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Scissor Lock - Dredg

"I think I'm awake Rolling on my blanket I am sinking into the bed Light around me Beautful washes of pulsating color Buzzing white noise It sounds like one hundred bees I too once thought the radio played Let's"

Zip-Lock - Lit

"I've been stealing Time where I can get it from I've been losing Grip on what I used to hold If I could get another chance I'd put it in a ziploc bag And keep it in my pocket Keep it in my pocket Keep"

Pack Up Your Troubles - Slade

"Somewhere down in the city there's a mad dog madder Somewhere out in the sticks there's a sad cat sadder But you ain't got to let it get on top of you No, you ain't got to let it get a hold You gotta"

Sons And Daughters - Ian Hunter

"(Ian Hunter) There's a place in the city they call the Archway Where we rented three rooms for a dollar a day and I worked semi-skilled at the capstans for years And my wife was a good woman but the love"

Sons And Daughters - Hot Water Music

"How unfortunate that it has come to this, we all pay to die as rogues, as workers, nomads and searchers, sweat to shackles and leads to lies. Still we're all under lock and key, who are we but savages"

All the daughters - Icicle Works

"Forgive me for the state I'm inThey cut the rope that I was climbingTally with incentiveYou should slip down hereand taste the poisonSmall fat man with case in hand,Surveys the situation,Brother the small"

Lock Up The Lab - Partners N Crime

"Got to make them pay, ok We got to peep out the plate Cause niggas is kickin' in doors, and Killin' niggas every day First thing's first We need some balls on this bitch Cause if they kickin' in doors"

11 Moustachioed Daughters - Bonzo Dog Band

"Eleven moustachioed daughters, running in a field of fat The moon is high, the mandrake screams, Please come to our Sabbat. The changeling children shiver, round the fire their mothers dance, With strangely"

11 Moustachioed Daughters - Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band

"Eleven moustachioed daughters, running in a field of fat The moon is high, the mandrake screams, Please come to our Sabbat. The changeling children shiver, round the fire their mothers dance, With strangely"

Mothers And Daughters - Vaya Con Dios

"She thinks she knows you She thinks she owns you She wants everything to be The way she told you Of course she loves you Worries about you She'll smother you 'till you're chokin' Tell me, don't you Say"

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