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The Good Gardener (On How He Fell) - Augie March

"Here sits a once good gardener, pale as a shadow of a doubt. Once a happy dweller of a garden good, once a sleepy sinner, once cast out To the sea where the crossy-eyed maids murmur low, "do you see, do"

The Snake - Mediaeval Baebes

"middle-age Castilian Era un ortolano byen siempre e syn mal En el mes de enero con fuerte tenporal Andando por su huerta, vido so un peral Una culebra chica, medio muerta atal Con la nieve e con"

The Teeth Collector - Pretty Girls Make Graves

"I'm unfolding little scraps of paper I'm dotting 'I's and crossing 't's Like a ghost your were the gardener That snuck in and planted seed Decay Your word's acidic taste I'm unfolding little scraps of"

Rinfy The Gypsy - Kate Bush

"I fell in love with Rinfy the gypsy. He said when I grew up he'd marry me, Carry me away on his steed. "Don't worry, my baby! Don't die, my funny little darling! I'm going away for a little while, And"

The Court Of The Crimson King - King Crimson

"The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient tongue For"

The Closets Of Henry - Guided By Voices

"Bumbling now with nowhere left to go Charlemagne's creation falling slow Of an old king's secret files A jewel box for his nose Now the guard no fresh king For the creep who comes and goes Oh Wings refer"

Court Of The Crimson King - Saxon

"The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies in ancient tongue For"

The Long Way Home - Mary Chapin Carpenter

"(Mary Chapin Carpenter) You could be this man, he's got it all worked out To the nth degree, no fears, no doubts He'll retire at thirty to his big-ass house next to the putting green Now he's got a picture"

The Whisperers - The The

"A lonely silhouette Smoking a cigarette Hoping for the phone to ring Though she's sick of the sound Of people's mouths Winding her up And putting her down Don't get sad When people that you trusted stab"

The Wives Are In Connecticut - Carly Simon

"(Carly Simon) He figures out a restaurant Where they won't be recognized He can always slip the maitre'd a ten Get a private little table and try her on for size Make a plan of where to do it when He's"

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