Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.



Mao remembered in TV is the shine on your show room. Those are the wet years, the convergence of big fish, jubilation, once in a  blue moon. Caravan pasts wave and once more fold away, parachutes tumble all day, under the technology of arms. Wonders never cease. The envoys you don’t remember are smiling, talking slippery, silent on wild analysis. Things that take time over and over again, the rigor of the people’s wishes rubbing the surface, holy mackerel. Mao remembered through a strong outgoing grace, his yellow eyes are moving pictures, are carts. Being polaroid, being silver, being in the bounded reasons, in the hold of a lifetime. Coming true, as Tarzans in snow, Polynesian palms and native thoughts: the shine in your show room stands up to talk in round figures and hand plays. Clutching in the crowds. On the crossing Mao’s like a wheatfield talking in trains. Swimming through the hand-holds he was a lonely enemy. From a thousand different angles drawing tunics out.