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Sell sell sell!
And tell the same old story.
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I
Was wrong.
Too much art
And not enough gory.
Sell sell sell!
And tell the same old story.
And on the post the comments come and go talking if Micheal Angelo
I was wrong.
Too much art
And not enough gory.
Sell sell sell!
And tell the same old story.
And on the page the comments come and go, talking of Micheal Angelo.
Butterfly
I just watched part of the Farrah Fawcett Story documenting her struggle with cancer. I couldn’t watch it all, it was too emotional, What a brave and strong woman.
I wish Ryan O’neal could listen to this story and song, I think he could relate, as well as anyone who has lost a loved one to cancer. If you listen, listen ’til the end; it’s about much more than birds.
p.s. a special thanks to Josh Ford and Erin Elise Accomandofor help with the song.
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CALLING UP TO HEAVEN
Hello… hello hello.
I’m calling up to heaven
Just to say hello
Hello…hello hello.
I miss you
Like you’ll never know.
I’ve got a new phone and it has a special ap.
They say I can call you anywhere you’re at
So I’m calling up to heaven just to talk to you
One more time.
I found your number with your old things
So I’m giving it a call just to see if it rings
And maybe you’ll answer and tell me that
You’re doing fine
Hello… hello hello.
I’m calling up to heaven
Just to say hello
Hello…hello hello.
I miss you
Like you’ll never know.
You Cut Me
Harmonize
You don’t have to be pretty
You don’t have to be wise
Just feel the vibration
And harmonize
The River
I
I know a girl
She liked to get kinky
She liked to get sweaty
And she liked to get stinky
She liked to make love
In public places
She’d wear loose clothes
And make funny faces
She liked to go down
on judges and cops
But then she got busted
And she had to stop
Take me down to the river…. And wash my sins away.
I used to run
With a dangerous crowd
We liked to get drunk
And we liked to get loud
Then one day
We got out the forty=five
Man I was lucky to get out alive
I hear Tommy’s
Still on the run
It’s a big price to pay
For a little bit of fun
Take me down to the river…. And wash my sins away.
Well Billy Bob
Didn’t think twice
’bout laying down
With his neighbor’s wife
Neighbor came home
Caught him in his bead
put two bullets
In Billy Bob’s head
Now poor Billy is
Dead and gone
Never got a chance
To hear my song
Take me down to the river…. And wash my sins away.
