When the Pawn... - Fiona Apple (1999-2001)
When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a King what he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight and he'll win the whole thing fore he enters the ring there's no body to batter when your mind is your might so when you go solo, you hold your own hand and remember that depth is the greatest of heights and if you know where you stand, then you'll know where to land and if you fall it won't matter, cuz you'll know that you're right.
Fiona Apple, When the pawn... álbum
Eight Line Poem - David Bowie (Hunky Dory, 1971)
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky
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