time blues
Suffice to say it's all because of you
When you went away I needed something new
Something... that's been lying dormant and latent within me
Something... I've always had but needed another
to bring it out in me
Something... you shouldn't keep hidden but let it
out for all the world to see
Something... That which we call [crossed out word] strength
and having faith in one's own ability
So this time Rather than run to you for help
I've began looking first towards myself
For Eric Burdon once told me
That everybody has got a story
And then he said, "Drink More water"
(that's some good advice... it could save you life)
I'm no longer scared or afraid
What's that phrase? No guts no glory?

LAST SONG
Do I have strong enough faith
To look back in hind sight
And realize I made a mistake
Or do I pretend things are alright

Am I willing to move on
To a new phase in my life
Write her this one last song
And finally part ways with my wife

Am I willing to move on
Or will I continue to postpone
Is this really her last song?
Would I be better off on my own?

I'm becoming a big fan
Of a guy who's barely five feet tall
He's a man that's making a stand
While his friends play their video games
And then go hang out at the mall
Ethan is a thirteen year old boy
Who's probably never even kissed a girl
But he's a singer who plays a mean guitar
He can ride a unicycle
And he writes songs about changing the world

There's no place for me
Except off the grid
It will be [?] there
Where I choose to live

I shall dwell in a cave
As I barter and trade
I'll keep to myself
And the few friends I've made

Who says you need electricity?
Certainly nobody not from this last past
Century and a half has ever said words like
that to me
No explorer or warrior, high priest or king
Ever became encumbered by the lack of such a thing

Black cat's asleep in the box
while white cat can't be found
And I hear running foot steps
Means the boys be coming 'round

I hear chopping in the kitchen
As the radio plays low
I feel the safety of sanctuary
In the breezes that blow, blow, blow

Drumming rhythmic sounds of pots and pans
Stirring, strumming of busy active hands
The sizzle whistle of water

The sun awakes another
To [?] start [?] day
Although we know
He's never really gone away

Unlike the man in the moon
who sleeps all after moon
Takes a big long nap
at the end of june

The rings of saturn
flail and dance around

It's a good way to die
No, I wouldn't mind goin' out that way
A nice thing to have written on your grave
Lots of people would talk...
I wonder what they'd say?
He shot straight but didn't always
Know that sometimes it's best
To just walk away

If I could just learn to play this
here damn guitar
I'd go get up the stage and show 'em
I'm a star
And then one day maybe I could sing
Get my song on the radio
Make my money off royalties
Get treated like a king

And maybe I could go on tour,
Say hello, Hola, Priviet and bonjor
That'd be so much better
than what I'm doin' now (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Just need a believer in me baby
Someone to pull some strings
Someone who knows how

She left for work
without saying goodbye
just shook her head
and then rolled her eyes
I'm not sure
what I did to her
Because when you wake and bake (gettin' high)
Your mornings a blur
My little black cat jumped on my bed
He looked at me and this what he said:
He said I gotta gett outta this house
Get up open up the door and let me out

One man searches for power and riches
His brother seeks Fortune and fame
Another kinda brother wants some bling bling and bitches
And his cousin's a preacher screaming out God's name
What tickles your fancy?
What tastes like candy?
Wish it and Dream it
Some day it can be [crossed out]
Just be careful
Because wishes come true
A little bit fearful
With what you do

I heard about an accident
on the train I normally take
This morning I overslept
Usually I'm never late
Somewhere along the line
Some one made a mistake
As the two trains collided
Enough blood to fill a lake
It took nearly three days
For all the passenger cars to seperate
These next words
Give me reason to hesitate
On what I will now say
First I must meditate...
On the other train
Was my son's favorite playmate
Along with his mom
who was seven months pregnant

Landscaper's Dream
You and me should get together
I'd cut your grass in any weather
Even though you know you could do better
Love the way you look in that pink sweater

You can work it off if you can't pay the fee
I do something for you and you do something for me
'Cause everybody knows you don't get nothing for free
I thought she knew I was joking but then she agreed

Just imagine my shock when she smiled and asked
Is that the only thing you can do is cut my grass?
Well, I'm good at many things I answered back
And with that she offered me a drink and a snack
(As she laid on her bed flat on her back)

[On the left, a small diagram with arrows connecting the following terms:]
walls
rising tide
and
all
rising tide
and

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(8) [?]
I understand
still you haven't called, didn't show
The reason I'm still trying to understand
The reason why you didn't call and have yet to show
5 why is it so hard?
9 Contemplating the rest of your life
5 when can you be sure?
5 You want your girlfriend to be your wife
5 Every body knows
9 How many fish are out in the sea
5 your caught in her net
[?]
And yet [?] still try to wrigge [?] free
you got 'nough A-
B A
Blend w/ deep, blue [?]
and free? AB
CA
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The summer's here that means blue skies
and sunshine
Happy children less work and more playtime
The summer's here warmer weather and more vacations
Back yard barbeQues three day weekend celebrations
The summer's here

I'm your dirty little secret, baby

A Bomb on a bookshelf

Since I stopped swimming I've barely
been treading water
Forget losing or winning
I'm getting that sinking feeling
That i'm washed up cannon fodder

Some may say
you're a little crazy
that would be
Not telling the rest of the story

The fog is fading
Clouds burning up in the haze
What's left is being blown far away
Today just may end up being a good day
Maybe tonight... if the air feels right...
Together we'll go take a ride up to the hillside
and go star gazing

We're all woven
We're not made
Maybe there's a great creator
But

I praise your name
Everyday...
But you're not Jesus
No way

Holy Spirit
Divine and True

I was searching for answers
To the simplest question
When I knocked upon your door
You said that you would help me
As you proceeded to guide me
I found exactly what I was looking
for...
( to be continued )