Wickedjohnandthedevil's listening history
When the sun sets over high mountains it doesn’t get dark
When the valley cools in in the evening the crinoline bark
Strike a match on the stone hearth flickering light for the fire
I watch the blue ridge violet hue ridge fade in the night…
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The manta ray hangs off of the keychain that you bought at the aquarium
I asked if that was the thing that killed Steve Erwin - I was wrong and you sure let me know
My buddy Andrew bought a cd in Connecticut by the Teeth called "Carry the…
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When I was young I tiptoed the garden
And then I salted all that I could see
The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me
But no so much for the open-hearted leaves
August came around while I was sleeping
September grasses bent under my feet…
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There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house
I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash
I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines
Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…
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Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too
Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too
The dog hides neath the back porch
I think he knows a thing or two
There’s rain come from the ocean in the hills of Tennessee
There…
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Guitar improvisation based on the aria "Contessa Perdono" from Mozart's the Marriage of Figaro.
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There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house
I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash
I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines
Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…
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She can’t skate but she’s got a skateboard - go figure
Down goes the Berlin Wall up goes the middle finger
And she can read minds she can stand in long lines she’s no beginner
And she can see time go a-passing her by it’s so linear
She…
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Spinning like the wheel
Painted on the temple
Does the wheel turn slowly
Or is it me that moves?
I can count the hours
And I can name the prophets
Kept like silver spoons
Struck like wooden matches
Should I call it sleep or divine…
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