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Scratch Lyrics from Elvis Angel, the Wandering Minstrel

Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my

Mind in the energy jumping from molecule to molecule, spiraling around the stalks of bones and reaching toward the sky.

Now I can see my portrait in a corner, in the dust and mother’s voice from her fortress is withering

Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He

“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones

my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy so blessed on my way i go, I just dont

Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step

Happy days are hear again! So, just what sort of prototype for happy days are we talking? the tv show?

From The Diary of Plutus James …there is something that I refer to as sort of spiritual body, Some refer

“There is an opening in the back of my skull. That is where i get the muscle tension, chief. At