I Am The Highway - Lyrics - Audioslave - Audioslave

Title: I Am The Highway
Album: Audioslave
Artist: Audioslave
Composer(s): Timothy Commerford, Chris Cornell, Tom Morello, Brad Wilk

Lyric:
Pearls and swine, bereft of me
Long and weary, my road has been
I was lost in the cities alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel, yeah

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

Friends and liars, don't wait for me
'Cause I'll get on all by myself
I put millions of miles under my heels
And still too close to you I feel, yeah

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night, the night

And I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

But I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night, the night

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

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Loving The Highway Man - Lyrics - Linda Ronstadt

Title: Loving The Highway Man
Artist: Linda Ronstadt
Composer(s): Andrew Joseph Prieboy

Lyric:
The wind is a warning
These fields turn to sand
My family will not answer me now

Damned, damned, damned, I am
Loving the highway man
Damned, damned, damned, I am
Loving the highway man

Damned, damned, damned, I am
Loving the highway man

Don't say where this ring came from
From whose shaking hand
Don't say who lies bleeding for me

Damned, damned, damned, I am
Loving the highway man
Damned, damned, damned, I am
Loving the highway man
Loving the highway man

There's a hole in the ceiling
There's no pleasure in my gain
My heart is in prison

Damned, damned, damned, I am
Loving the highway man
Damned, damned, damned, I am
Loving the highway man
Loving the highway man

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Lost Unto This World - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Lost Unto This World
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Daniel Lanois, Emmylou Harris

Lyric:
Hmm ohh ohh
Hmm hmm hmm ohh

I was once some mother's darlin'
Some daddy's little girl
More a precious than the ruby
More cherished than the pearl
My heart was full of mercy
And my forehead full of curl
Now I am nothing and I'm lost unto this world

I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world

They herded me like cattle
Cut me down like corn
Took me from my babies
Before they could be born

You can blame it on the famine
You can blame it on the war
You can blame it on the Devil
It don't matter anymore

I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world

I was tortured in the desert
I was raped out on the plane
I was murdered by the highway
And my cries went up in vain

My blood is on the mountain
My blood is on the sand
My blood runs in the rivers
That now washes through their hands

I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world

Oh can I get no witness
This unholy tale to tell?
Was God the only one there watching
And weeping as I fell?

Umm hmm umm hmm
Umm hmm umm hmm
Umm hmm umm hmm
Umm hmm umm hmm

Ohh you among the living
Will you remember me at all?
Will you write my name out
With a single finger scrawl?

Across a broken window
In some long forgotten wall
That goes stretching out forever
Where the tears of Heaven fall

I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world

I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world

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I Am A Town - Lyrics - Come on Come On - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Title: I Am A Town
Album: Come on Come On
Artist: Mary Chapin Carpenter
Composer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter

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Lyric:
I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a ride
For a phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side
I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five
I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind

I am peaches in September, and corn from a roadside stall
I'm the language of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl
I'm the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade
Where the boys have left their beer cans I am weeds between the graves

My porches sag and lean with old black men and children
Their sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfill them
I am a town

I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age
I am not your destination I am clinging to my ways I am a town

I'm a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields
I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels
I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and 'Southern Serves the South'
I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign, on the rural route
I am a town, I am a town, I am a town, southbound

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I Dream A Highway - Lyrics - Gillian Welch

Title: I Dream A Highway
Artist: Gillian Welch
Composer(s): Gillian Welch, David Rawlings

Lyric:
Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come and rest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

John, he's kicking out the footlights
The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band
Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand
I dream a highway back to you

I think I'll move down into Memphis
And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue
I lie and wait until the wagons come
And dream a highway back to you

The getaway kickin' up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones
I dream a highway back to you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come arrest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds?
Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram
I send a letter, don't know who I am
I dream a highway back to you

I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now, I'm gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you

I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds
Fire riding, wheeling when I lead 'em up
Drank whiskey with my water, sugar in my tea
My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags
I dream a highway back to you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

Now, give me some of what you're having
I'll take you as a viper into my head
A knife into my bed, arsenic when I'm fed
I dream a highway back to you

Hang overhead from all directions
Radiation from the porcelain light
Blind and blistered by the morning white
I dream a highway back to you

Sunday morning at the Diner
Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears
I watched the waitress for a thousand years
Saw a wheel inside a wheel, heard a call within a call
I dreamed a highway back to, you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

Step into the light, poor Lazarus
Don't lie alone behind the window shade
Let me see the mark death made
I dream a highway back to you
I dream a highway back to you

What will sustain us through the winter?
Where did last years lessons go?
Walk me out into the rain and snow
I dream a highway back to you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you
I dream a highway back to you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you

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Change - Lyrics - Darkhorse - Crazytown

Title: Change
Album: Darkhorse
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Thomas Abate, Seth Binzer, Craig Heilman, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Anthony Valli

Lyric:
Now in these cynical times are stereotypical minds
Got me falling from my pinnacle the minute I climb
Now these subliminal thoughts got individuals blind
I'm trying to look beyond the lies just to see what I'll find
I'm like a fly way in a cave another hour in the maze
I'll cover to the power, my criminal ways
The sun is shining but I'm catching minimal rays
It's time for me to bloom out of this childish phase
My life is like a battle that I'll probably never win
'Cause I keep thinking big and risking everything
Life's a challenge and I wonder if I'll ever find the balance
Mixed emotions and confusion topped off with many talents

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

My fingers pointing in the mirror I'm the one now
I see my shadow in the sun dial
Am I really out to change put my freedom in a cage
Slow down, man I got a son now
It's nothing new they all said it, and I knew it
But I had to go through it myself, I'm hard headed
But that's the only way that I learn
Get caught in the fire there's no escaping the burn, and it burns
Change this, change that, change is full of lies
I remain the same, can't wear a good disguise
Living life looking through my third blind crooked eye
So if I change I'd be changing for the worst wouldn't I?

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

I wanna run but if I run I'm only running from myself
Would it be easier if I was someone else?
I'm like a child playing with matches that's never been burned
Relearning all the lessons that I've already learned
On a highway to a destination I've earned
So many exits but I never bothered to turn
I'm like a piece of shard glass, laying on the frame
Of a window that was broken by the bricks of pain
Sometimes I feel just like the Devil's guinea pig
He's watching me just to see how deep I can dig
I admit, I'm fucked up and got a lot to learn
So I'm dancing in the ashes of the bridges I burn

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Will I
Will I ever change
Can I
Can I ever change
Will I
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Will I
Will I ever change
Can I
Can I ever change
Will I
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

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What Am I Doing Wrong - Lyrics - Sell Sell Sell - David Gray

Title: What Am I Doing Wrong
Album: Sell Sell Sell
Artist: David Gray
Composer(s): David Gray

Lyric:
Ghost on the highway
Bird with metal wings
Ghost on the highway
Bird with metal wings

Crowd all around me
I just don't hear a thing
Ghost on the highway
Bird with metal wings

What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing tell me?

You don't telephone
You don't telephone
You don't telephone
You don't telephone me

Stand in the doorway
There in yellow light
Down in the doorway
Bathed in morning light

Saw you before me
I thought maybe it might
Down in the doorway
Under yellow light

What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing tell me?

You don't telephone
You don't telephone
You won't telephone
You won't telephone me

You never spoke a word but its over
I saw the way you turned your head
You never spoke a word
But its understood

What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing tell me?

She don't telephone
She don't telephone
She don't telephone
She don't telephone me

What am I doing wrong
Where? What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong
Well, what am I doing tell me?

I'm sitting here late at night
Sitting here late at night
Sitting here late at night
My heart is aching
Heard it all before

What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing tell me?

Well, well, well, well, what am I doing wrong
Doing wrong, doing wrong, doing wrong?

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I Got A Name - Lyrics - Down The Highway - Jim Croce

Title: I Got A Name
Album: Down The Highway
Artist: Jim Croce
Composer(s): Norman Gimbel, Charles Fox

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Lyric:
Like the pine trees linin' the windin' road
I've got a name, I've got a name
Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad
I've got a name, I've got a name

And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm livin' the dream that he kept hid

Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky
I've got a song, I've got a song
Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry
I've got a song, I've got a song

And I carry it with me and I sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud

Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

And I'm gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream, I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream, I've got a dream

Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to
If you're going my way, I'll go with you

Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

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Tombstone Blues - Lyrics - Highway 61 Revisited - Bob Dylan

Title: Tombstone Blues
Album: Highway 61 Revisited
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
The Jezebel the nun, she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He is lookin' for food
I am in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the Penny Arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"

And now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"

Mama's in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He is lookin' for food
I am in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"

Mama's in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He is lookin' for food
I am in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle

Mama's in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He is lookin' for food
I am in trouble
With the tombstone blues

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B DeMille
He could die happily ever after

Mama's in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He is lookin' for food
I am in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He is lookin' for food
I am in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

All right

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Drunk By Myself - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Drunk By Myself
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Al West, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uhh, uhh, Where am I going?
Where am I? Where the hell am I? Yo, it's ill

Yo my wife's tired of fuckin' me life tries duckin' me
Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
Mack in my right arm, tequila bottle in my left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go, can't do myself in

Wolves in the night yo, hells men two revolvers I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My cris, two well
Twisted blunts and inner conscience telling me that I ain't shit

No matter how much cash I sit with still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness
My precious, baby, girl, came like forty nights of rain
To replenish my adolescent brain
Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain

I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live, hope God'll forgive
As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is

To maintain, bitches playin' games
Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names
But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed

I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash
Lights in my rear view, if they stop me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead, yo nigga watch me

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anythin' in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself

Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
Been in the shoes of a wolf in a night when he hunts
For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
Can't tell these niggas nothin' though

Bullets wak'em up well, take 'em to hell
Stick up niggas once ran up on me
My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me
I ain't your mark homey

It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes
Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze blurry vision
Think about the time in my life before I was on television

Hello women, jealous niggas up in my vision
Since we all hood niggas expect kilos
For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
Windows up blastin' AC going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm like this, the bottle's my accomplice

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself

The reason that I want to be alone
Tired of all the things that went wrong
That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
Take another swig, the more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts

Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
Not knowin' who to trust, rumors about niggas comin' through
Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowin' what was true
Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately

Choosin' a Henny bottle over a friend
Drivin' again to keep my mind off that weak shit
There's love through it all, things to live for
I swerve, almost crash into a wall

Think about the good, find myself laughin'
Turn the cell off, no way to be reached
Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets
Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired

When I'm drunk by myself, gun under the seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself all alone in the zone, drunk by myself

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Whargoul - Lyrics - Ragnarok - Gwar

Title: Whargoul
Album: Ragnarok
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): David Brockie, Michael Derks, Peter Lee, Casey Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts

Lyric:
I'm the fucking Whargoul
I'm the ghost of Minas Morgul
I destroyed your life, I raped your wife
I am Whargoul, I am uncool, I am Whargoul

I've been many faces, been many names
Known love and hate until they were the same
I bring ruin, I am Whargoul, am I human?

They think that they know what I know
They think they know what's best
I think that's why they killed me
That's why I joined the SS

In revenge for Malmedy
They used a blow torch on me
Nice try, Whargoul cannot die
[Incomprehensible] could not die

You blow off my arm, I laugh at the pain
And after the battle I feast on the slain
Seeking my creator, taking from the strong
Yes, you see I need your strength, so I can kill the wrong

Seeking my creator
Taking from the weak
Yes, you see I need you
So I can snuff the meek

Savor the silence
(Whargoul)
Savor the silence
(Whargoul)
Savor the silence
(Whargoul)
Addicted to violence

Savor the silence
(Whargoul)
Savor the silence again
(Whargoul)
Savor the silence
(Whargoul)
Savor the silence again
(Whargoul)

Savor the silence
(Whargoul)
Savor the silence
(Whargoul)
Savor the silence
(Whargoul)
Addicted to violence

They used a bulldozer
To run my ass over
Arms to the sky
40,000 died, but I survived

I don't care what flag that I choose
I don't care if I win or lose
I don't care if you have to die
Just fight without a side, never say die

Stalingrad 42, became a living tomb
Yes, human souls
Profit for the prophet
And the creatures who control

46, I got away
From the horrid thing that I did at Malmedy
And though I gained strength at the time
Still they call for vengeance for the hatred of my crime

Then I tried to drink myself to death
40 years went by and drunken I was left
And drunk I was when they caught me
Gagged and bagged was right where they got me

Taped to a chair feeling sore
Knowing all the answers to the question I ignore
They burned off my face with a propane torch
Then they blew up my porch

Then I fought against the U.S.A.
Trapped in a trench till the bulldozers came
Changed sides and flew the bloody warthog
Highway of death and the day of the dog

Once again, I died alive
Sent home in a box but somehow I survived
Maybe you've got my face
I'm the demon of war

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On The Wings Of An Eagle - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: On The Wings Of An Eagle
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Deutschendorf

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Lyric:
Oh, my home is in the mountains
I am free, I am free
I am one with wind and eagles
I am free
Given wings to sail in gracefulness
The sky, the sky
Given voice to sing in breathlessness
I find that I can fly
(Fly away)

I been a long time on the highway
I been a long time one the run
And it gets to be like chaos
When I'm so long away from home
And sometimes it's just too much to bare
And I hide behind my eyes
I can picture friendly faces
And I can dream of friendly skies

And I guess that I'm the lucky one
For the truth of what I know
For my heart has not denied me
And I have somewhere to go
I shall never be a prisoner
Trix steel and glass and stone
If I leave I will return again
To my rocky mountain home

Oh, my home is in the mountains
I am free, I am free
I am one with wind and eagle
I am free
Given wing to sail in gracefulness
The sky, the sky
Given voice to sing in breathlessness
I find that I can fly, fly away

In the hands of my father
In the light of the sunshine
On the wings of an eagle
I'm flying again
(I'm flying again)
I'm flying again
(I'm flying again)
I'm flying again
(I'm flying again)
I'm flying again

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There Only Was One Choice - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: There Only Was One Choice
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself giggling
He forces up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his bike

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
This boy is staying acoustic

There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
America gone plastic

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so they just got to it

With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way down there
The real ones learn it somewhere

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps
As you're kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs
When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

First your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

When I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
I've got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar

And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded questions
"Why does winter come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my poetry
And your past, my most potent glory
Your promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my nightmare
And your problems fill my present
Are we both going somewhere?

Step right up young lady
Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortise smile
With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the only language
That your deaf old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream?

Oh B U Y Centennial
Sell 'em pre-canned laughter
America Perennial
Sing happy ever after

There's a dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New York Times
That was on the stands today
It said that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no more empty promises
There'll be no more wasted passions
To clutter up our play

It really was a good sign
The words went on to say
It shows that we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy ways
And I told myself this is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about that

Harry, are you really so naive?
You can honestly believe
That the country's getting better
When all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you really be surprised?
When it's there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that carves her
You live the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see
When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind
My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest doubt
The answer is a question that I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before
With every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead

And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did

Dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

The dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Come on
Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow

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Traveling Again - Lyrics - Dar Williams

Title: Traveling Again
Artist: Dar Williams
Composer(s): Dar Williams

Lyric:
Have I got everything? Am I ready to go?
Is it going to be wild, is it gonna be the best time?
Or am I just saying so? Am I ready to go?
What do I hear when I say I hear the call of the road?

I think it started with driving
More speed, more deals, more sky, more wheels
More things to leave behind, now it?s all in a day for the modern mind
And I am traveling again
Calling this a ghost town and where is the heartland?
And I?m afraid, oh, was there any good reason that I had to go?
When all I know is I can never come back

Traveling, I made a friend, he had a trouble in his head
And all he could say?s that he knew that the bottle
Drank the woman from his bed, from his bed
He said, "I?m not gonna lose that way again"

But sober is just like driving
More joy, more dread, someone turns her head and smiles and disappears
He?s gotta take it like it is and it goes too fast
And he is just like me, caught in-between, no sage advisor
Does weary mean wiser?
And someday will I sing the mountains that carried me away
Away from home and hometown boys like you

Yeah, but what about us? Was it really that bad?
Oh it?s hard to believe I want a highway roadstop
More than all the times we had on little dirt roads
What am I reaching for, that?s better than a hand to hold?

It really was about driving
Not fame, not wealth, not driving away from myself
It?s just myself drove away from me
And now I gotta get it back and it goes so fast
So I am traveling again

Sitting at the all-nite, picking up a pen
And I?m afraid, oh, was there any good reason
That I had to go, when all I know is I am all alone again
And you are the ghost town, and I am the heartland
And I can say, oh, that?s a very good reason
That I had to go but now all I know is I can never come back, yeah yeah
And I will never go back

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Chickenman - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: Chickenman
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray

Lyric:
I am an only child
Born of the wild
Riddled to spend my time
Defending my land
You are the only one
Born in the sun
Riddled to spend your time
Defending my plan

Dead dog on the highway
Median cats are growling at me
I turn my lights on brighter
I'm counting through the night ride

And it's one more life
(For the taker)
Chickenman, chickenman
One more song
(For the maker)
Chickenman, chickenman

On the road to Athens
I saw a dead deer on the highway
I slipped into a desert
Five prairie dogs and a rabbit

I was running down on Queen Street
I saw a woman on the sidewalk
(Danger danger)
She was beaten by a stranger
(Danger danger danger danger)
Danger danger danger

And it's one more life
(For the taker)
Chickenman, chickenman
Chickenman hold my hand
One more song
(For the maker)
Hold my hand
Chickenman

I was on the road to Austin
Met a man on the highway
He sold me junk and conversation
He was wise and dirty from the weather

I said, "Darkness into darkness
All the carnage of my journeys
Makes it harder to be living"
He said, "It's a long road to be forgiven"

It's one more life
(For the taker)
Chickenman, chickenman
Chickenman hold my had
One more song
(For the maker)
Chickenman, chickenman
Chickenman hold my hand

I am an only child
Born of the wild
Riddled to spend my time
Defending my land
You are the only one
Born in the sun
Riddled to spend your time
Defending my plan

I went looking for a car
Found myself beneath the stars
I went looking for a girl
Found a man and his world
Chickenman, chickenman
(I went looking for a car)
Chickenman hold my hand
(Found myself beneath the stars)
Chickenman, chickenman
(I went looking for a girl)
Chickenman hold my hand
(Found a man and his world)

I am an only child
(Chickenman, chickenman)
(Chickenman hold my hand)
Hold my hand
(Chickenman, chickenman)
(Chickenman hold my hand)
I am an only child
(Chickenman, chickenman)
(Chickenman hold my hand)
Hold my hand
(Chickenman, chickenman)
(Chickenman hold my hand)
Chickenman chickenman
Chickenman hold my hand
Chickenman chickenman
Chickenman hold my hand
Chickenman chickenman
Chickenman hold my hand
Chickenman chickenman
Chickenman hold my hand

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Wreck On The Highway - Lyrics - Roy Acuff

Title: Wreck On The Highway
Artist: Roy Acuff
Composer(s): Dorsey M Dixon

Lyric:
Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it who fell by the way?
When whiskey and blood run together
Did you hear anyone pray?

I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But I didn't hear nobody pray

When I heard the crash on the highway
I knew what it was from the start
I went to the scene of destruction
And a picture was stamped on my heart

There was whiskey and blood all together
Mixed with glass where they lay
Death played her hand in destruction
But I didn't hear nobody pray

I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But I didn't hear nobody pray

I wish I could change this sad story
That I am now telling you
But there is no way I can change it
For somebody's life is now through

Their soul has been called by the Master
They died in a crash on the way
And I heard the groans of the dying
But I didn't hear nobody pray

I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But I didn't hear nobody pray

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Highway 49 - Lyrics - Cover To Cover - Jeff Healey Band

Title: Highway 49
Album: Cover To Cover
Artist: Jeff Healey Band
Composer(s): Big Joe Williams

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Lyric:
Well, I'm gonna get up in the morning
Hit the highway 49
I'm gonna get up in the morning
Hit the highway 49

I've been looking for my woman
Lord, don't think she can't be found
Melvina my woman
She out on the highway 49

Melvina my woman
She out on the highway 49
I'm gonna get up in the morning
Roll on down the line

I believe, I believe, I believe I'll dust my bed
I believe, I believe, I believe I'll dust my bed

Out on the highway 49
I have walked till I am dead
I got the blues this morning
Rollin' into Jackson town

I got the blues this morning
I'm rollin' into Jackson town
I've been looking for my baby
Lord, don't think the girl can't be found

Long tall momma, She don't pay me no mind
Yeah, long tall momma, She don't pay me no mind
All she wanna do
Walk the highway 49

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Jesus Of Suburbia - Lyrics - American Idiot - Green Day

Title: Jesus Of Suburbia
Album: American Idiot
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
I'm the son of rage and love the Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell at least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the moms and brats are away

To fall in love, we fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie

It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead at the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much but it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead at the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave

We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of Suburbia

Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
I don't believe in me

I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away, to fight what you believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist

So I run, I run away to the lights of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walk this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere we can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Ah you're leaving home

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Jesus Of Suburbia (Full Length) - Lyrics - Green Day

Title: Jesus Of Suburbia (Full Length)
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
The Bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of

Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fixed, sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the moms and dads are away

To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
Well this is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

At the center of the Earth in the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught, the motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is but what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures at the shopping mall
And so it seemed to compare

It didn't say much but it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care, hey

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave

We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe and it don't believe in me
Land of make believe and it don't believe
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what to believe

And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So I run, I run away
The light of masochist

And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving, you're leaving
You're leaving, ah you're leaving home

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