she's Called Latonya In Oxford Circus
Cut-glass cheeks, nazel brown eyes
Ample pouts, shivering shouts
Frivolous fish-nets bidding goodbyes
Some blonde cop hugs
As if all of us are but thugs
Some munches nibbling chicken fries
Awaiting coffee mugs
Some planets......never love
Some players.......never match
Some spectators at watch
That some credit never crunches
With the debit in clutch
Some trying to wash the linen
As if have never seen a raven
Here.....nobody knows her abacus
Come Spartacus or Selukas
Here......no-one knows her parapharnelias
Come Cornelius to Copernicus
But she appeared......
And disappeared
A well with her apparatus
An American said
She is called Latonya in Oxford Circus.
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Morgan
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Evrybodys got their heads bowed down
The sun dont shine above the ground
Aint a-goin down to oxford town
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fly raven fly
and see the sparkle in my eyes
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fly raven fly
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that could hurt my baby.
fly raven fly...
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He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
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When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost american, I have to watch him.
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He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
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His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That Im in awe of his despair, but I am there
(chorus repeat)
song performed by by Yaz
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I Am A Raven
I am a raven
Freer than a breeze
Beholding to no one
Doing what I please
I am a raven
Watch me fly
Aeries are for eagles
Not me!
Don’t ask me why
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Eating what I please
Sleep anywhere I want
Have no one to appease
I am a raven
You’d better let me by
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Might pluck out an eye
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Better left alone
Unless inclined to marry
Have ravens of mine own
I am a raven
Feathers black as coal
Robbery my stock in trade
So stay clear
Or I may steal your soul
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051310D fishing by wire
i saw a old man dialing a catfish
he has a car battery on his backpack
connected to a long rod and net scoop
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they just belly up and ready for picking
he could have enough fries for evening
i saw small ones float and wash away
some recover, some drown to eternity
i stayed away i'm scared of electricity
i remember feelings of being tasered
you become stiff and it does really hurts
i couldn't ask fish but i saw what it does
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Opening Bids
Fresh fish frying,
Batter dipped...
And deep fried.
Homemade potato strips,
Still commonly called 'French Fries'.
Baked beans brown sugared...
With corn cob on the side.
Add my three egg cornbread mix,
Brings tears to eaters eyes!
Surprised I'm not,
I've got them hooked.
I want them to think of me,
As a naturally gifted cook.
And besides...
I've taken time like this,
To ensure they are fed...
And satisfied near bliss.
Introducing something different,
Done with pride!
I raise my hand high,
Catching stunned looks...
With wide smiling eyes.
Announce I do,
That discounts are offered.
Opening bids for my new books...
Starting an auction by this author!
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Remember Raven
Aah! ooh!
Aah! ooh!
While youre busy trying to conjure dirt upon me,
Your ponys sucked dry by an african bee.
The muck you rake is not enough to keep your turd at sea,
Remember the raven,
Remember the raven.
While your busy trying to weigh your power,
Your boats getting into fast water.
Lifes going down the river of no return,
Remember raven,
Remember raven.
Dont try to be a warden to history,
While trying to find a seat for your posterity.
You better tend your garden for your family.
Remember raven,
Remember raven.
Judas never got the key to heaven, you know.
Raven, raven, remember raven,
Remember raven.
Raven, raven, remember raven,
Remember raven.
Raven, raven, raven.
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