I Will See You In Far Off Places - Lyrics - Ringleader Of The Tormentors - Morrissey

Title: I Will See You In Far Off Places
Album: Ringleader Of The Tormentors
Artist: Morrissey
Composer(s): Steven Morrissey, Alain Gordon Whyte

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Lyric:
Nobody knows what human life is
Why we come, why we go so why then do I know
I will see you
I will see you in far off places?

The heart knows why I grieve
And, yes, one day I will close my eyes forever
But I will see you
I will see you in far off places

It's so easy for us to sit together
But it's so hard for our hearts to combine
And why? And why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Destiny for some is to save lives
But destiny for some is to end lives
But there is no end
And I will see you in far off places

If your God bestows protection upon you
And if the USA doesn't bomb you
I believe, I will see you somewhere safe
Looking to the camera, messing around and pulling faces

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Cross Bronx Expressway - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Cross Bronx Expressway
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): John Davis, Peter Pankey, Malik Izaak Taylor, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Christopher Rios, Harold Wheeler, Sean T. Hamilton, Weldon Johnat Irvine Jr., David Anthony Willis

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, one more time, seventies shit, got the lean
Shit is leaning, it's to the left, it's just leaning, dribbling
Like, like he gave it a bag of dugy or a bag of that Tango and Cash
It's just leaning and shit, seventies, the Lord Tariq

Aiyyo, I been through many places, done many things
Seen the eyes of many faces from New York to Texas
To the faces on Rolexes, not a racist or sexist
And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz

Nothing less than a Lexus, bubble eye with V-V-S's
Trouble minds and troubled times, stacks, I'm trying to double mine
I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines
Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times

And we searching for this nigga to try, I'm bubbling mine
If we don't get him now then we will in due time
I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes
I get caught then my mind's defending my son's rhymes

'Cause my thoughts stay running like thugs from one-time
I've been through it under the influence, busting off I'm running into it
See me say he didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and blew it
'Cause some times I lose it, give me a gun and I'll abuse it

Puffing with my family, my bitch, my money or my music
Making killas say he's too sick when he do shit
But I'm on some new shit and it's too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new bitch and the shit do kick, word

I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale
Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy

I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randall
Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson

Play rap loud, politicking business
Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile
My last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now
But still could blaow any nigga acting irate now

Fucking with me's worse than ducking police
After puffing some trees I'll probably be abducting your niece
Murdering beats since the days of permanent crease
Been around the block seen grams converted to keys

Aah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine
My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita
Terror Squad'll die for the cause
Even if it means blowing up things and taking over City Hall

My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores
If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law
Can?t take it no more, niggas is fake to the core
My state pen friends'll leave you broken negative ore

Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest
Real Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit
Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit
That's why mothafuckas gotta die like this

I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town with a brick in my hand
Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, Washington
Patterson, Courtland

I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town with a brick in my hand
Brook Ave., Cyprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.
Trinity, Creston, Walton

I had a dream that a team had a scheme keeping the beam
On my head like a infrared he's dead but I redeem
Now, I'm back nigga, it's on nigga
Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga

Gunz motherfuckers ain't really knowing I'm really going
And feeling I'm showing that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses
Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases
So fierce bitches they be calling me Exorcist

Far from the devil, I'm God I mean I'm Gunz
And I shine like sun, rhyme like none, find my gun
Got beef with this nigga with hits and shit
Chips and shit, run around here switching shit

Telling people don't play that, you gotta play this
Telling school you ain't saying that, you gotta say this
You can't wear that, you gotta wear this
Well, hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless

The only thing between us if you stop my cream
Is a glock nineteen and I'ma pop like steam
Trying to stop me and mine from eating you need a doctor
With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leaking

And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken
And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reaching
There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth
That's me, that's it, burying shit, right in the earth

I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
174th, Vyse Ave, Bryant, Longfellow, Hoe Ave.
Crotona Park, Boston Road, Prospect

I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
Lambert, Tremont, Concousre, Jerome Ave.
3rd Ave, Ogden, Webster, Simpson

Yo, we the Bronx avengers
Partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster niggas in your dreams
That be stomping ya senseless
So be conscientious, if you march
Against us I'ma call my gentas

And you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences
We large placentas and you small change
Hitting niggas long range, wrong gauge
Leaving niggas John Blaze, crime pays if you nice with yours

The Bronx is where you fight for yours
Ice your cross, slice cigars, light cigars
All day, wyling, freestyling in the hallways
Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off of Colgate

This ain't the old days shorties was busting, ain't no fucking joking
Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open
My brothers holding me down with heavy artillery
Chevies and Willies be chilling in front of every facility

Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest
You could save the best for us
But you still better place your bets on us
The Bronx baby, where the best get blown

My resting zone, come on nigga test your throne
I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home
I don't aim for the chest bitch
Strictly necks and domes

I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens
Running up in your spot with a mack in my hand
Pure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession
Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side

I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh, three of my mens
Running up in your spot with a mack in my hand
ATL, LA, Chicago, Detroit
DC, Carolinas, Boston, NY

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Indian Head Penny - Lyrics - Billy Dean

Title: Indian Head Penny
Artist: Billy Dean
Composer(s): Guy Charles Clark, Verlon Thompson

Lyric:
I rolled off the Frisco mint in 1909
The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine
When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid
Making change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I did

I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string
Wound up on a railroad track waiting for a train
Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine
Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times

Round and round a penny goes
Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been

I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then
He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land
I was good luck to a soldier back in WWII
He lost me in a poker game the day the war was through

I got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 Chevrolet
Spare change in the sixties, getting worthless every day
Not it's piggy banks and gum machines
And occasional wishing wells, or laying on a bar room floor

As far and wide
So both of us can dare
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have to share

A chance to sail among the stars
That few will ever see
To feel the deepest missing you
That most think cannot be

A heart that beats for only one
And loves you fast and true
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have for you

These things I have to give to you
Their value isn't much
Just things that you can barely see
And rarely ever touch

A hand to hold when we're alone
And no one seems to care
A gentle touch to reassure
And tell you I'm still there

To try my best to reminisce
Our dreams that all come true
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have for you
My promise I will love and bide
This I give to you

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Arthur Mcbride - Lyrics - Good As I Been To You - Bob Dylan

Title: Arthur Mcbride
Album: Good As I Been To You
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Traditional Bob (Arr) Dylan

Lyric:
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin' down by the seaside
Now Mark, what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'

Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little Wee drummer intending to camp
For day bein' pleasant and charmin'

"Good morning, good morning," the Sergeant, he cried
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'

"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten Guineas in gold, I'll stick to your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the kings health in the morning

"For a soldier, he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And he always lives, pleasant and charmin'

And a soldier, he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing, he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning"

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose
But you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning

And although that were single and free
We take great delight in our own company
We have no desire, strange places to see
Although that your offers are charming

"And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers, we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to france
Where we would get shot without warning"

"Oh no," says the Sergeant. "I'll have no such chat
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning"

And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs
And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty Shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning

And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them up, devils" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the mornin'"

And the little Wee drummer, we flattened his bow
And we made a football of his rowdy dow dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning

And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning

And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the mornin'

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin' down by the seaside
Now Mark, what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'

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Right Direction - Lyrics - EV3 - En Vogue

Title: Right Direction
Album: EV3
Artist: En Vogue
Composer(s): Chris Bolden, J.B. Eckl

Lyric:
Standin' on this dusty road
Listenin' to my radio
If you could see me, I know you'd swear
I'm a thousand miles from anywhere

Well, it may seem stone insane to you, baby
But I guess it's just what I gotta do
Just to get myself to where you are
Don't you know I traveled many times as far?

Well, I hope I'm headed in the right direction
Got no time for makin' wrong decisions
What could give me such a sense of mission?
Only love, could've brought me here
In the right direction

Well, it takes a strong and a mighty wind
To send me all places I've been
It takes more than one or tells the tale, baby
Searchin' for some Holy Grail

And I, hope I'm headed in the right direction
Got no time for makin' wrong decisions
What could give me such a sense of mission?
Only love, could've brought me here

Everybody knows that love will make you crazy
Make you play the fool it's so intoxicating
So don't you be surprised if one lazy afternoon
I come knockin' on your door, baby
'Cause you know I'm hot on you

Well, I may not pass this way again
And if I do, I don't know when
But it seems to me, unless I'm wrong, baby
Our paths will cross before too long

Well, I hope I'm headed in the right direction
Got no time for makin' wrong decisions
What could give me such a sense of mission?
Only love, should've brought me here

Hope I'm headed in the right direction
Got no time for makin' wrong decisions
What could give me such a sense of mission?
Only love, could've brought me here

Hope I'm headed in the right direction
Got no time for makin' wrong decisions
What could give me such a sense of mission?
Only love, only love can set me off in the right direction

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Bluebird - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Bluebird
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
The streets, the signs are pointin' all one way
But you don't realize just what they say
You may fight, you may run, you may know what you've done

It makes me feel so sad
To think what I might've had

I watch the stars, I watch the sun
Now I watch for anyone
But it's only make believe

You work, you work, you work so hard an' then
Someone, someone will come around again
You may think it's for real but you know how you feel

The places that I go
Don't feel good anymore

I see it all, rainbows in fall
I see her face upon my wall
But it's only make believe

Fly away, bluebird fly away for me
To a place somewhere far across the sea
Fly away, far away, don't look back, go today

The waves that crash upon the sand
Another place, a far off land

And every day, I have to stay
But you are free, you could fly away
But it's only make believe

Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

Bluebird, bluebird fly away for me
Bluebird, bluebird fly away
Bluebird, bluebird fly away for me
Bluebird, bluebird fly away

Bluebird fly away, away, away
Oh, bluebird, bluebird fly away

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