his burden would have been lighter." [The Grand Inquisitor to Jesus, in Fjodor Dostoevsky "The Brothers Karamazov"] I had a dream which was not all a dream The sun was
Ay 40 mayne, I seen one of yo' hoes Last night mayne, she was just uhh (Hmm) She was tryin' to give that ass Away for free mayne, whatchu gon' do? (Aight
She gives good universal scream, scream I ride the painted whore I ride the painted whore She gives good universal scream, scream She gives good universal scream, scream She
his throng He was as well provided for Enough to take the whole world along But when he came to moscow All overpowered by driving snow And moscow was
turban I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I'm certain Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a surgeon! I'm a virgin who makes exceptions
Trapped in material plane She wants to fly and they think she's insane But she knows what she know Give that girl wings and that's all she wrote Twilight
Verily, verily Verily, verily Verily, verily The first day was golden And she colored the Sun And she named it Hyperion And she made it a day of light
you can't dance to this, it doesn't matter" Yeah, yeah, I was running around with my head in the sand Looking for a pupil in a new fan She told me before
both asleep And onwards she moved to where the crib lay She leant over the baby and started to pray She prayed for forgiveness for what she would do She
skin And seized with curiosity she stole this book away And now she sat alone in the concealment of the night She was hungry now to liberate the writings
bike she said its like cycling in circles with your eyes closed no hands blind faith is what she called it man said life's an ocean with a lot of commotion
riding the bike she said its like cycling in curcle with your eyes closed no hands blind fath is what she called it man said lifes an ocean with a lot
up But brother when she smiles She light the whole place up She was covered from the waist up In a past L-pace scard (?????) She's soft Admires with
that we still workin' on these outskirts We trying to blow like Halifax Explosion Or maybe Anne Murray I know she's Nova Scotian Or Hurricane Juan blowin from the ocean
was void The populous and the powerful was a lump Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless, A lump of death ? a chaos of hard clay The rivers lakes, and ocean
the painted whore She gives good universal scream, scream I ride the painted whore She gives good universal scream, scream I ride the painted whore She gives good universal
[D-Shot] Ay 40 mayne I seen one of yo' hoes last night mayne, she was just uhh.. (mm-hmm) she was tryin to give that ass away for free mayne! Whatchu
