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Race of doom
Is it on
Is it off
Reply
It's a matter of time
It's a matter of luck
It's a factor of chance
'Til i self-destruct
You fire at random
I'm under attack
Strapped in and freewheeling
Flying off the track
I want to be your time bomb
Let me be your time bomb baby
I want to be your time bomb
Please let me be your time bomb baby
Everywhere there is danger
Absolutely for real
Subliminal feelings
Too strong to conceal
Unscramble your program
My turn to unload
Unbelievably certain
Guaranteed to explode
Songwriters: Gerald Casale / Mark Allen Mothersbaugh
 
Hypnophone

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MOOGs

Love without anger
He picked up the phone and took the call
A long distance voice just started to bawl
I don't care if you feel small
Love without anger isn't love at all
Why can't you have your cake and eat it too
Why believe in things that make it tough on you
Why scream and cry when you know it's through
Why fall in love when there's better things to do
Barbie and ken in a great big fight
Seems ken forgot to make it home one night
You know what you are seeing simply can't be right
Looks like love's bark is worse than its bite
He was young and in love
So he just couldn't see
And it compelled him to ask
Are you kidding me?
You must be kidding me!
Love without teardrops isn't the same
He asked to be counted out of her game
She thought it him who was so insane
Love is what it does by any other name
Songwriters: Gerald Casale / Mark Allen Maothersbaugh
 
Hypnophone

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Today what does it take to do the super thing
I'll tell you what it takes a very simple thing
Iron nerves like the pilot of a jumbo jet
Or a girl on the go who hasn't got there yet
Magnetic trumpets blowing
Synthetic saxophone
The evidence kept growing
From below
Hidden motivations
Buried in the past
Still gives us strength
For the super thing
The red alarm a rude surprise every time it rings
Means it's time to go beyond the normal thing
Pay attention and be prepared to do it right
The super thing the thing that makes you bigger than life
Won't you tell me what it takes
To do the super thing
Signals start to travel from a distant place
Lights go out electro shock then pleasure pain
Sensations unfamiliar can make you sick
It's a superhuman thing and it does the trick
Songwriters: Gerald Casale / Mark Mothersbaugh
 
Hypnophone

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It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say

It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world

For you
For you
For you

It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair
Makes me want to say

It's a wonderful place
It's a wonderful place
It's a wonderful place

For you
For you
For you

Hey
Tell me what I say

Boy 'n' girl with the new clothes on
You can shake it to me all night long
Hey hey

It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say

It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world

For you
For you
For you

It's not for me

It's a beautiful world, For you
It's a beautiful world, For you
It's a beautiful world, For you
It's a beautiful world, Not me

Songwriters: GERALD V. CASALE, MARK MOTHERSBAUGH
 
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Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted too
And I get real frustrated, and its like
And I try hard to do it and take my time
And it just doesn't work out the way I want it too
It's like I concentrate on it real hard but it just doesn't work out
And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out
It's like I need time to figure these things out
But there's always someone there going

Hey Mike: You know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately
You know, maybe you get away, and like maybe you should talk about it,
You'll feel a lot better

And I go: No it's okay, you know I'll figure it out
Just leave me alone I'll figure it out
You know I'll just work it on myself,

And they go: Well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here, you know
And you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it, so want don't you talk about it

And I go: No I don't want to, I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself
And they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me
And it builds up inside

So you're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way

I'm not crazy - institution
You're the one who's crazy - institution
You're driving me crazy - institution
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy - myself

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn't even know she was there she called my name
And I didn't even hear it, and then she started screaming: MIKE! MIKE!
And I go: What, what's the matter?
And she goes: What's the matter with you?
I go: There's nothing wrong mom
And she goes: Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!
And I go: No mom I'm not on drugs I'm okay, I was just thinking you know,
Why don't you get me a Pepsi
And she goes: No you're on drugs!
I go: Mom I'm okay, I'm just thinking
She goes: No you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act that way!
I go: Mom just give me a Pepsi, please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
Just a Pepsi

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy

I'm not crazy - institution
You're the one who's crazy - institution
You're driving me crazy - institution
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy - myself

I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in
And they pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go:
Mike, we need to talk to you
And I go: Okay what's the matter
They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you've been having a lot of problems,
You've been going off for no reason and we're afraid you're gonna hurt somebody,
We're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need
And I go: Wait, what are you talking about, we decided!?
My best interest?! How do you know what's my best interest is?
How can you say what my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I'm crazy?
When I went to your schools, I went to your churches,
I went to your institutional learning facilities?! So how can you say I'm crazy?

They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I'll be dead

I'm not crazy - institution
You're the one who's crazy - institution
You're driving me crazy - institution
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy - myself

It doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyway

Songwriters: MAYORGA MUIR
 
Hypnophone

Hypnophone

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Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace

Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are,
Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are,
Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far,
Lost in musing circumstances, that's just where you are

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace

Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth,
Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals,
Their morals disappear

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace

Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are,
Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are,
Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far,
Lost in musing circumstances, that's just where you are

Songwriters: CHRIS SQUIRE, JON ANDERSON, STEVE JAMES HOWE, TONY KAYE, WILLIAM SCOTT BRUFORD
 
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I see the cold mist in the night
And watch the hills roll out of sight
I watch in every single way,
Inside out, outside in, every day

The sun can warm the coldest dawn
And move the movement on the lawn
I learn in every single day,
Inside out, outside in, every way

And there you are,
Making it up but you're sure that it is a star,
And boy you'll see
It's an illusion shining down in front of me,
And then you'll say
Even in time we shall control the day,
When what you'll see
Deep inside base controlling you and me

And one peculiar point I see,
As one of many ones of me
As truth is gathered, I rearrange,
Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in,
Perpetual change

And there you are,
Saying we have the moon, so now the stars,
When all you see
Is near disaster gazing down on you and me,
And there you're standing,
Saying we have the whole world in our hands,
When all you'll see,
Deep inside the world's controlling you and me
You'll see perpetual change
You'll see perpetual change

And there you are,
Making it up but you're sure that it is a star,
And boy you'll see
It's an illusion shining down in front of me,
And then you'll say
Even in time we shall control the day,
When all you'll see
Deep inside base controlling you and me

As mist and sun are both the same,
We look on as pawns of their game
They move to testify the day,
Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in,
All of the way
Ah, ah

Songwriters: JON ANDERSON, CHRIS SQUIRE
 
Hypnophone

Hypnophone

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What's that?
Holy shiite, it's more Zappa!
They won't allow this one over there...
It IS ex-ter-eme-ley fuckin' badass.
CAUTION: The following music may contain naughty, foul, offensive(my favorite), or nasty words.

These executives have plooked the fuck out of me
And there's still a long time to go before I've
Paid my debt to society
And all I ever really wanted to do was
Play the guitar 'n bend the string like
Reent-toont-teent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee
I've got it
I'll be sullen and withdrawn
I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts
I'll lay on my back here 'til dawn
In a semi-catatonic state
And dream of guitar notes
That would irritate
An executive kinda guy...
Well, I guess that one did the trick
If they only coulda heard it
Half-a-dozen of 'em woulda strangled
While they was suckin' on each other's dick
But that was only a bunch of imaginary
Notes I played
Just a little extra somethin'
To keep me goin' from day to day
That's okay
I'll be gettin' outta here pretty soon
Then I won't have to live
In this ugly fuckin' room
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now . . .
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
Can't wait to see
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
Outside now...
 
Hypnophone

Hypnophone

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Oh hell no, Hypno ain't done yet.







The Bad Motherfuckers:
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (lead vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)

The Song:
Joe: (to himself as he walks out of prison)
I'm out at last
Boy, the world
sure looks different
Wow...there's hardly
anything fun to do
Since they made
music illegal
But I'm hooked
I got the habit
I've got to have it
I need to play
But there's no
musicians anymore
They're all gone
Wait! I've got it!
I'll be sullen and
withdrawn
I'll dwindle off into
the twilight realm
Of my own secret
thoughts
I'll walk through
the parking lot
In a semi-
catatonic state
And dream of
guitar notes
To go with the
loading-zone
announcements.

JOE wanders through the world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a line somewhere in front of a window somewhere in a building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the young ones to continue the payments for the obsolete and irreparable appliances their parents had purchased on the instalment plan years ago, providing as security the future incomes of their children. The rest of these checks were used by the young recipients to buy fun things of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere.

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL
SCRUTINIZER
The White Zone
is for loading and
unloading only.
If you have to load or
unload, go to the
White Zone.
You'll love it.
It's a way of life.
This is the CENTRAL
SCRUTINIZER
The White Zone
is for loading and
unloading only.
If you have to load or
unload, go to the
White Zone.
You'll love it.
It's a way of life.
This is the CENTRAL
SCRUTINIZER
The White Zone
is for loading and
unloading only.
If you have to load or
unload...

As JOE stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues dedicated to the Quality of American Craftsmanship, dreaming his stupid little guitar notes, he hears, somewhere in the back of his head, the voice of MRS. BORG, taunting him:

Mrs. Borg's Voice:
Turn it down!
Turn it down!
I have children
sleeping here!
Don't you boys know
any nice songs?
I'm calling the police!
I did it!
They'll be here...
shortly!
I'm not joking around
anymore!
You'll see now!
There they are...
they're coming!
Listen to that mess,
would you!
Every day this goes on
around here!
He used to
cut my grass...
He was a
very nice boy...
He used to
cut my grass...
He was a
very nice boy...
He used to
cut my grass...
He was a
very nice boy...
He used to
cut my grass...
He was a
very nice boy...

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Yes...he used to be a nice boy...He used to cut the grass...But now his mind is totally destroyed by music. He's so crazy now he even believes that people are writing articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make matters worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession...




Writer(s): Frank Zappa
 
Hypnophone

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OTAY THEN, I have decided to provide you, the elite listening publiKc, the ENTIRE album in one shot.
Frank knew the future. Was it the fact that his Father worked for CIA? Who knows?
The Lyric-sheet is important with this one.
If you pay attention to this, you'll see that there are some creepy "predictions" that have happened.
The music is fuckin' tip-top badfuckinass and the lyr... I'll shut the fluCk up now.

That's SIX el-pee sides. AND I found ALL of the lyrics.
It was designed as a twisted high-school kinda play....
You may want to crank it up a bit.
Trust me. Hypno will never steer you wrong.
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Read along. Have Fun. We want you to have fun.


thanks to Roman Albertos for posting the lyrics..

OOPS. postings of more than 10000 characters are sticKtly verbotten aqui.
Link to Roman's lyric page:
http://globalia.net/donlope/fz/lyrics/Joe's_Garage.html
 
Ishkabibble

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Martyr - Perpetual Healing (Infinite Pain)

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Hypnophone

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Yo, I came home from work the other day
I was tired, I just wanted to sit back in my big chair
And play a little a Xbox
You know, relax a little
Then my wife comes in, she start telling me I play too much Xbox
I said "What the fuck do you mean?
This is just how I relax
Can't I just play a little Xbox?"
Then she says "I saw on Oprah today that guys that play video games don't love their wives"
I'm like, "Motherfucking bitch, fuck Oprah! I don't give a fuck,
I just wanna play my video game!
I don't give a fuck about Oprah, Oprah ain't got no man
You better worry about your motherfucking self
I just wanna kill some motherfuckers on Xbox"
She says: "You seem like you have a anger problem, maybe you need some help"
I'm like, "Bitch! Call the police now!"

Gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have anything to say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way
I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They put me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

The other day I go on the Internet, I'm just trying to check my email
So I put in my password, it says I have an invalid password
I know my fucking password
So then it says "go to customer service"
So I get on customer service, I start talking to this dude
This motherfucker sounds like he was from India or some shit
He says to me, "What's your first dog's name?"
I don't know what my fucking first dog's name was
What the fuck's the matter with you?
I just want my password, give me my fucking password!
So then he ends up giving me my password
And he says, "Your password has been sent to your email address"
I'm like, "I can't get in my email address
What about 'can't get in my email address'
Do you not understand, motherfucker?
He says, "Oh my God, it seems like you have an anger problem you should have that checked out"

Ah

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They put me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

The other day I'm just sitting alone
On lunch break at my job Trying to eat a ham sandwich
Got a little potato chips on the side, a little Kool-Aid
This motherfucker walks up to me and says "Are you gonna eat that?"
Like, "Yeah I'm gonna eat that
What the fuck you think I'm gonna do
Shove it up your ass?

"Do you understand that that pork can kill you?"
"Look, motherfucker, pork is not gonna kill me
Unless they figure a way to shoot it out with a fucking gun
But I might kill you if you keep fucking with me!"
He says, "Hey, calm down, I'm a vegan"

Fuck, a vegan!

I couldn't give a fuck if you eat sawdust, motherfucker
Just step away from my fucking sandwich!
He says, "Do you realize how much sugar is in that Kool-Aid?"
I said, "Do you realize how much blood is in the human body?
Do you wanna see it, motherfucker?"

He says, "Oh my God, you need therapy you have an anger problem."

Ah

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They pull me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

Suicidal

Songwriters: LOUIS MANUEL MAYORGA, MIKE MUR, TRACY LAUREN MARROW
 
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Hypnophone said:
Yo, I came home from work the other day
I was tired, I just wanted to sit back in my big chair
And play a little a Xbox
You know, relax a little
Then my wife comes in, she start telling me I play too much Xbox
I said "What the fuck do you mean?
This is just how I relax
Can't I just play a little Xbox?"
Then she says "I saw on Oprah today that guys that play video games don't love their wives"
I'm like, "Motherfucking bitch, fuck Oprah! I don't give a fuck,
I just wanna play my video game!
I don't give a fuck about Oprah, Oprah ain't got no man
You better worry about your motherfucking self
I just wanna kill some motherfuckers on Xbox"
She says: "You seem like you have a anger problem, maybe you need some help"
I'm like, "Bitch! Call the police now!"

Gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have anything to say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way
I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They put me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

The other day I go on the Internet, I'm just trying to check my email
So I put in my password, it says I have an invalid password
I know my fucking password
So then it says "go to customer service"
So I get on customer service, I start talking to this dude
This motherfucker sounds like he was from India or some shit
He says to me, "What's your first dog's name?"
I don't know what my fucking first dog's name was
What the fuck's the matter with you?
I just want my password, give me my fucking password!
So then he ends up giving me my password
And he says, "Your password has been sent to your email address"
I'm like, "I can't get in my email address
What about 'can't get in my email address'
Do you not understand, motherfucker?
He says, "Oh my God, it seems like you have an anger problem you should have that checked out"

Ah

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They put me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

The other day I'm just sitting alone
On lunch break at my job Trying to eat a ham sandwich
Got a little potato chips on the side, a little Kool-Aid
This motherfucker walks up to me and says "Are you gonna eat that?"
Like, "Yeah I'm gonna eat that
What the fuck you think I'm gonna do
Shove it up your ass?

"Do you understand that that pork can kill you?"
"Look, motherfucker, pork is not gonna kill me
Unless they figure a way to shoot it out with a fucking gun
But I might kill you if you keep fucking with me!"
He says, "Hey, calm down, I'm a vegan"

Fuck, a vegan!

I couldn't give a fuck if you eat sawdust, motherfucker
Just step away from my fucking sandwich!
He says, "Do you realize how much sugar is in that Kool-Aid?"
I said, "Do you realize how much blood is in the human body?
Do you wanna see it, motherfucker?"

He says, "Oh my God, you need therapy you have an anger problem."

Ah

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They pull me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

Suicidal

Songwriters: LOUIS MANUEL MAYORGA, MIKE MUR, TRACY LAUREN MARROW
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I will never understand why people refer to Ice-T as a rapper.When he is quite clearly not.

 
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This was a really big deal.
I remember it. Wasn't there, but it was simulcast here in Dallas.
 
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Loose nut in my head Loose nut rattling my skull Crying for a human touch Or anything that'll reach my soul Loose nut in my head A bolt of lightning between my legs I can't think straight my mind's a mess I only see straight when I'm being led Loose nut in my head A bolt of lightning between my legs I can't think straight my mind's a mess I only see straight when I'm being led Loose nut, I want head The loneliness I dread Loose nut you can help Be with me so I don't hurt myself Loose nut in my head A bolt of lightning between my legs I can't think straight my mind's a mess I only see straight when I'm being led Loose nut in my head A bolt of lightning between my legs I can't think straight my mind's a mess I only see straight when I'm being led Loose nut, no bolt fits My head is giving me fits Loose nut looking for diversion Just anything that'll let me stick it in Loose nut in my head A bolt of lightning between my legs I can't think straight my mind's a mess I only see straight when I'm being led Loose nut in my head A bolt of lightning between my legs I can't think straight my mind's a mess I only see straight when I'm being led Don't mind my crazy smile Hand me the phone so I can dial I'll be back in a little while But first I gotta get some vertical smile Loose nut in my head A bolt of lightning between my legs I can't think straight my mind's a mess I only see straight when I'm being led
 
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An erotic song of unvoiced pain that echos to all chambers of the soul.
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Oriental eyes reveal the lies, deceit, betrayal
On this journey behold one who travels far
You called him fool but now you are

The wizard wanders through the world made from dreams
The splashing whirlpool drowns the frightened streams
Exotic dancers, flashing lancers, this mysterious space
The fanfare advances, the warlord falls from grace

It clears your pain
But it's got you claimed again, my love
You feel the need but it lets you bleed
You must concede, my love

No one to blame, no shame
You crave again and again, my love
No used to plead from you
It feeds on your greed, my love



Songwriters: BRIAN MICHAEL DOWNEY, PHILIP PARRIS LYNOTT, WILLIAM SCOTT GORHAM
 
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