up all the space To dance at funerals and grieve when true love shows it's face To meditate upon the lesser things like hair and nails To find new meaning
to handicap, contact someone To the percussion club drubbing up the non-hum drum As it runs it and thus becomes a product of the ugly Now we can make it lovely (Like
screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and
wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy
We go to any other hood and set up shop there Get guap' there, try that in (BROOK-NAM) and get rocked there If you lookin for brotherly love, it's not
out of sight of land To sail once more upon the deep Like a viking to his resting place Then slip forever neath the waves An exit with some grace And
a race with death gloom about their heads like a dark nimbus. Still, they do - while standing - go: they've a motion like the flow of water, like ice
: More! More! More! More! More! More! More! More! Your goodness. Your mercy. (More!) I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. (More!) Your love and Your grace. (More
Camp-ion champions on point like paper mates Demonstrate, spectacular venacular Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula Snatchin ya, off the street like
Time carries us away from all the places we have come to love; just wishing we could stay. But maybe that's not the point. What makes this all so god
go to any other hood and set up shop there Get guap' there, try that in (BROOK-NAM) and get rocked there If you lookin for brotherly love, it's not here
More! More! More! More! More! More! More! More! Your goodness. Your mercy. (More!) I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. (More!) Your love and Your grace. (More!)
things I never thought of Good grace got no praise But I got a lotta negative words thrown in my heart like a dart With the point of steel Killin me softly