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As was their wont after a long summer's day of play, several of the neighborhood children would take the shortcut through Barber Woods, passing the old mansion, and wave to the smiling lady, dressed-in-white at the top window, who always seemed to be there watching as they passed.

Ghost of Barber Manor

LYRICS:
Cost for the living, thoughts of hara-kiri in the era of the distance
Talking to an essence about re-birthing and assistance
Skull fuck a demon, that's a part of the resistance
Stay away from me, I don't agree with your conditions
Niggas turning ballistic dummies, Sacrificing system
No tip on the radar, trying to put me in position
Knife run through the neck, and the tension will be vicious
Blood thicker than water, and the enemy is viscous
Succubus hella thick, and I'm looking at her biscuits
Toxic as fuck, hypnotized by appearance
In the thighs of Medusa, so I guess is good riddance, farewell
Leave me bleeding a story out on the stairwell
Tell me when you look in my pupils, say if I look well
Cutting through the stitches, 'cause I'm itching, and I need to yell
Need to go the distance, far as living so live to tell

Paranoid, and living in Polaroid
Images of the past, and failing using my voice
Said it's a waste of time, should die just an employee
Ego taking a hold of me, y'all niggas should know me
But I don't really say shit, 'cause y'all niggas is nosy
I wait until the colors show, and it's coming in slowly
I'm not a whipping boy, I've ascended, don't call me Toby
With pocket full of consciousness, ringing around the rosy
Blasphemy, confidence disease, you try impose on me
Never close to me, that's how it's supposed to be
Ask for way too much, when wanting honesty
Got my soul on freeze, what do you want from me?
I could pray for change, ain't getting on my knees
Niggas laced with greed, so many names deceased
Now it's time to meet, a different kind of breed
Too many bit the hand, now it won't feed.

The Hand

Withinbetween

Delighted that Tim agreed to join the fun on this track, adding an array of guitars, bass and other sprinklings of magic from his box of tricks.  Please listen to his great songs at @penelopes-thrill.

Stop 
start spinning around
my head can barely hear a sound

Fold yourself in crowds
Do you never find the words 
to say out loud?
oh

Bloodshot be more kind
Did you say that we get better over time?
Oh no
Find yourself sunshine
Did you mean it when you said that you were fine?
Oh no

Are you homesick 
lost in other lives?
by the old bricks
built to bridge the skies

When there's nothing to say
and there's nothing to do
It's a good day for bad news..

Burn
blue skying bear
is there nothing left that's standing there
any more?

Are you homesick
lost between the lights?
By the old bricks
built to scrape the skies

When there's nothing to say
and there's nothing to do
It's a good day for bad news

When there's nothing to say
and there's nothing to do
It's a good day for bad news

Find yourself a life sometimes
Douse yourself in brightest lights
You can(n't) fool all of the people all of the time

It's a good day for bad news
(when there's nothing to see
but the sky burning blue
it's a good day for bad news
When there's nothing to say
and there's nothing to take
It's a good day for bad news).

It's a good day for bad news..

Good Day for Bad News (by Paul and Penelope's Thrill)

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Hi My Name Is Tim Deacon & I'm A Songwriter & A Keyboard Player When I Was 13 Yr Old I Was In A Rock & Roll Band After That I Was Write   My Original Stuff  I Meet Bucky Pizzarella & John Pizzarella  In One Of The Club John Came Over  He Say Do You Want To Play With Us & I Say Yes  Bucky & John Pizzarella Are Jazz Guitarist I Meet Vince Martell In 2003 He Is The Guitar For Vanilla Fudge  Vince Come Over To Ask Me  Do You Want To  Go To The Studio To Record 1 Song &  I Say Yes I Starting To Sale My Music On Tunecore  The Song Was Not Sale Oh Well My Dream Is To Sale My Music

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