10/4/18
Cell Invaders
Crashed near the islands.
Drowned in the sea.
Lost up in the highlands.
Tumbled off the peaks.
Loyal to a place, a time, people, and rhymes.
Courts of lines.
Lanes of float.
A honey pie.
For most of life.
Two miracles to follow around.
The band strikes up the sounds.
Words just can't be found.
To keep from going down.
The noise makers.
Soul takers, and fakers.
Like heart attack chasers.
Fix it all with lasers, and faders.
And cell invaders.
Supersuction
Gimme some supersuction Gimme some supersuction. Keep me from floating away. Keep me from floating away. Need some super instruction. Need...
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evil ain't got a seat no, evil ain't got a seat no room at the table of the peace creators. naw, evil ain't got a seat
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I'm off to Laramie. Heading out with my babies and me. Packing up our suitcase. Giving up this rat race. Drive across the western s...
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.check the spin rate. .it's a millisecond behind. .days will last forever if this keeps up. .the orbit could slow down too. .we...