The easiest and cheapest way is to simply roll up a towel and stuff it in the gap
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#7 Anyone who spends much time in the Good Air city will not be surprised at this
We are these endless riders Some crack right through Some of them try Seekers, finders Which one are you Which one am I We are just endless riders Inside one all-seeing eye Silly Eye-Color Generalizations ( Live ) There are those boys with earthly eyes Their eyes are like the ground You walk and walk Kicking up dirt But they don't make a sound And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave 'em open Just to make sure you don't drown Yeah, the sweetest eyes The truest eyes are Probably dark brown There are those boys with golden hazel eyes The color of weak tea They spend their nights howlin' at the moon To let go of the sea The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling You think you're finally free When they capture you 'Cause golden eyes are as sticky as Honey from a bee I'm drownin' But those with blue I shouldn't trust 'Cause I myself have blue You fall for them so easy You think you see right through You take a leap, thinking blue water is deep When suddenly it's just grey rain Then puddles at your feet They freeze to dirty ice But somehow they'll melt back to clean blue water once again Confusing Blue eyes, they change like the weather Blue sea, blue sky, blue pain I wouldn't trust my own blue-eyed reflection As far as I can throw that mirror Bum bum bum But these are just silly eye color generalizations You shouldn't believe a word I've said 'Cause when you're lying in your bed Darkness 'round your head Your eyes might as well be polka-dotted or plaid Polka-dotted Or Plaid Soho ( Live ) It's surprising how little things we lose I was walking through the streets of Soho Looking for a diamond ring But I didn't find a thing Not a necklace Not a bracelet Not a shoelace Not an old friend Not a new friend In the faces Of the crowd And the streets were paved with cigarette butts And the streets were paved with cigarette butts And the streets were paved with cigarette butts With cigarette butts And cigarette butts Oh, it's surprising how little's on the ground Considering we walk around And lose and lose what's never found Someone has got to be the one To find the long-lost answers Banana peels and orange rinds But we suck on our cigarettes As if one day they will save us As if one day they'll return the favor As if one day they will crave us We suck on our cigarettes As if one day they will save us As if one day they'll return the favor As if one day they will crave us They will crave us They will crave us It's surprising how little things we know I was walking through my mindscape And I didn't find a thing It's surprising how little things we know I was walking through my mindstreet Red light stop and green light go And I didn't get run over But we suck on our cigarettes As if one day they will save us As if one day they'll return the favor As if one day they will crave us We suck on our cigarettes As if one day they will save us As if one day they'll return the favor As if one day they will crave us They will crave us They will crave us Ah, ah, ahhhh Ah, ah, ahhhh Ah, ah Re-gee-nah Ah, ah Reh-gee-nah Ah, ah Reh-gee-nah The Bronx ( Live ) Come downstairs, I'm buzzing you Come downstairs, I got nothing to do Come downstairs now Come downstairs now Come downstairs now You know there's a legend and it goes like this If you kiss the lamppost between 224th street and 225th in the bronx When it's a full moon You'll be granted three wishes But nobody does it They don't believe in magical realism in the bronx They don't even believe it exists in other places But especially not in the bronx Come downstairs now I'm buzzing you It's a full moon Our wishes will come true soon Do you know what I'd wish for Do you know what I'd wish for Do you know what I'd wish for Do you know what I'd wish for A twenty-hour baskin robbins in my neighborhood An elevator in my building so that I wouldn't have to walk up to the eighth floor And also a dog The Call ( Prince Caspian soundtrack ) It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word And then that word grew louder and louder Til there was a battle cry I'll come back when you call me No need to say good-bye Just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before All you can do is try to know who your friends are you head off to the war Biggest star on the dark horizon and follow the line You'll come back when it's over No need to say good-bye You'll come back when it's over No need to say good-bye Now we're back to the beginning It's just a feeling and no one knows yet But just because they can't feel it too Doesn't mean that you have to forget Let your memories grow stronger and stronger Til they're before your eyes You'll come back when they call you No need to say good-bye You'll come back when they call you No need to say good-bye *** Thanx a lot to Jessia for this one *** The Noise All the power of my voice can't compare With the power of a quiet whisper Still, it's a choice, and I choose to rage Instead of ever quietly listening I can't hear you I can't hear you anymore I can't hear you I can't hear you through this noise I can't hear you through the noise All the power of my words can't compare With the power of a silent answer Still, it's a choice, and I choose to rage Ignoring all those silent answers I can't hear you I can't hear you anymore I can't hear you I can't hear you through this noise I can't hear you through the noise All the noise The soup The soup, the soup, the soup, the soup
Anina Major is a Bahamian born artist currently living and working in New York City
In a 2001 study at the Oregon National Primate Research Center involving sixty-seven pregnant Rhesus macaque monkeys, half of the monkeys had tubes surgically implanted in order to subject them to a continuous flow of nicotine for the last four months of their pregnancies
