Crossroads - Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Title: Crossroads
Artist: Gordon Lightfoot
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot

Lyric:
When first, I did appear upon this native soil
All up and down this country at labor I did toil
I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun
I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run

When first, I did come down where the land meets the sea
The people said Who are you and what would your name be
I said I have no home and I am no man's son
'Twas inland I was born and from inland that I come

In the good land, I was young and I was strong
No one dared to call me son
Happy just to see my day's work done
See my day's work done

So, I swung an axe as a timberjack and I worked the Quebec mines
And on the golden prairie I rode the big combines
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town
Built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds

I've gazed upon the good times I've seen the bad times too
Felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a mornin' dew
I've watched the country growin' like a fair and mighty thing
And on the still of a summer night I've heard the mountains ring

In the good land, I was young and I was strong
No one dared to call me son
Happy just to see my day's work done
See my day's work done

But now, the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide
The old ways are forgotten there's no place left to hide
And the legacy I'm leavin' you is not very hard to find
You'll see it all around you at this crossroads of time
In the sweet soil it's a growin' at the crossroads of time

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Jonas And Ezekial - Lyrics - Rites Of Passage - Indigo Girls

Title: Jonas And Ezekial
Album: Rites Of Passage
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray

Lyric:
{Alright
Dancin'}

I left my anger in a river runnin' highway five
New Hampshire, Vermont, bordered by
College farms, hubcaps and fallin' rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops

I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have been tribal feet runnin' wild as fire
Past life sister of my desire

Jonas and Ezekial hear me now, said
"Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose turn is it anyway?
Anyway"

Now when I was young my people taught me well
Give back what you take or you'll go to hell
It's not the Devil's land, you know it's not that kind
Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine
Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise

Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
"Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose angel are you anyway?"

Ha ha huh huh
Ha ha huh huh
Haa haa woo
Haa woo

White, chain, rope, fear
(Hush my baby)
Be still my dear
(Be still my dear)

A bullet in the head, now he's dead
A friend of a friend, someone said
He was an activist with a very short life
I think there's a lesson here he died without a fight

In the war over land where the world began
Prophecies say it's where the world will end
There's a tremor growin' in our own backyard
Fear in our heads and fear in our hearts
Prophets in the graveyard
(Prophets in the graveyard)

Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
"Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose turn is it anyway?"

I said, "Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
(Jonas, Ezekial)
Steady now I feel your ghost about
(Steady now)
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
(I'm not ready for the dead to show its face)
Whose angel are you anyway?"

I said, "There's prophets in the graveyard
(Now I walk in beauty)
Prophets in the graveyard
(Beauty is before me)
Prophets in the graveyard
(Beauty is behind me)
(Above and below me)"

{Thanks
Thanks
We're gonna do one more song for ya
Just keep dancin'}

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Fools Like You - Lyrics - Lost Together - Blue Rodeo

Title: Fools Like You
Album: Lost Together
Artist: Blue Rodeo
Composer(s): Greg Keelor, Jim Cuddy

Lyric:
So good at doing what you don't do
Just trying to protect yourself and other fools like you
So well practiced in your deceit
Behind the high walls of stupidity, your endless conceit

Behind the locked door, the sleeping dog you beat
I hope I see the day she satisfies her teeth
Give back to the native, their treaty land
What you preach, you preach for others?
Why don't you practice that firsthand?

I just don't understand, this world of mine
I must be out of step or out of my mind

And will the profits of destruction
Forever make your eyes blind
Do you bow to the corporations?
'Cause they pay their bills on time

God bless Elijah, with the feather in his hand
Stop stealing the Indian land
Stop stealing the Indian land
Stop stealing the Indian land

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The Lost Canadian - Lyrics - Leonard Cohen

Title: The Lost Canadian
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
A wandering Canadian
Banned from his hearths
Traveled while crying
Traveled while crying
In foreign lands

One day, sad and pensive
Sitting by the flowing waters
To the fleeing current
He addressed these words
To the fleeing current
He addressed these words

If you see my country
My unhappy country
Go tell my friends
That I remember them
Go tell my friends
That I remember them

O days so full of charms
You have vanished
And my native land, alas
I will see it no more
And my native land, alas
I will see it no more

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Markovian Process - Lyrics - No Substance (B-Sides) - Bad Religion

Title: Markovian Process
Album: No Substance (B-Sides)
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Gregory W Graffin

Lyric:
You will all say that I am surely crazy
Only an unrepentant pessimist
Whose thoughts should be detained

But facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime
And they're not religion, they're for everyone
And signify the times

Today is a window, tomorrow the landscape
All you need to do is take a look outside
To know what we're bound to face

The level of disparity the common man
The manner of destruction of the native land
The poverty of reprisal from all involved
And the scathing trajectory from the past

Markovian process lead us not in vain
Prove to our descendants what we did to them
Then make us go away

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Stakes Is High - Lyrics - Stakes Is High - De La Soul

Title: Stakes Is High
Album: Stakes Is High
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): C Bobbit, D Jolicoeur, A Jamal, F Wesley, James Yancey, J Brown, V Mason, K Mercer

Lyric:
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it's all about the cautious livin'
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable
Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable

I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts
Sick of Versace glasses, sick of slang
Sick of half-ass awards shows
Sick of name brand clothes
Sick of R 'n' B bitches over bullshit tracks

Cocaine and crack which brings sickness to blacks
Sick of swoll' head rappers with their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick, even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

Man, life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about, a skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated
That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated

(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Higher than high)
You know them stakes is high
(Higher than high)
When we talkin' 'bout the

(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin' with the
(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Hey yo, what about that love?)

Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid
We living in them days of the man-made ways
Where every aspect is vivid, these brothers no longer talk shit

Hey yo, these niggas live it
'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone
Plug One translating the zone
No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say?

I say G's are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd
Investing in fantasies and not God
Welcome to reality, see times is hard

People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card
Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it
'Cuz the stakes is high

Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high

I think that smiling in public is against the law
'Cuz love don't get you through life no more
It's who you know and "How you, son?"
And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding
Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high
Yo, what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti

But they ain't organized

Mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route
And niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters
And their sons
(Oh boy)

Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested, he got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods 'cuz nobody's neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky

Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify, even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin' more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the

(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high
Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the

(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high
Stakes is high, come on

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The Spirit Trail - Lyrics - Dan Fogelberg

Title: The Spirit Trail
Artist: Dan Fogelberg
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg

Lyric:
The light is long
The sun is low
I'm ridin' fast across this dusty road
But I don't want to be
No, I don't want to be

Above the ridge an eagle flies
In lazy circles in the western skies
I want to fly with him
I want to walk the spirit trail

I've seen them come
I've seen them go
Off to the oilfields and rodeos
To find a better way
They leave their native soil

But I can hear a different song
The drum within my heart is beatin' strong
I want to follow it
I've got to walk the spirit trail

Let every creature I've seen, whao ooo
Be a brother and a friend to me
Let every step that I take
Leave the footprints of a warrior
Along the spirit trail

Heya heya heya hiyo
Heya heya heya hiyo
Heya heya heya hiyo
Heya heya heya hiyo

They took the land
They took control
They robbed my father of his very soul
To be like one of them
To be like one of them

But I was born a native son
And I will never be another one
To give it all away
I've got to walk the spirit trail

Let every creature I'll seen, whao ooo
Be a brother and a friend to me
Let every step that I take
Leave the footprints of a warrior
Along the spirit trail

Heya heya heya hiyo
Heya heya heya hiyo
Heya heya heya hiyo

Let every creature I've seen, whao ooo
Be a brother and a friend to me
Let every step that I take
Leave the footprints of a warrior
Along the spirit trail

Brother

Heya heya heya hiyo
Heya heya heya hiyo
Heya heya heya hiyo
...

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Pease Porridge - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Pease Porridge
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): A Goodhart, David Jolicouer, Kelvin Mercer, H Magidson, Vincent Mason, Brian Birthright, Prince Paul A Hoffman

Lyric:
Yo, gee, yo, word up, gee, man
Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?
Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man
Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time

Word up, yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?
They ain't punks, man, yo man, those kids are wack man
Straight up booty, wack, yo but, yo, that Buddy
That was kind of fly, man and Potholes?, Slammin', Slammin'

Yeah, it was, word up, yo it was but forget that man, after they
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Came out with 'Plug One, Plug Two' then 'Potholes', yo
(Pease porridge in the pot)

Then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots
(Nine days old )

Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there
(Pease porridge in the pot)

Yeah, all right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them
(Nine days old )

My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance
The funk, the funk, funky, funky stuff I bring

My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues
Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also and also and also by some foul brothers

The pease, the pease the pease porridge never failed
It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
But late but lately loonies actin' real bold
Can't sip in luxury, my apple cranberry

Girls watch and watch and watch I dance the big tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue
Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the mega mix

Yo, Miss Thing, yo Merissa, what's up?
You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?
Yo I was there and those De La kids was fightin'
Yo they was wildin', word man?

Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on
The dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
Them and said somethin' about hippies, then punks
And the chubby one, Plug Three?

Yeah, Plug Three, yeah I know him
All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him
Real quick, think he didn't when he did and then them
Other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other

Ones, the other ones? The Violators
The Violators, right, right, throwin' chairs and they didn't care
Who they was hittin', you think they wasn't?
Yeah, I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs
Things like that, you know

Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
Can I? Yes you can
Why do people think just because we speak peace
We can't blow no joints? I-I-I don't know

Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge
You know it keeps me peacefully, no?
Yeah but my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown

We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick

But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm
We kick, we kick, we kick a verse of unity
And shack and shackle steps to the beat, beat

I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons
And sip the porridge deep into my system
So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode
Inside the studio or on a road

The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step
It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep
To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag
It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow
Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled

Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoyin' pups
Throw on the Touchin' Fingers serenade
So we can throw our lemonade in their face and kick their little butts

And off and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Lovely to the ribcage, wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
(One at a time, touch together)

Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of formulate
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Combination but look at the hoodlum tryin' to escape
(One at a time, touch together)

Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Trying to escape but he, ah, just got his ass busted
(One at a time, touch together)

People wanna get ragged with the reruns
Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit

The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
But when but when we fly that head all the people say

Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge
'Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like
In my land, my people adore Porridge
And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent

And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire
And listen to our rituals and they are so violent
I don't understand, I don't understand

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot

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Native Land - Lyrics - Everything But The Girl

Title: Native Land
Artist: Everything But The Girl
Composer(s): Tracey Anne Thorn, Ben Watt

Lyric:
Stone the crows if you've done it again
If I've told you once, told you a thousand times
Sometimes I am so convinced
We're casting pearl amongst the swine

Don't ever let me hear you say
This is the life we folks must lead
We shun the limelight, shun the glare
And the circus built on a bigot's creed

Heaven is a place I've heard
But we haven't been there yet, I fear
We may have opened pearly gates
But sometimes hell stills steals in here

Don't ever let me hear you say
This is the life we folks must lead
Do you think silver turns our locks?
What gold do you think paves our streets?

You say we're in a different world now
Where money and love go hand in hand
But can't you see we share this town

So why should we fight on our native land?
Can't you see we share this town
So why on earth should we tear it down?

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You Will Be Waiting - Lyrics - Maybe You Should Drive - Barenaked Ladies

Title: You Will Be Waiting
Album: Maybe You Should Drive
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page

Lyric:
As we walk together through the autumn, nearing winter
Through the dying leaves and trees we call our home and native land
You say you don't believe a thing I say, I say you don't believe a thing
You say you can't believe how I don't understand

But I know, you will be waiting
Oh I know, you will be waiting
Oh I know, you will be waiting
Waiting there for me

You say you cannot live with me, you need your own identity
And now we air our laundry on national TV
And so you hate my arrogance, my smothering, and sitting on the fence
But I'm afraid of the hard permanence of letting you go free

But I know, you will be waiting
Oh I know, you will be waiting
Oh I know, you will be waiting
Waiting there for me

I'm so sick of fighting and that effigy you're lighting
Looks an awful lot like someone whose name I just can't quite place
And though you say it's not supposed to be me or an entity
Still through the flames and smoke I see, I recognize that face

But I know, you will be waiting
Oh I know, you will be waiting
Oh I know, you will be waiting
Waiting there for me

You were someone who would always tell me
Things I don't know, tell me where to go, there I'll always go
Always go there whether or not you're waiting
Well, I don't care if you'll be waiting

But, please say that you will be waiting there for me
Don't you ever leave me, don't leave

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Brooklyn - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Brooklyn
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Roy Ayers, John Frusciante, Harry Whitaker, Michael Balzary, Dante Beze, D Kennedy, Herb Magidson, G Young, Allie Wrubel, Chad Smith, Anthony Kiedis

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Lyric:
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey

'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
Best in the world and all USA
It's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
Place where I rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and young
I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function
Throw on my Izod, say a little something
When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin
How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin
Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my seed
I must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed
Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five
For as long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive
I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts
Nickname Bucktown 'cause we grown to outburst
Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back
Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back
Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the judge many years ago
Three billion strong and here we go

GOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM
Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)*repeated in background*
Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at
Unlike any place I ever been at
The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps
Have a mishap, push ya wig back
Where you go to get the fresh trim at
Four on the jake got the Timb rack
Blue collars metro carding it
Thugs mobbin it, form partnership
Increase armorment, street pharmacist
Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments
You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be something that they really want here
One year as a resident, deeper sentiment
Shoutout 'Go Brooklyn!', they representin it
Sittin on they front stoop sippin Guinesses
Usin native dialect in they sentences
From the treeline blocks to the tenaments
To the Mom and Pop local shop menaces
Travel all around the world in great distances
And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance
That's why we it The Planet
Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's uncalm
From ?sun? to the ? to the Lafayette Gardens
White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings
Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village
The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's Village
Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties
The cats out in Starite City gettin busy
To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy
Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy
My Flatbush posse, generals of armies
When it's time to form, just call me
And let this song be, playin loud in Long B
If you love Bucktown STRONGLY
RAISE IT UP

Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at
Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It's where you find the news tool crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at, summertime jame is at
They play Big and get you open like a sandal back
Hotter than candle wax, hustlin you can't relax
The crack babies tryin to find where they mama's at
It's off the handle black, wit big police scandals that
Turn into actions screenplays sold to Miramax
The type of place where they check your appearance at
And cats who know where all the high low gear is at
The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is that
Be blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back
The doorstep where the disposessed posted at
Dope fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin zovarax
You big ballin better keep your money folded back
'Cause once the young guns notice that it's over, black
Brooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for that
Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax
The place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at
Where one of the greatest MC's was a local cat

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Africa - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: Africa
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): John Oates

Lyric:
Uhh
Uhh

My baby went to Africa
With the dirty lens photographer
My baby land in jungle land
With a US body and a real light tan
(US body and a real light tan)

My baby went to Africa
My baby went to Africa

Sing
(Uhh)
Sing
(Uhh)

My baby went to Africa
With a make-up man and a love-sick lover
She get a couple o' grand and a two-piece suit
Let the folks back home see the native beauty
(Folks back home see the native beauty)

My baby went to Africa
My baby went to Africa, baby went to Africa
I packed my bags and gotta get to her
Before the lions and tigers try to jump on her bones

And the boys sing
(Uhh)
Africa, Africa
(Uhh)
And the girls sing
(Uhh, uhh)

My baby went to Africa
I packed my bags and I'll get to her
Before the lions and tigers try to jump on her bones

Sing
Baby went to Africa
(Africa, Africa)
Baby went to Africa
(Africa, Africa)
Baby went to Africa
(Lions and tigers try to jump on her bones)

Baby went to Africa, baby went to Africa, baby went to Africa
(Let the folks back home see the native beauty)
Baby went to Africa, baby went to Africa, baby went to Africa
(I'm on my way)
Baby went to Africa, baby went to Africa

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Marines - Lyrics - Sodom

Title: Marines
Artist: Sodom
Composer(s): Tom Such

Lyric:
Inclination for the rock 'n' roll war
Under the flag of peace and law
Your native country to set it free
In the air, on land and on the sea

For their honor and their golden crown
Swing the judgments glory hammer down
The patriot within their valiant heart
Keep 'em hungry for the liberty love

Hatred just a tool, the aggressors to control
Into the jungle's depth, into the desert storm
Caught between legions of hate
Caught beneath malefic eyes of fate

Seems that we are doomed to drown your hopes
Marching to the destiny, no attitudes to lie
Don't want to leave that battlefield without a sign
Engaged to the rifle by my side

Marines
They're fighting for you
Marines
They're dying for you
Marines
Keep your honor clean
Marines

You are the chosen one securing the world
Universal soldier to the bone
And for my brothers you'll get what you deserve
Down the bloody road to war

Marines
They're fighting for you
Marines
They're dying for you

Marines
Keep your honor clean
Marines
Out in the killin' fields
Marines

Marines
They're fighting for you
Marines
They're dying for you
Marines
Keep your honor clean
Marines

You hear the mine clicking under your feet
You know you have to go
You hear the trigger of a foreign gun
To bury all your hope

Ever pave the way for endless peace
Self-sacrificing 'til you have the world to leave
For the common people, honest generation
Just you can stop the human disintegration

Marines
They're fighting for you
Marines
They're dying for you

Marines
Keep your honor clean
Marines
Out in the killin' fields
Marines

Marines
Marines
Marines
Marines

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The Last Of The Diggers - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: The Last Of The Diggers
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst

Lyric:
Who will march for peace
Now that the last of the diggers has gone?
All those who were released
From Sulva Bay and from the Somme

The Mallee is whipped by sand
A great new silence blankets the land
We sure need the Stone Age
In the coming century

Who will feed the poor
Now that the Saint of the gutters is gone?
Who will hear the call?
You lately come or native born

For the touch of the Master's hand
The eye of the Master still watches the lamb
We sure need the Stone Age
In the coming century

The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers has won

Who gets sent to war?
Who'll lose a child to a foreign coast?
Who will leave our shore
And come home rattling like a ghost?

This country can be cruel
It'll leave you with scars that never heal
We sure need the Stone Age in the coming century
Still gonna need some Stone Age in the coming century

The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers
The last of the diggers has won

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Aeon - Lyrics - Atrocity

Title: Aeon
Artist: Atrocity
Composer(s): Christian Lukhaup, Thorsten Bauer, Alexander Krull, Mathias Roederer, Martin Schmidt

Lyric:
Aeon, aeon, aeon, aeon
Aeon, aeon, aeon, aeon

We seeked for a new life
We found places to stay
We came from Aztlan
A land far away

Over the ocean
Will we ever see
Our native country
Rising up the sea?

We are the survivors
Keeping the heritage
The fruits of sins
The wisdom of kings

Hear our calling
Aeon, aeon, aeon, aeon
Aeon, aeon, aeon, aeon

Longing for a new home
We found landscapes to stay
We came from Atlanton
An island far away

Bringing mystic culture
All around the globe
People from the old world
Escaping from the flood

We are the survivors
Keeping the heritage
The fruits of sins
The wisdom of kings

Forever calling
Aeon,

We built up a world of wonder
We built it stone by stone
It will remain forever
Even if we are gone

Hear our call
Aeon, aeon, aeon, aeon
Hear our call
Aeon, aeon, aeon, aeon

We are the survivors
Keeping the heritage
The fruits of sins
The wisdom of kings

Hear our calling
Forever calling

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A Fury Divine - Lyrics - The Crusher - Amon Amarth

Title: A Fury Divine
Album: The Crusher
Artist: Amon Amarth
Composer(s): Andersson Fredrick Johan Hans Hegg, Lundstrom Ted Olavi Petteri Mikkonen, Soderberg Joha

Lyric:
Death is drawing near
I know it's true but have no fear
I know I cannot escape my fate

Turns it's deadly wheel
Judgment day is closing in but still I can't feel
Remorse is for the weak
I stand silent while they speak, their accusations are all

Lies spread by preaching men
I'm on trial for being who I am
And praising the Gods of my native land

I will stand firm, I refuse to kneel
The fury in me is divine
My dark grave awaits, my fate is revealed
But I'm not afraid to die

I will stand firm, I refuse to kneel
The fury in me is divine
My dark grave awaits, my fate is revealed
But I'm not afraid to die

Death, the day to die is here
The sun rides high on the northern sphere
And the executioner sharpens his axe

Shines in the sun
I smile when they tie me down
And hear the sound of the falling blade

Death, sweet death
Relieve me from this world
Death, sweet death
Relieve me, relieve

So death finally came to him
The pagan man could not be turned
He faced death with a grin
Now his head rests in the dust

The proud man stood firm, he refused to kneel
The fury in him was divine
Now he is dead, his fate has been sealed
He's brought to golden hall up high

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1 2 Many - Lyrics - Common

Title: 1 2 Many
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One tigga one, one two, one two
Dug Inf on production, my man
Com for the discussion, check it

One day, I was tryin' to be myself
The same day this thug say, "You gotta come hard"
Nigga, times is hard, I'm tryin' hard to make it
It ain't hard to tell, it's hard for me to fake it

Plus, it's hard to be me, it's hard to stop drinkin'
I guess it's hard for you hard niggaz to start thinkin'
Pussy MCs stinkin' so I can't get hard
Some, become MCs 'cause it's hard to get a job

Hard for you to trust people, you don't trust in God
Even harder to be the Gods we created to be
This Western way of life ain't native to me
Put one nigga in your Pulp Fiction that related to me

I hate it that we, the only race that call our women hoes
Niggaz, be too hard to say, "Ho" at the shows
I rose like a florist to bring the flavor like a Taurus
Might not have the murderous verse, but I stay hard to the chorus

Took this girl to work, she say I ain't have a real job
Like that dick you had last night, baby, I work real hard
Simple motherfuckers tellin' me hard is criminal

Niggaz you thought was hard, you pourin' out your liquor for
Years ago, I thought I was hard, in high school fightin'
Now, I'm the hardest man working in show business
Handle your business or shut the fuck up

It's just one two many niggaz got cars and no land
One two many niggaz with cash and no plan
One two many niggaz that's tryin' to MC
That's one two many niggaz comin' up to me

That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
One, two

Forever, I ain't gon' be rappin'
Shit'll happen to me, I gotta let niggaz know
This mark asked me do I know his cousin Jimbo
Nigga, I don't even know myself

You want me to get you in
Jack, I'm trying to get through the do' myself
Opportunity knocked, but he ain't call 'fore he came
Yeah, I got a name, but only twenty dollars to it

Next album you gon' blow, up my ass, you done blew it before
Being in my video, what's that gonna do for your life?
Get you some pussy? You should be gettin rump off GP
Quit that you look like you say I seen you on TV

I be readin' niggaz but readin' be makin' me sleepy
(Hey)
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Runnin'
Niggaz stuck on one and them-a ran by
Claimin' they fly but they stand by

I come truer than a dream, and youse a damn lie
With that anti-rap, complainin' about this and about that
Sounding bitch like, that ain't gonna make a nigga get right
I'm number one

One two many niggaz tryin' to tell me bout they theory
One two many niggaz that ain't tryin' to hear me
One two many niggaz doin' shows that don't happen
One two many niggaz life depend on rappin'

That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
One, two

One two many niggaz can't find they niche
One two many niggaz wanna be my bitch

Nigga, one two many niggaz
Nigga, one two many niggaz
Nigga, one two many niggaz
...

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Maya - Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Title: Maya
Artist: Incredible String Band
Composer(s): Robin Williamson

Lyric:
Dust of the rivers does murmur and weep
Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone
Ah, but every face within your face does show
Going gladly now to give himself his own

And twelve yellow willows shall fellow the shallows
Small waves and thunder be my pillow
Upon the gleaming water two swans that swim
And every place shall be my native home

The east gate like a fortress dissolve it away
The west gate like a prison, oh, come break it down
Island, I remember, living here
Wandering beneath the empty skies

In time her hair grew long and swept the ground
And seven blackbirds carried it out behind
It bore the holy imprint of her mind
As greenfoot slow, she moved among the seasons

The great man, the great man
Historians his memory
Artists, his senses, thinkers, his brain
Labourers, his growth, explorers, his limbs

And soldiers his death each second
And mystics his rebirth each second
Businessmen, his nervous system
No-hustle men his stomach

Astrologers, his balance, lovers, his loins
His skin it is all patchy
But soon will reach one glowing hue

God is his soul, infinity, his goal
The mystery, his source
And civilisation, he leaves behind
Opinions are his fingernails

Maya, Maya, all this world is but a play
Be thou the joyful player
Maya, Maya, all this world is but a play
Be thou the joyful player

The wanderer no sense does make
His eyes being tied in the true love's knot
The trees perceive his soul
Do not detain him long

Dear little animal, dark-eyed and small
Caring for your fur with pointed paws
This hawk of truth is swift and flies with a still cry
A small sweet meat to the eyes of night

Oh, dandelion be thou thine
Reflecting the sun in sexual glory
In ever changing tongues
The ever changing story

The book, man, bird, woman, serpent, sea, sun
Blessed, oh, blessed are they of the air
Your eyes, they are the eyes of the glad land
Ye twelve that will enter the seasons

The great ship, the ship of the world, long time sailing
Mariners, mariners, gather your skills
The great ship, the ship of the world, long time sailing
Mariners, mariners, gather your skills

Jesus and Hitler and Richard, the lion heart
Three kings and Moses and Queen Cleopatra
The Cobbler, the maiden, the mender and the maker
The sickener and the twitcher and the glad undertaker

The shepherd of willows
The harper and the archer
All sat down in one boat together
Troubled voyage in calm weather

Maya, Maya, all this world is but a play
Be thou the joyful player
Maya, Maya, all this world is but a play

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Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3 - Lyrics - Blackalicious

Title: Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Vincent Segal, Tom William Shimura, Saul Stacey Williams

Lyric:
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
The residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate

Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just might (?) ya'll
With the white motive, motivation

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith

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