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Furies
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billy woods
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Planetary orbits and temporal numbers Ancient mathematical astronomy Mennonites' children Time and space reuniting two time the valley of fear Tales of unrest, milk from my breast Imagine communities outside my wife Washington at a latitude of 77 degrees, outside my life Newer time reckoning Time flies like an arrow, me and a few witches on the broom in 1930, hustlin' coke, poppy field, weed smoke Outside the concentration camp, lookin' for a light My good eye, devil may care The bad one slide over e'rything with a stare Bad vibes and the vestibule in your head is a time share Madame Bovary with the good hair I shoulda stopped right there But a trick is a trick, like Flaubert The flow bare bones, the trick is the dead air The beat goes and goes and goes The night hides in caves and holes, whisperin' She answered, open robe, black body glistenin' Like she swallowed the sun Shook it off like a fever run its course And what did I want? What did I want, what did I want? Low lying cloud, crowd the church spire The first liar played the lyre so sweet the furies weep Might let me be, before they tear a piece each Like he promised, Persephone swam up out the deep Cold as fish, we kissed, we closed lips Greek cliffs, sunbaked, white bricks Silent, empty horizon, but I know it's ships It rips through the fabric And sits like foam on the lip of a savage Outside Buckingham palace Waitin' for black sabbath Enacts the crack cabbage Wreak havoc The fourth horseman Earth B.C. beast, the dragon Revelation trappin', I'm snappin' The women clothed in the sun Givin' birth to a future light Lift 'em high, Bill Cartwright I just want to make it right Fly like LeBron in the night Supersonic flight But they don't want me to shine They don't want me to shine 'Cause I remind 'em of the fight And they don't want me to dine They don't want me to dine I bled the pork on the knife Feet of clay, hands of light 'Cause I remind 'em of the fight They don't want me to dine They don't want me to dine I bled the pork on the knife Feet of clay, hands of light 'Cause I remind 'em of the fight
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