Luyện nghe bài hát Cycles To Gehenna

Baseheads locally approach all plugs
Total disregard for a man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty attracts any oncepale horse painted gunmetal black
masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes the clutch span
go the steel toe, metal gate spreading
For the dead-alive that rented parking 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20
Fireproof and
Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few fibers to assign
no zen in the art of maintenance
Only as the orchestrated patron of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take dead friends names out your phone

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies
Outside what our fundamental teach,
every other lion asleep
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine

The man-ape glam thru the visor
Goes in lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and
in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a hallowed over Samhain
Span where the praying mandate
an extension of the arms
They're mutating of being farmed
Tonight a marmalade venus
Haunted mowers chewing glowing yard of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette,
All cones you can when your focused
Via mechanical Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he could it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old thank charlie
The scarfthank new hobby, kssssht! copy

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a that defies belief
what our fundamental sciences teach,
every other lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
- mine eyes, mine teeth

It was an act of hubris
More a lonely club at the helm ofa magic bullet
Away on a relentless bid for rarefied
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting
I crowbar the pecking order
The dreck between the whores and Ford-ers
Hug a yellow spine
Knobby rubber a rat on a rope
Those little fuckers run on passion
is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate home
Grabbing a in the-fuck-outta-dodge
Actin' a in the shadows of Rome
Amassed insufferable odds
Fashioning gallows out of and bone
I got the motordrome walls of death splintering me
All-city bikes white knuckling
light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil
PS - I wrote this on a memo...