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Now pretty yellow, pink, and orange skies.
Like the way the pretty day goes by.
So don't be missing out on timeless, dear.
Hold me close, awhile, stay.
Hold me close, awhile, sway, my dear.
Ease did, on away ta thee.

So take the thorns off of your rose, my dear.
Find a way to hold me here.
Hold me close, and, maybe, rock awhile.
I'm your rock within the sile.
And you must be my pretty flower, dear.
'Cause I could see the pretty skies from here.

And I'd never seen, 'till your two eyes.
Ease did… Continue

Chess

Rook. Pawn.
And the beat goes on.
And the fight is over.
Everybody sing to the song.
Goo rook, pawn.
So strong!
And the beat.
And the beat goes on.

Go rook, pawn.
And the beat!
And the beat goes on.
But the game is over.
Stand and be strong. Sing song.
Go rook, pawn.
Coming from the alley we dawn!
Go rook, pawn! And the beat. So the beat goes on...

To the new day we garner.
From the alley we came.
Driven to the alley.
For their comfort we pain.

But word from the king go rook, pawn.
And… Continue

I wrote this song to California. Standing where the lonely days go by. There is always sun in California. Listen to my lonely lullaby. There is always sun in California. Living on the side where days go die. There is always sun in California. Listen to my lonely guitar cry. Listen to my lonely guitar cry. All aboard, a train that’s a-rolling faster. Rolling like a weary lullaby. Dreaming of the sun in California. All the way from another eastern sky. I could see the sun in California. All the wa… Continue

Hip hip to the side in your ride and claim bingo!

Here comes a brand new lingo.

All around the poor man are martyrs.

All around the rich man the same.

Everyone believe, sons, and daughters.

Everybody cries just the same.

We go!

Hip, roll the ride, and claim bingo!

Here comes a grand new thing, oh.

sing, oh. Here comes a brand new lingo.

bingo!