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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 out of reach
A murder of crows judged my every
My bones were
Penniless and entirely out of
I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water
But through it all the real in my spokes
Was the of my dreams
I fought of sleep with both fists and sometimes
With no more a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
I the stars out of the sky
When each one fell sparkling to the
I made wishes that came true
Apparitions of angels with angry
Appeared at new moon
My own ghost be gain
died 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, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, 65
Watching an already dead vanish
We the banished and wander
Hither and
Like dogs gone
Funky and angry and ugly
Drums like drugs turned us to scavengers
Pathfinders, addicts and
Practitioners of black
We music from used up junk and bad luck dreams
and losers
Emus and
Gypsies and pen
Peddlers, Card
All of us fortune tellers home in the
Hard core, building a cardboard
Forward fast and blindfolded
Trying to find buried in flood planes
Covered in blood
Fly bites and egg
Running away one of my legs broke

Sometimes lonesome
homeless
Not knowing where you're
Riding the
Pickups and
of the loco-motives
Once we decide to see some of the side
Working with
and cut-throats
Discussions with perfectionists, and poets
Haven't you ever of the...
hoboes?
We aren't dressed like rock stars
We campfires and ride box-cars
to town, we just write songs
And we stay up like all night long
'cause we vampires dressed like rock stars
We campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write
And plus we up like all night long

20 some is a long walk
Even if its not in a straight
You see a lot of things in the
You know what they say about great
You and I think about the same
the same dreams
Play the same
We out in the same place
Believe it or not we got the same
happens for a good cause
Whether it be victory or
And the may turn into a run way
But you'll know to do someday
me I've seen it all before
I've climbed to the of the tallest trees
To get away the deep water
To feel the touch of the breeze
You'll find a with a low voice
Who the world in her bare hands
You'll fall in love you'll no choice
you are given a fair chance
For the first you will sleep well
Take a breath
See the sun
on to her for dear life
And then watch the world unwind
Ask her to show you some
And I guarantee that she say yes
Tell her you've seen and
You'll be together not a day
Just know until that comes
And after you that first mile
the hardest part is behind you
And all the pain be worthwhile
(From storm clouds, angels, Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt roads, to flowers, when can be measured
From storm clouds, Come angels, Let give you pleasure
From dirt roads, To Flowers, faith can be measured.

I a man who was born with his heart on the outside
mans worst fear he also had heavy hands
He couldn't touch his lovers
He hold a baby
He would never desert
But he was worried he would hurt maybe
Mad at the world his turned hot pink
The he could do was just try to not think
But he was to
So he would try rarely
He read the page of every book in the library
He lacked the
Of a true revolutionary fighter
Would try to write but kept breaking his
He preaches militant radical
Was diligent but his greatest were gramatical
If he only more time rehearsing and preparing
There wouldn't have to be so cursing and swearing
Eyes on
His was blistering
No one had taught him about the power of
He is
kisses
Eats
His of a volcano
He is a
He on stilts
But stand for funny stuff
Ask me
He just hasn't been around the sun
He self-portraits
a roller
Only corn
And then tries to his own soul
On a street
He always everyone's numbers
And cries into his own cumbersome hands

(Scratching... Mixes...)
Sometimes dumb crimes my mind
And knows I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I keep my eye on the
But still I never to be a fly on the wall
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 to be a fly on the wall
Read beginning to end and sideways
I've traveled the length of your highways
under your bed
And in ditches
I saw your
Was kept in
To keep from
I'm not to pay attention
But as I may have
I'm held hostage
I'm and exhausted
I want to go now
But I'm to far
And I even know how
The silent knight and tarnished
and harmful
The charma
get violent
Dancing shadows
And playing
the minimal plan
Of the man
And it like
Living
You may ask
on the other side
A two way
Well it's not it's cracked up to be
I'll tell you much
You can
But you can't

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