Ringo Starr - $15 Draw
By Sorrells Pickard

OOOH...ONE, TWO...

MAMA, I GUESS YOU HAVE STOOD AND CURSED
THE DAY I FOUND THAT OLD GUITAR.
WHEN UNCLE HARRY DIED,
THE ONE WE FOUND IN THE BOOT OF HIS OL
Shedaisy - 'Cause I Like It That Way
Hey Jack, take back
All those lines you're trippin'
That's not who I am
It ain't that quaint
You're composure's slippin'
Right into my hands
('Cause when- just a little bit, ju
Townes Van Zandt - (Quicksilver daydreams of) Maria
by Townes Van Zandt

Well, the diamonds fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria
All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky
the brown of her skin makes her ha
Brainpool - (Let's Get) Lucky In Kentucky
We bang our heads against the wall
but I'm sure that it won't fall
Every day and every night
it's a good time for a fight

But still I dream of better days
maybe if we get away


Cypress Hill - Hand on the Clock


On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon

Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again

I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus
Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl!
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl

I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Yeah home direct ya
Bury them bones
Under my home and

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!

Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back, as I take up the helm
On the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Droppin' the geran
Just realize what you're hearin'

The cannon sounded
That's my companion: surrounded
As my crew comes bounding
As the captain
Afro-america
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out latin

Busted!
You're a red beard with a musket
Better talk quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it
Yes I know that you can't withstand it
Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it

With a steel-toe, how you feel now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo
Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
The Hill got the skill for the static like brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk
Gimme room as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a Glock go `click' like a camera?

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
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702 - All I Want
Chorus:
All I want
Someone I can talk to
Someone who will listen to what I have to say
All I need
Some special attention
Someone who will metion the special things to me
Whatever
Queensryche - 9:28 a.m.
(Instrumental)
Air Supply - Always
(Graham Russell/Guy Allison/Michael Sherwood)

I can see hills touch the sky
Heaven and earth, you and I
A world we will always be
Here in the silence we lie
Shadows we cast, you an
La Pozze Latina - : Bajo Efx De La Pozze
Comenzó meciéndonos el mar
el mundo dormía ahora
en un banco encontré el cuento
con el que ríes, amas y lloras
Todos estos fríos años
al abrigo de un saludo
creíamos en algo raro