Alyson Greenfield: Music

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The trees look like bones here. Oh yes, the trees, oh yes the trees, the trees look like bones here. Well, this is Alabama my dear. And the trees do look, yes the trees do look, the trees look like bones here. In my Tuscaloosa, Black Warrior. My Tuscaloosa. Yes my Tuscaloosa, Black Warrior. My Tuscaloosa. And I've wanted to transcend my body
more here than anywhere before. They brought me here to transplant my body to a whole other planet, I'm sure. And she writes by the river warrior, and she takes her pen like a scalpel. She writes by the river Warrior and she takes her pen like a scalpel knife.
And she says if you cut him he'll bleed letters all over your carpet, so beware... She says if you cut him he'll bleed letters. And the trees look like bones here. And the trees. Oh my trees. Look like bones here. In my Tuscaloosa, Black Warrior. My Tuscaloosa. Yes my Tuscaloosa, Black Warrior. My Tuscaloosa