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ekaj revae Oct 2013
outer banks #1


down to the outer banks
where the water
and the dunes
reflect the wild east coast

we had to drive
to where its not commercialized
where the sand is actually
really occupied

ya gotta a dig a hole burn some coal
just to even eat a fish
grab a spear for a crab where the
shallow waters clear

ya gotta go, you gotta roll where
the old wind blow
ya gotta go, you gotta roll where
the old wind blow

watch your back girl
butter flies flyin outta your skirt
fly off the waves like dirt

were hidden out in the sand dune land
protected from patrol
by mountain sand

while the elders passed a joint
laughin, not carin and
so i soak it in
soak soak soak it in

cause you gotta roll, you gotta go
where the old wind blow

crabbin and a surfin
unknown land
im just campin out
and followin my dad

and camper dave
he's my other dad
we got the seafood
the surfers wish they had

so you gotta roll, you gotta go with the flow
where the ocean is remote
dont need no boat

its the best **** feeling
id ever had

cause ran around
the old wind blow


u gotta go where the old wind blow
so you gotta roll, you gotta go where
the old wind blow


you gotta gooo oh
where the old wind blow
whose wife stored corn in an Ohio silo 'cause she was a grain-buyer
& a volunteer fireman & pyromaniac who ignited a tragic crane fire
while developin' for Kenda Rubber a fireproof, anti-hydroplane tire
that when run over smashed feet will make your bathtub drain drier
so that I might climb Earth's oceanical humps as an aeroplane flyer
and not as a U.N. Marxian, globaloneyist, flat-Earthen-plane denier
with a crabbin' urinary inequity allopathically called bladder cancer
that lets me bone a pink-**** Irish maid into a bad-***-badder dancer
whose itchy pirouetting allowed pendulous loads to only glance her
Each police chief must take a masonic oath to remain an insane liar
as directed by the crapped-out, bald, hoaxster, trickster Wayne Dyer
whose wife stored corn in an Ohio silo 'cause she was a grain-buyer
& a volunteer fireman & pyromaniac who ignited a tragic crane fire
while developin' for Kenda Rubber a fireproof, anti-hydroplane tire
that when run over smashed feet will make your bathtub drain drier
so that I might climb Earth's oceanical humps as an aeroplane flyer
and not as a U.N. Marxian, globaloneyist, flat-Earthen-plane denier
with a crabbin' urinary inequity allopathically called bladder cancer
that lets me bone a pink-**** Irish maid into a bad-***-badder dancer
whose itchy pirouetting allowed pendulous loads to only glance her

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