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Frank Mills

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I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend,A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles But he wears his hair Tied in a small bow at the back I love him but it embarrasses me To walk down the street with him He lives in Brooklyn somewhere And wears this white crash helmet He has gold chains on his leather jacket And on the back is written the names Mary And Mom And Hell's Angels I would gratefullyAppreciate it if you see him tell him I'm in the park with my girlfriend And please Tell him Angela and I Don't want the two dollars back Just him!

A Little Below The Angels

ACE FREHLEY "Anomaly"
Alcohol was a friend of mine It almost got me dead I crashed some cars, got into fights Some things I now regret I've been told I've got nine lives Or maybe even ten Now I've changed my ways, my soul's restored I'm better now than then We're just a little below A little lower than the angels And that's alright That's alright with me Temptin'd fates, not what I want to do I'll soon enough be dead And all that glitters isn't always gold You know I've heard it said I've taken chances, I crossed the line I lost my faith in love Now the road is clear My aim is true, with help from above We're just a little below A little lower than the angels And that's alright That's alright with me We're just a little below A little lower than the angels And I can't fly I won't fly away You know I won't fly away We got to find our own way But I don't know if I'll make it to Heaven Just open the gates of Hell Daddy, have you ever seen an angel? Sure baby Well, what was it like? The most beautiful thing I've ever seen Just a little below A little lower than the angels And that's alright That's alright with me We're just a little below A little lower than the angels And I can't fly I won't fly away We're just a little below A little lower than the angels And that's alright That's alright with me We're just below A little lower than the angels And I can't fly I won't fly away We're just a little below A little lower than the angels And that's alright That's alright with me We're just a little below

Always Coming Back Home To You

ATMOSPHERE "Seven's Travels"
To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers To emo kids that got too many feelings He held the register open while he counted her change I was next in line which meant I was invisible From where I stood I could see that the till was full He didn't look the type to play superhero So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath Bangles in my head, shake the song off Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass A woman and a child climbed out and left it running They went inside of the deli, placed an order With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughters picky When they came out mommy gave me a glance That said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk So they got back in the Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off Thug love on the corner by the walgreens Lookin at me like I'm just another square saltine As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis Respect the life and the fashions of the children It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been building All of a sudden I'm in front of some man No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say "Do you want this It's not mine I promise I found it on my block in between a couple garages Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over I don't even know how to hold it." It was a thirty eight, the poor man's machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected, Wedged it behind my belt buckle Knowing that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble The extra strength felt weak, But over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the Street Put the heat in the mail box to loose it Figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it Mosey down the road thinkin' bout the old I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow Right here, this use to be a record shop I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot I've had my lake street pride for three decades These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave, All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near But then the road became empty and the people disappeared The clouds ran away, opened up the sky And one by one I watched every constellation die And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star I should've known, walked all the way home To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you They can leave me for dead they can take away my true I'm always coming back home to you Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew I'm always coming back home to you As sure as the life in the garden that you grew I'm always coming back home to you No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you If only I had known what you already knew I'm always coming back home to you From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through I'm always coming back home to you I'm always coming back home to you

Angelface (Multiples 5 vs Travel 4)

ATMOSPHERE "You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having"
I love this fucking country And she loved me more than I could imagine So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic Paint away from the backyard to drift some more Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store With a woman who don't even drink alcohol Big letters IRONY tagged on the wall She was named for another flat land We had it strong back then In common we had a bond That would never see the break of dawn To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn Threw that away Yes, yes headed out west And got undressed With the nurture she gave me made me trip and get obsessed There was a lady in Los Angeles That handled this the way the manual suggests (the way the manual suggests) She turned me on to music that I never heard before She told me stories from a cup I haven't leaned to pour And I don't know who heard it more Professional journals or perpetual burn holes Scarring up the dirty floor East Found a hollow hole in the Colorado snow It's like I follow anywhere that el Diablo go Took a stroll with a feline And sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the design Can't let her dance up on top on the top floor Been there done that what do you think it's locked for? I've lost more to my traveling soul Then I dare to talk about so I'll be out I'll be on the road Down, down, down in Gainesville No stranger to shame Coltrane and pain pills Sometimes the ceiling is to easy to stare at But it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps and bear traps And it can't come clean without the sun beams And it ain't complete without the drum beats And I can tell she don't want me As is time to climb back into the pain and make the back stiff I had to add one more story to the infinite Already interwoven through a New York cigarette Ex lover and a best friend best lover and an ex friend Looking for alcoholic sentimental is a men a rhythm of Religion on the PA Make the people here say God bless the DJ She stays to wait for a replay While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway Chicago inside of an empty bottle There's a thin line between gossip and gospel There's a house over there near Wicker Park Where I found out Smart was afraid of the dark Had to break her heart just to help me heal up Tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up Make sure them demons stay beneath the core Pray you and yours and whomever you believe in more Look around you there's angels amongst us Look around you there's angels amongst us Sitting in the rain on some sidewalk café Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray Just trying to find a lost soul to save And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved Keep faith in my suitcase packed my beliefs Angels exist I've even seen some sleep I love this fucking country And she loved me more than I could imagine So I waited till she slept and I stepped into traffic

If Not For Love

JOHNNY CASH "Man In Black"
A broken man moves slowly down the sidewalk Humbled by the favours he must seek From those that he encounters on his walk through misery Who are rich enough to hurt just as they please If not for love I could be one of these An old man on a park bench stares with envy At a couple with their children on their knees While across the park a young man is caught by the police Stealin' for a habit he must feed And if not for love I could be one of these I could be one of these or so many many more Always at the beck and call of shame I'm thankful I was called by love to walk among the happy But if not for you love wouldn't know my name A man of squander talents vainly calls on His gift of God now straining through his soul While in the crowd before him a jealous friend awaits The moments that he can no longer please And if not for love I could be one of these I could be one of these or so many many more Always at the beck and call of shame I'm thankful I was called by love to walk among the happy But if not for you love wouldn't know my name Yes if not for love I could be one of these

Home Of The Brave

LOU REED "Legendary Hearts"
Here's to Johnny with his Jo, and Mickey's got a wife And here's to Jerry, he's got Joyce And me I'm shaking in my boots tonight For the daughters and the sons Lost in the home of the brave Here's to the home of the brave Here's to the life that's not saved Here's to the home of the brave Here's to the home of the brave Here's to Frank, hit in some bar In picturesque Brooklyn Heights And here' to a friend, who jumped in front of a train At seven o'clock, on night And another friend, who thinks he lacks worth Has disappeared from sight Somewhere in the home of the brave Here's to the home of the brave, ... The stars are hiding in their clouds The street lights are too bright A man's kicking a woman, who's clutching his leg tight And rush off to the home of the brave Here's to the home of the brave, ... And everyday you have to die some, cry some, die some And everyday you have to die some, cry some, and die In the home of the brave - home of the brave

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