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Memphis

Get your head down bite the dust interiors rolling on another brotherhood of the gun clean up this town back to the wall pecos, texas flanked by the law got a rocket skull mantle piece boy, kiss
Holy ground but will success spoil rock hunter? in an o rnamental maggot cave let her go let her go let her go. now pat garrett fired that proverbiable shot in the dark, but it was not aimed a billy the kid, it was not aimed at st. john it was meant for the secret consealed in a poker-face rustler (yea) poker -face. glass eyes blood a suckers need its public health, groans mr. seed not a lunchtime rat in my car crunching that atlas wheel yea, expensive like my wife expensive like my boring life some straight ass bitch cries hey! this is what you need but an omni fool sings a dog song but it only takes an instant sandpaper tongues scratching creation creation creation minutes before his exection he was proclaimed a hero, minutes before he was another dancing corpse sporting some homemade fine tattoos y ea!
Homemade in a memphis

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The Beauty of You

The beauty of you in everything I see
From the glowing fire in the skies
Created by you, to warm us and guide us
To the never ending horizon where ocean meets sky

Nothing escapes my eyes in the beauty I see
Silvery calm water, a reflection of peace
Gentle breeze mingling with bird song
A melody of your creation dancing in my heart

Oh God of all creation, from near and far we seek you
Oh God of all of me, from ashes into beauty my life with you
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God of all creation, the now and then
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God of all creation, in You no end

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Kentucky Homemade Christmas

They shut down the mine last summer, we're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve, I'm walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me, a night I'm almost dreading
No store bought gifts to open, but there'll be Christmas just the same
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my hear-eart and with my hands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
There's a brand new Barlow knife with a shiny wooden handle
Gleamin' in the window down at Galen Johnson's store
My wide eyed little Billy Boy, his face pressed to the window
Too young for understandin' what it means to be so poor
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
Little Linda ain't no baby, hell she turns thirtee-een in April
She's been dreamin' about that dolly in the window for half her life
She's old enough to realise that it ain't never comin'
I'd damn near rob a bank to get that doll and Billy's knife
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my hear-eart and with my ha-ands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
It's just an

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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The Jack

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Another Girls Name

Go take your bags away
Get out of my home
Get out of my life
I don't want you hanging round
And I don't want you to be my wife
When I go to the cafe
I sit in the seat that faces the mirror
I look at my face today
And I look such a wreck today
I knew you well for five minutes and one day
O-oh no way, Jose
I don't ??? ugly views
And I'm not interested in family muse
And ?? is boring and conversation pours
Even when we're in bed
I wanna rearrange your head
Put down the covers
And get you up against the wall
Shoot good babe
Well I knew you well for five minutes and one day
O-oh no way, Jose
You follow where it's going
Can't you see I was breaking
How'd you know the love making wasn't only faking
You get out of my home
And you get out of my life
You didn't hang around much girl
'Cause now you're someone else's wife
I go to the cafe
And I sit in the seat that faces the mirror
Well I look at my face today
And I look so good today
Well I knew you well for five minutes and one day
O-oh no way, oh no way, oh no way, Jose
You're just another girls names
O-oh you're just another girls name (X3)

song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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25 Minutes To Go

They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.

And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.

Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.

And you know... nobody asked me how I feel.
I got 22 minutes to go.

So, I wrote to the Gov'nor... the whole damned bunch.
Ahhh... 21 minutes to go.

And I call up the Mayor, and he's out to lunch.

I got 20 more minutes to go.

Well, the Sheriff says, 'Boy, I wanna watch you die'.
19 minutes to go.

I laugh in his face... and I spit in his eye.
I got 18 minutes to go.

Well...I call out to the Warden to hear my plea.
17 minute to go.

He says, 'Call me back in a week or three.
You've got 16 minutes to go.'

Well, my lawyer says he's sorry he missed my case.
Mmmm....15 minutes to go.

Yeah, well if you're so sorry, come up and take my place.
I got 14 minutes to go.

Well, now here comes the padre to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go.

And he's talkin' about burnin', but I'm so damned cold.
I got 12 more minutes to go.

Now they're testin' the trap. It chills my spine.
I got 11 minutes to go.

'Cuz the goddamned thing it works just fine.
I got 10 more minutes to go.

I'm waitin' for the pardon... gonna set me free
With 9 more minutes to go.

But this ain't the movies, so to hell with me.
I got 8 more minutes to go.

And now I'm climbin up the ladder with a scaffold peg
With 7 more minutes to go.

I've betta' watch my step or else I'll break my leg.
I got 6 more minutes to go.

Yeah... with my feet on the trap and my head in the noose...
5 more minutes to go.

Well, c'mon somethin' and cut me loose.
I got 4 more minutes to go.

I can see the mountains. I see the sky.
3 more minutes to go.

And it's too damned pretty for a man to die.
i got 2 more minutes to go

I can hear the buzzards... hear the crows.
1 more minute to go.

And now I'm swingin' and here I gooooooooo....

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Ignoring Creation’s Witness

Look about you, what do you see, creation about us abundantly,
From the sky above, to the ground, God’s Creation is all around;
From the grass plush and green, to blue sky above every scene,
God’s Creation all about the earth, is evidence of Creation’s birth.

When God spoke, it had begun; creating this world, with His Son,
As God continued for six days, with all Creation, to God’s Praise;
Saying, as God capped His Plan, in Our Image, let us create man,
Finishing Creation with His best, on day seven He then would rest.

Now with Creation set in place, it continues this day by His Grace,
While producing all kinds of life, to be sustained by Jesus Christ;
Nature from God pleasing to the eye, from the ground to the sky,
Birds, animals and vegetation, all produced within God’s Creation.

Nothing at all, has evolved, except minds, which haven’t resolved,
What to do with all God’s Truth, to validate a theory with no proof,
With an evolving, darkened mind, they leave logical Truths behind,
Deceiving, while being deceived, God’s Truth, they never believed.

But, even if God, these men refuse, all men will be without excuse,
Whatever theory these men claim, they’ll hang their head in shame,
For our Creator won’t be mocked, and they’ll be eternally shocked,
As they depart from His Majesty, to enter a darker, eternal destiny.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Homemade Love

Oh, oo.
Oo, baby.
I love cookin with honey.
I love to make you feel funny.
I love the way you do.
I want, I want it with you, yeah.
Homemade love, jelly roll love.
Homemade love.
I need a jelly roll sweetie.
Now, spread it oh spread it on me, babe.
Feels so good, on the top.
Spread it around, baby, till I drop ya.
Homemade love, hot jelly roll love.
Homemade love.
Oh, baby, oh baby,
I know you love it.
Homemade love, oh, baby.
I know you love it.
So love it.
Oh, homemade love, hot jelly roll love.
Homemade love.
Homemade love, hot jelly roll love.
Homemade love.
Oh, baby, baby, baby
Homemade love, hot jelly roll love.
Homemade love.
Oo, smokin,
Oo, baby, youre burnin
Oo, baby, its boilin, ah.

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Roots Of Creation

One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation
Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic nation
Such a boring station... a boring
One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!

song performed by by Sublime
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Another Girls Name - Yesterday Today B-side

Go take your bags away
Get out of my home
Get out of my life
I dont want you hanging round
And I dont want you to be my wife
When I go to the cafe
I sit in the seat that faces the mirror
I look at my face today
And I look such a wreck today
I knew you well for five minutes and one day
O-oh no way, josie
I dont ? ? ? ugly views
And Im not interested in family muse
And ? ? is boring and conversation pours
Even when were in bed
I wanna rearrange your head
Put down the covers
And get you up against the wall
Shoot good babe
Well I knew you well for five minutes and one day
O-oh no way, josie
You follow where its going
Cant you see I was breaking
Howd you know the love making wasnt only faking
You get out of my home
And you get out of my life
You didnt hang around much girl
cos now youre someone elses wife
I go to the cafe
And I sit in the seat that faces the mirror
Well I look at my face today
And I look so good today
Well I knew you well for five minutes and one day
O-oh no way, oh no way, oh no way, josie
Youre just another girls names
O-oh youre just another girls name (x3)

song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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I'm All-In! ' (for poker players)

A fever now rages in this 'n other lands,
Gamblers shufflin ‘n dealin...endless hands,

“Texas Hold-Em” is what they yearn,
“Takes a lifetime to master 'n only minutes to learn”,

Some sit in smokey casinos,
some stare at a flickering screen,
They lust for that fickle friend...'Long-Green”,

All long to be winners but mostly they’ll lose,
“Damn! You sucked-out at the river,
now pour me some more booze! ”

Lucky ones stay, while some come and go,
Some cross arid deserts or great mountains of snow,

Lured by glitz & glitter of Las Vegas town,
Snake-tongued front-men taunt unsuspecting suckers,
'Ya'll Come-on-down! ”

Like others before, will this fad finally pass?
Will poker-widows’ put an end to hubbies losing their ass?

“Ah, what-the-hell, just one more hand”,
They tell the dealer with and wink and grin,
“Pocket aces? ”
“Oh my! ! ...Er, Uh...I’m All-in! ”

poem by Ray Lucero
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Billy 1

Theres guns across the river aimin at ya
Lawman on your trail, hed like to catch ya
Bounty hunters, too, theyd like to get ya
Billy, they dont like you to be so free.
Campin out all night on the berenda
Dealin cards til dawn in the hacienda
Up to boot hill theyd like to send ya
Billy, dont you turn your back on me.
Playin around with some sweet senorita
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya
In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya
Billy, youre so far away from home.
Theres eyes behind the mirrors in empty places
Bullet holes and scars between the spaces
Theres always one more notch and ten more paces
Billy, and youre walkin all alone.
They say that pat garretts got your number
So sleep with one eye open when you slumber
Every little sound just might be thunder
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.
Guitars will play your grand finale
Down in some tularosa alley,
Maybe in the rio pecos valley
Billy, youre so far away from home.
Theres always some new stranger sneakin glances
Some trigger-happy fool willin to take chances
And some old whore from san pedro to make advances
Advances on your spirit and your soul.
The businessmen from taos want you to go down
Theyve hired pat garrett to force a showdown.
Billy, dont it make ya feel so low-down
To be shot down by the man who was your friend?
Hang on to your woman if you got one
Remember in el paso, once, you shot one.
She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one
Billy, you been runnin for so long.
Guitars will play your grand finale
Down in some tularosa alley
Maybe in the rio pecos valley
Billy, youre so far away from home.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Each of us

Each of us is more than creation, we are embodying more of creations forces in us, creation in creation, vivifying, expending, without overly identifying with its intense passions, as well as expressing the aspects, forces of creation with others in ways empower. We are, more then being the best, we are being here.

poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Seed

Seed
Not perishable
Seed
The ultimate substratum
Of the whole creation.

You are the root cause
Of the entire creation.

You are all pervasive
And in all formed.

You are my seed
You are my root
You are with me
I'm in you.

O my seed
I have no
Other need.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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She's Got The Jack

She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin' and dealin'
Just doin' her thing
She was holdin' a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she'd been dealt with before
Said she'd never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She played 'em fast
And she played 'em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she'd been shuffled before
Said she'd never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin'
From the bottom of the pack
And if I'd known what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, and who knows what else?
She's got the jack, yeah, yeah
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack,
Ooh, It was a bad deal, (Jack)
She gave me the (Jack), hey
She's got the (Jack), she's got the (Jack)
She's got the (Jack), ooh can't you tell
She's got the (Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack)
(She's got the jack, she's got the Jack)
She's got the jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the jack, you never know!
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack
She's got the jack, and it hurts!
(She's got the jack)
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Aaaaaah!
Oooooh!
Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you
I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks.
Goodnight and God bless

song performed by by AC-DC
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Bang! Bang!

There was peace in the town until… bang! Bang!
A man fired a gun and it wasn’t for fun.
He had shot his wife the love of his life
she had been sleeping around…bang! Bang!
Not a word was passed, as she breathed her last
now she lies dead, with a bullet in her head.

Two more shots are quickly fired… bang! Bang!
Her lover makes no sound, as he lies on the ground
his end has come, but not all is yet done,
another solitary shot echoes out… bang! Bang!
With a shot to his head, there’s one thing more to be said,
there’s peace in the town, as they lay on the ground,
until someone disturbs the peace… bang! Bang!

poem by Orlando Belo
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4% Pantomime

The management said they were sorry
For the inconvenience you are suffering
And mr. booking agent, please have mercy
Dont book the jobs so far apart
We went up to griffith park
With a fifth of johnny walker red
And smashed it on a rock and wept
While the old couple looked on into the dark
Oh, richard, tell me if its poker
Oh, richard, tell me, whos got the joker and is it poker
Deuces wild, like an only child
Ill see what you got. how much is in the pot
You pay the tips and Ill collect the chips
Its a full house tonight -- everybody in town is a loser
Yeah, you bet
The dealers been dealing me bad hands
From the bottom of the deck without the slightest blush
And I dont know whether to call or check
But right now I feel like I got a royal flush
And my lady didnt show from frisco
But we had to go on with the show
Everybody got stoned -- it was a gas, it was a smash
Everybody got wrecked, checked. oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, belfast cowboy, lay your cards on the grade
Oh, belfast cowboy, can you call a spade a spade
Oh, richard, tell me, is the game poker
I cant understand who the fool is that holds this joker
Is it poker
Oh, belfast cowboy, lay your cards down on the table
Oh, belfast cowboy, do you think youre able

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Homemade Music

Homemade music
By: jimmy buffett, michael utley, russell kunkel
1988
I ran into an old friend of mine in miami and I asked her where she had been all these years. she told me she had, died and gone to the suburbs. the next day I read where the japanes
Bought cbs records and figured that somehow these two events had to be related.
I aint no video king
I still have to sing
For my supper each night
You stand on the benches
I play in the trenches
Beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I cant be the old me no more
Chorus:
Homemade music aint on the radio
Homemade music searchin high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
Cookin is a pleasure
Singin is a treasure
That most dont find
There aint no harm in tellin
I likes to eat my melon
Right on down to the rind
I had a hippie girlfriend when I was a kid
She died and went to the suburbs most of em did
Raisin puppies, having yuppies
Where did all the wild ones go
Chorus:
Homemade music aint on the radio
Homemade music jam it in, close the door
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
First there were records then cassettes and cds
Managers and lawyers then came the japanese
But homemade music still making sense to me
(sense to me, sense to me, sense to me)
Chorus:
Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music skates on very thin ice
Homemade music is part of my philosophy
Chorus:
Homemade music aint on the radio
Homemade music jam it in, close the door
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
Homemade music, give me my homemade music
Homemade music, should be on the radio
Dont dig that reglar bunk
The neville brothers got the funk
And homemade music should be on the radio

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Piece Of Work

I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
I'm shy, I'm right up in your face
I'm all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass.
I'm a sweetheart, genius, reckless jerk.
Lord, have mercy, I'm a piece of work.
Well the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I'd remeber him or her
In the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death-sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Even better, bad to worse,
Down to the letter, I'm a piece of work.
I'm a piece of work I'm an angels fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I'm zen wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God almighty, What a piece of work.
I'm a dreadful sight, I just don't care
Spent all morning pull out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
I was half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, bloody mary, please
Wipe that smile right off your knees
I'm the CEO of the mailroom clerks
Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work.
I'm a piece of work, I'm a love sick boy
Cloth cap, caviar, and corduroy
All over the map, justa lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choirboy's face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out woman, I'm a get to you
I'm a gladiator with a mind to irk
I'm a see you later, I'm a piece of work.

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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I And I

Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed.
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams.
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Think Ill go out and go for a walk,
Not much happenin here, nothin ever does.
Besides, if she wakes up now, shell just want me to talk
I got nothin to say, specially about whatever was.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Took an untrodden path once, where the swift dont win the race,
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justices beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Outside of two men on a train platform theres nobody in sight,
Theyre waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track.
The world could come to an end tonight, but thats all right.
She should still be there sleepin when I get back.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Noontime, and Im still pushin myself along the road, the darkest part,
Into the narrow lanes, I cant stumble or stay put.
Someone else is speakin with my mouth, but Im listening only to my heart.
Ive made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I & I

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Beauty of You

Kentucky Homemade Christmas

The Jack

Another Girls Name

25 Minutes To Go

Ignoring Creation’s Witness

Homemade Love

Roots Of Creation

Another Girls Name - Yesterday Today B-side

I'm All-In! ' (for poker players)

Billy 1

Each of us

Seed

She's Got The Jack

Bang! Bang!

4% Pantomime

Homemade Music

Piece Of Work

I And I

I & I

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