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Buck 1

(Some mumbling...)
soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow
It was the echoing of the old ones
thick steeled forests and over scorched earth
Always just out of
A murder of crows my every footstep
My were frozen
Penniless and entirely out of
I washed my beautiful in the black market dog water trough
But through it all the real stick in my
Was the of my dreams
I fought of sleep with both fists and sometimes
With no then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
I the stars out of the sky
When each one sparkling to the ground
I wishes that never came true
Apparitions of angels angry eyes
Appeared at each new
My own ghost be gain
Trees died if I tried to them
The decision was for me
To begin interpreting real just as I would nightmares
(More mumbling...)

Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, 65, Buck 65
Watching an already world vanish
We the banished and wander
and yonder
Like dogs gone
Funky and angry and ugly
Drums drugs have turned us to scavengers
Pathfinders, addicts and
Practitioners of black
We make music from used up and bad luck dreams
and losers
Emus and
Gypsies and pen
Peddlers, Card
All of us fortune tellers home in the
core, building a cardboard fortress
Forward and backwards blindfolded
Trying to find buried in flood planes
in blood stains
Fly bites and egg
Running away one of my legs broke

Sometimes lonesome
homeless
Not where you're going
the railroads
Pickups and
Most of the
Once we to see some of the country side
Working with
Performers and
with perfectionists, perverts and poets
Haven't you heard of the...
hoboes?
We aren't vampires dressed rock stars
We build campfires and ride
Town to town, we just songs
And plus we stay up like all night
'cause we aren't vampires like rock stars
We build campfires and ride
to town, we just write songs
And plus we stay up like all long

20 some years is a walk
if its not in a straight line
You see a lot of in the distance
You know what they say about great
You and I think about the things
Dream the dreams
Play the same
We started out in the place
Believe it or not we got the same
Everything for a good cause
Whether it be victory or
And the may turn into a run way
But you'll what to do someday
Trust me I've it all before
I've climbed to the tops of the trees
To get away from the deep
To the touch of the smallest breeze
You'll find a with a low voice
Who holds the world in her bare
You'll fall in you'll have no choice
you are given a fair chance
For the first time you will sleep
a deep breath
See the sun
Hold on to her for life
And then the whole world unwind
Ask her to show you some
And I that she will say yes
her you've seen forever and
You'll be not a day less
Just know until that comes
And you cross that first mile
That the part is behind you
And all the pain will be
(From clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be
From storm clouds, Come angels, Let give you pleasure
dirt roads, To Flowers, when faith can be measured.

I know a man who was born his heart on the outside
Every mans worst fear he also had hands
He couldn't touch his face
He couldn't a baby
He would never them
But he was worried he would hurt them
Mad at the world his face hot pink
The best he do was just try to not think
But he was to
So he would try rarely
He read the last page of every in the library
He the charisma
Of a true revolutionary crime
Would try to write but kept his typewriter
He preaches militant radical
Was diligent but his mistakes were gramatical
If he only spent more time rehearsing and
There wouldn't to be so much cursing and swearing
on fire
His was blistering
No one had taught him about the of whispering
He is
Blows
dirt
His of a volcano
He is a
He on stilts
But doesn't for funny stuff
Ask me
He just hasn't been around the sun
He self-portraits
With a
eats corn
And tries to sell his own soul
On a corner
He always remembers numbers
And sometimes cries his own cumbersome hands

(Scratching... Mixes...)
Sometimes dumb crimes my mind
And lord knows I try to close my
But it happens so
I my eye on the ball
But still I never to be a fly on the wall
And
Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it happens so
I keep my eye on the
But still I never asked to be a fly on the
Read to end and measured sideways
traveled the length of your desert highways
Been your bed
And slept in
I saw scars
Was kept in
To keep from
I'm not to pay attention
But as I may have
I'm held hostage
I'm lost and
I want to go now
But I'm to far
And I even know how
The silent and tarnished armor
Charming and
The chameleon
Might get
Dancing shadows
And playing
It's the plan
Of the man
And it like
life
You may ask
Standing on the side
A two way
Well it's not what cracked up to be
I'll you that much
You can
But you touch

Sometimes crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to my eyes
But it so fast
I my eye on the ball
But still I never to be a fly on the wall
And
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my
And lord knows I try to close my
But it happens so
I keep my eye on the
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
All I to do
Is go fly a
Or take a
And try and keep
From taking a leap
There's ringing in my
Especially at
Collidescopic of a cocaine cat fight
play parlor games
Behind doors
are sacred
When nobody yours
But somebody
You about the bottom feeders
The dirty rotten
And all of the breeders
Sometimes dumb crimes my mind
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I keep my eye on the
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
And
dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my
But it so fast
I keep my eye on the
But still I never to be a fly on the wall