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Buck 1

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

Buck 65, Buck 65, 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
Watching an dead world vanish
We the banished and wander
and yonder
Like dogs hungry
Funky and angry and ugly
Drums like drugs have turned us to
Pathfinders, and mathematicians
Practitioners of magic
We make music used up junk and bad luck dreams
Liars and
and aardvarks
Gypsies and pen
Peddlers, Card
All of us fortune tellers home in the
Hard core, building a fortress
Forward fast and backwards
Trying to find buried in flood planes
in blood stains
Fly bites and egg
Running away with one of my broke

Sometimes it's
Traveling
Not knowing you're going
the railroads
Pickups and
of the loco-motives
Once we decide to see some of the country
with circus
Performers and
Discussions with perfectionists, perverts and
Haven't you ever of the...
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We aren't vampires like rock stars
We campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write
And plus we stay up all night long
'cause we aren't vampires like rock stars
We build campfires and ride
Town to town, we write songs
And plus we stay up like all long

20 some years is a long
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 about the same things
Dream the same
Play the same
We started out in the place
it or not we got the same names
Everything happens for a cause
Whether it be victory or
And the road may into a run way
But you'll what to do someday
Trust me I've it all before
climbed to the tops of the tallest trees
To get away from the water
To feel the of the smallest breeze
You'll find a girl with a low
Who the world in her bare hands
You'll fall in love you'll have no
Once you are given a fair
For the first time you will sleep
Take a breath
See the sun
on to her for dear life
And then watch the world unwind
Ask her to you some magic
And I guarantee that she say yes
Tell her seen forever and
be together not a day less
Just until that time comes
And after you cross that first
That the hardest is behind you
And all the will be worthwhile
(From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain you pleasure
From roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured
From storm clouds, angels, Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt roads, To Flowers, when can be measured.

I know a man who was born with his on the outside
Every mans fear he also had heavy hands
He couldn't touch his lovers
He couldn't a baby
He never desert them
But he was worried he hurt them maybe
Mad at the world his face turned hot
The best he could do was try to not think
But he was to
So he only try rarely
He read the page of every book in the library
He the charisma
Of a true crime fighter
Would try to write but kept his typewriter
He preaches manifesto militant
Was diligent but his greatest were gramatical
If he only more time rehearsing and preparing
There wouldn't have to be so much cursing and
Eyes on
His was blistering
No one had him about the power of whispering
He is
Blows
Eats
His mouth of a
He is a
He on stilts
But doesn't stand for funny
Ask me
He just hasn't around the sun enough
He paints
With a
Only eats
And then tries to sell his own
On a corner
He always remembers everyone's
And sometimes cries his own cumbersome hands

(Scratching... Mixes...)
Sometimes crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my
But it happens so
I my eye on the ball
But I never asked to be a fly on the wall
And
dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I my eye on the ball
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
beginning to end and measured sideways
I've traveled the length of your highways
Been your bed
And slept in
I saw scars
Was kept in
To from crying
I'm trying not to pay
But as I may mentioned
I'm being hostage
I'm and exhausted
I to go home now
But I'm to far
And I even know how
The silent and tarnished armor
Charming and
The chameleon
get violent
Dancing shadows
And charades
It's the plan
Of the man
And it like
Living
You may ask
Standing on the other
A two way
Well not what it's cracked up to be
I'll tell you that
You can
But you can't

Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my
But it happens so
I my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the
And
dumb 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
All I to do
Is go fly a
Or a hike
And try and myself
From taking a leap
ringing in my ears
Especially at
Collidescopic visions of a cat fight
People play parlor
Behind closed
are sacred
When knows yours
But does
You forgot about the feeders
The dirty rotten
And all of the breeders
Sometimes dumb crimes my mind
And knows I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the
And
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it happens so
I my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the