pronouns blasted my buns/ high slitted nuns/ speaking only in pun/ white clicking tongues/ salivating on a sponge/build a house out of dung/ smile till your done....

here we gouge out the electric eyes of the world/ right here...here we adore blind sink faucets and blind paper towel dispensers/they need a helping hand

im just a nudist with no park/ just feel my way round in the dark/hiding under smiles/is a world dangerous with anger/discomforts when felt youd like to disengageyer/responsibility to a mindful existence/ know i cant have just one....

i was in your dreams last night/ and this is how we now fight. (this song features a CNC milling machine)

I wrote a letter To my songwritting hero the myth the legend Mr. Robert Pollard Now I'm in a bar In Dayton Ohio And there's Mr. Pollard With a beer in hand I walk on over And offer to buy a round He takes me up on my offer the beer is flowing…

My sword will dull with time And my shield begin to rust But I'll pick them up right away To prove to you my love Time can't break the spell That You've cast over me I'll fight your wars Until the end of time To prove to you my love My mind…

Grab your board and come along The weather's fine It's negative nine The snow is fresh The air is brisk So Let's go hit the slopes We'll sweep and swerve We'll catch some air Stay on the slopes And Forget our cares The snow is fresh the air…

This is a song about shirts.

kalabantay is local sierra leonean word simply mean like the DON,and its a self production,

March Of The Dispossessed O yes we'll let it go well let me tell you now there we go hello better deal with it let it be let me see and everybody go... so what we said philosophy when we go all over places where we show and don…