On Horseback - Lyrics - Mike Oldfield

Title: On Horseback
Artist: Mike Oldfield
Composer(s): William Murray, Mike Oldfield

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Lyric:
I like beer, and I like cheese
I like the smell of a westerly breeze
What I like more than all of these
Is to be on horseback

Hey, and away we go
Through the grass, across the snow
Big brown beasties, big brown face
I'd rather be with you than flying through space

I like thunder and I like rain
And open fires, roaring flames
But if the thunder's in my brain
I'd like to be on horseback

Some like the city, some the noise
Some make chaos, and others, toys
But if I was to have the choice
I'd rather be on horseback

Hey, and away we go
Through the grass, across the snow
Big brown beasties, big brown face
I'd rather be with you than flying through space

Some find it strange to be here
On this small planet, and who knows where
But when it's strange and full of fear
It's nice to be on horseback

Some are short and others tall
Some hit their heads against the wall
But it doesn't really matter at all
When you happen to be on horseback

Hey, and away we go
Through the grass, across the snow
Big brown beasties, big brown face
I'd rather be with you than flying through space

So if you you feel a little glum
To Hergest Ridge you should come
In summer, winter, rain or sun
It's good to be on horseback, hmph

Hey, and away we go
Through the grass, across the snow
Big brown beasties, big brown face
I'd rather be with you than flying through space

Hey, and away we go
Through the grass, across the snow
Big brown beasties, big brown face
I'd rather be with you than flying through space
I'd rather be on horseback

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'Whats Your Fantasy' - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: 'Whats Your Fantasy'
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Shondrae L Crawford

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
While the Dirty Birds kick for tree
And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.

Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop
Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand

Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park, to the Point, to the Flatlands
That man Ludacris, woo

In the public bathroom or in back of a classroom
However you want it lover, lover gonna tap that ass soon
See I cast 'em and I past 'em, get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em

And if ain't good then I trash 'em
While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free
And the tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof tell yo' boyfriend not to be mad at me

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the bath tub
With the candle lit you give it up till they go out
Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
'Cause you know I got sold out

Or red carpet dick could just roll out
Go 'head and scream you can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Runnin' the train when it's hot or cold out

How 'bout in the library on top of books
But you can't be too loud
You wanna make a brother beg for it
Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud

We can do it in the White House
Tryna make them turn the lights out
Champaign with my campaign, let me do the damn thing
What's my name, what's my name, what's my name

A sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie
You can stratch my back and rule me, you can push me or just pull me
On hay in middle of the barn, woo, rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
Eating fresh fruits sweep yo' woman right off her feet

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up, fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt
In the garden all in the dirt

Roll around, Georgia Brown that's the way that I like it twerk
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade

Tag team, off the ropes, on the ocean or in the boat
Factories or on hundred spokes
What about up in the candy sto'
That chocolate chocolate make it melt

Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt
Scream help play my game, Dracula Man, I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reigns
School teacher let me get my brains

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

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Mexicali Blues - Lyrics - Skeletons In The Closet: The Best Of The Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead

Title: Mexicali Blues
Album: Skeletons In The Closet: The Best Of The Grateful Dead
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): John Perry Barlow, Robert Hall Weir

Lyric:
Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand
Watchin' flies and children on the street
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile
There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet

And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I don't know why I came
I guess I came to keep from payin' dues
So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen
And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues, yeah

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
When the devil wants to take it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts and keep a tight grip on your booze
'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today

She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town
I didn't know a stage line ran from hell
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold
All the French perfume you'd care to smell

She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear
"Go on, my friend, do anything you choose"
Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms
With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues, yeah

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
When the devil wants to blow it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts and keep a tight grip on your booze
'Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today

And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law
Billy Jean was waitin' when he came
She told me he would take her, if I didn't use my gun
I'd have no one but myself to blame

I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind
I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news
'Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw
And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues, yeah

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark
Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands

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Miss California - Lyrics - Fly - Dante Thomas

Title: Miss California
Album: Fly
Artist: Dante Thomas
Composer(s): Vada Nobles, Rasheem Sharrief Pugh

Lyric:
Uh, I mean I'm just sittin' right here
Checking out this young lady right here
Baby, you hot
I mean, you sexy
Oh, my God!
Let me ask you one question
Where you from anyway?

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's a rich girl from the top of the food chain
Love and material things, kinda lonely
Till I met her at the Grammys, 10 mil on a diamond ring
She invites me to spend a day on the jet skis
At first it didn?t mean a thing
Then she told me I'm the one that she?s searched for
It was hard to believe

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that knows her name

In a couple a days she had me a bracelet made
From Harry Winston?s place
Went horseback up to the mountaintop
Showing me the land she's got
Well, it?s all right, but something else is on your mind
Looking past all that shines, now the tears are running through
All those things are nice, but it's not why I'm here
I will wipe away your tears simply by just loving you, you

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

And there you have it
I mean she just love the way I do my bling-bling
From the ghetto to Beverly Hills, baby
Now I want everybody on the dance floor to just shake it
Man, I want you to get down 'cause we hot tonight, baby
We on fire!
Now tell these cats where you from

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

Como esta senorita? Yeah
We got Pretty Pras up in here
We got Dante up in here
And it?s on like that, that's right
Now all you cats that?s talking that Jeebreeze, please stop it, man
We can?t take it no more
Now tell them cats where you from, baby
Come on, let 'em know

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay

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Miss California (Rap Remix) - Lyrics - Dante Thomas

Title: Miss California (Rap Remix)
Artist: Dante Thomas
Composer(s): Vada Nobles, Rasheem Sharrief Pugh

Lyric:
Uh, I mean I'm just sittin' right here
Checking out this young lady right here
Baby, you hot
I mean, you sexy
Oh, my God!
Let me ask you one question
Where you from anyway?

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's a rich girl from the top of the food chain
Love and material things, kinda lonely
Till I met her at the Grammys, 10 mil on a diamond ring
She invites me to spend a day on the jet skis
At first it didn?t mean a thing
Then she told me I'm the one that she?s searched for
It was hard to believe

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that knows her name

In a couple a days she had me a bracelet made
From Harry Winston?s place
Went horseback up to the mountaintop
Showing me the land she's got
Well, it?s all right, but something else is on your mind
Looking past all that shines, now the tears are running through
All those things are nice, but it's not why I'm here
I will wipe away your tears simply by just loving you, you

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

And there you have it
I mean she just love the way I do my bling-bling
From the ghetto to Beverly Hills, baby
Now I want everybody on the dance floor to just shake it
Man, I want you to get down 'cause we hot tonight, baby
We on fire!
Now tell these cats where you from

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

Como esta senorita? Yeah
We got Pretty Pras up in here
We got Dante up in here
And it?s on like that, that's right
Now all you cats that?s talking that Jeebreeze, please stop it, man
We can?t take it no more
Now tell them cats where you from, baby
Come on, let 'em know

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a Maranello, Hollywood's her favorite scene
Loves to be surrounded with superstars that know her name

She's miss California, hottest thing in west L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay

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I Need That (I Want That) - Lyrics - Girl Can Mack - 3lw

Title: I Need That (I Want That)
Album: Girl Can Mack
Artist: 3lw
Composer(s): Paul Anthony George, Shelene Thomas, Lucien J. George, Gerard R. Charles, Hugh Clarke, Kimberly Jones, Curtis T. Bedeau, Rina David, Brian P. George

Lyric:
Ha ha, 3LDub baby, a girl can mack

Yo, if you don't like expensive things then you could bounce
If you don't wanna get it together, you could be out
'Cause I'm all about gettin' them things
From the truck to the house to the gear and them rings

No doubt, coulda done it but ain't no hope for you
Now I try to tell you but all you do
Is sit around it takes more than hope and a dream
I got a mean team puttin' in work to get the cream, what

Money and hot rides, I need that
The platinum and shine, I need that
The house and the gear, I need that
I'm sayin' baby, I want that

Life can turn you in so many different directions
Then I got a mind to win, can't remember why I got with you
I want everything but I need to stay realistic
I'm gonna live this dream from hear on out that's what I'm about

Money and hot rides, I need that
The platinum and shine, I need that
The house and the gear, I need that
I'm sayin' baby, I want that

Money and hot rides, I need that
The platinum and shine, I need that
The house and the gear, I need that
I'm sayin' baby, I want that

Boy I feel for you, you think you have it real easy
You don't even have a clue, can't remember why I got with you
I'm gonna do my thang, sorry if you feel rejected
You need to do the same from here on out that's what I'm about

I need these things, you can't supply me
It's too easy for you to stop tryin', uh huh
Get on your feet, do it for yourself, let's do it
I can't stick around with shady feeling
Lil' Kim, Queen Bee, 3LW, Jackpot

Goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at, where the stash at
Nigga pass that up the bonds and stocks
And the canary yellow D Flawless rocks

Introducin' the Lil' Kim Shepard Watch
I'm on fire 'bout to turn it up a notch
Keep ya yacht, I want ships inside my estate
With Full Force written on the license plate

Heliports and helicopters with gold propellers
Tryna have more cheese then mozzarella
I need stables, there's only one way to live
Horseback ridin' in the back of the crib

Two Indian braids like the Navaho, yippi iy ya, yippi iy yo
Make this money, take this money
Ain't no way you gonna take this from me

Money and hot rides, I need that
The platinum and shine, I need that
The house and the gear, I need that
I'm sayin' baby, I want that

Money and hot rides, I need that
The platinum and shine, I need that
The house and the gear, I need that
I'm sayin' baby, I want that

Uh huh, I want that
If you don't want that baby, then you can't have me baby
Don't depend on me baby, finally do ya own thing baby
Ooh, I need that, ooh, I need that, ooh

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I want that, want that, I want, I want that
Want that, get that, I want that
Get that, got that, I want that
I want that, want that, I want, I want that

Money and hot rides, I need that
The platinum and shine, I need that
The house and the gear, I need that
I'm sayin' baby, I want that

Money and hot rides, I need that
The platinum and shine, I need that
The house and the gear, I need that
I'm sayin' baby, I want that

Uh huh, 3LW, I want that, uh huh
Get on ya feet boy

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End Of The Road - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: End Of The Road
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): B Freeman, G C Green, C Harris, Joseph Guillermo Jones

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Lyric:
Jim Jones, what it here, homie?
Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin?
Hey, T.I.P., nigga

I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin' folks
Dipset, bitch, a town to muthafuckin' NY, nigga
You already know what it is, Bankhead
C-Rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats
You don't like it? Kill ya''self nigga, let's go

Late night, straight white fa' ya' base pipe
No mo' quarter O, get ya' weight right
Crack rock, black glock kept it waist height
It hit ya'' mug you don't imagine what ya' face like

'American Pie', I'm tellin' you guys
You want beef wit us, well who the fucks preparin' you guys?
We sparin' you guys, get buried alive
What you rushin' fa'? Act like you in a hurry to die

Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride
I paralize ya' like Superman's horseback ride, nigga
Walk up on ya' car an' scorch dat ride
Flat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse inside

A town break down straight pounds of dro'
Still deal if you want 10 birds or mo'
Pimp Squad, Dipset, I know ya' heard before
If we called you a bitch, you deserved it, hoe

I cop bricks of the crack an' take it to my block
Strip or my trap, my block strip is so trapped
Cops quick wit a strap, an' you'll be scared shitless
How they where the big fifth an' load up flares an' biscuits

I'll take ya' bitch from you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick
You can compare ballistics, but it's mere physics
I'm two threes on drops, I used to play hoopties on blocks
Plottin' man like who he gon' pop

In this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin'
4 tens headin' down in A.T.L.'s Magic City
Yes, the stash is pretty an' the mag hold 50
We take ova towns, then send the Rovers 'round

Lookin' fa' hoes to pound, ya' local hoochie spot
Lookin' fa' hoochies hot to get they coochie popped
I love the titty bars, I love my niggaz, pa
Dipset, Pimp Squad, yo, let's get it, pa

Yeah, already trill niggaz in this bitch
U.G.K., know what I'm sayin', that's off top, fool
You already know, wreck it boyz, go down like that
What up Jones? Dipset, nigga

Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is pearl
My best friend is a pimp an' his bottom bitch is ya' girl
I got them '84s that clank, the big diamonds that blank
Plus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill an' sip drank

Fuck what ya' think, I'm tryin' to tell you how life is, give it an' take it
My lil' brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin' an' shakin'
We got a million dollar team, wit one gone
So I'm takin' my 500 to flip in the game
To have somethin' for 'em when he come home

My two older brothers locked up, both of 'em smokin'
Principal's gon' be fucked up, man
My lil' nieces an' nephew heartbroken
Seein' Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya' mind up
So at this stage in the game, I gots to really get my grind up

So you gon' see me in yo' city doin' a verse or a show
Or maybe even servin' one o' these niggaz
A couple of dem thangs on the low
I'm Dipset affiliated, so you can hate it or love it
But it you keep pushin' ya' luck, bitch, my middle fingers' gon' shove it
Know what I'm sayin'

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Cowboy Love - Lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

Title: Cowboy Love
Artist: John Michael Montgomery
Composer(s): Jeff Wood, Bill Douglas

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Lyric:
You drive a baby blue Beamer
I drive a pickup truck
I'm a member of the good ol' boys
You're a member of the Country Club

You keep turnin' me down when I ask you out
But I ain't givin' up
I'm gonna show you darlin' a little cowboy love

Let me broaden your horizons
Teach you 'bout the finer things in life
Like some late night horseback ridin'
Sippin' on some southern homemade wine

If a little two steppin'
Star gazin', breathtakin', lovemakin'
Is what your dreamin' of
Then let me show you darlin' a little cowboy love

You need a little adventure
To ignite your world
I can picture you in cowboy boots
I can picture you a country girl

Once you give me a try then you'll know why
You can't get enough
So let me show you darlin' a little cowboy love

Let me broaden your horizons
Teach you 'bout the finer things in life
Like some late night horseback ridin'
Sippin' on some southern homemade wine

If a little two steppin'
Star gazin', breathtakin', lovemakin'
Is what your dreamin' of
Then let me show you darlin' a little cowboy love

Underneath the midnight moonlight
Cuddled up real tight, cozied down by a fire
Listenin' to some George Strait, George Jones
Country love songs you'll change your mind
I'll give you

Well let me broaden your horizons
Teach you 'bout the finer things in life
Like some late night horseback ridin'
Sippin' on some southern homemade wine

If a little two steppin'
Star gazin', breathtakin', lovemakin'
Is what your dreamin' of
Then let me show you darlin' a little cowboy love
Let me show you darlin' a little cowboy love

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The Beheading Of A King - Lyrics - Amon Amarth

Title: The Beheading Of A King
Artist: Amon Amarth
Composer(s): Fredrick Andersson, Johan Hegg, Ted Oscar Lundstrom, Olavi Mikkonen, Johan Soderberg

Lyric:
A mighty fleet came across the strait
But Erik was prepared
Five hundred Germans had come to his aid
On horseback with their spears

The fleet was carrying two thousand men
Eager to draw blood
But as they were about to land
Erik released his herds

One thousand men and five hundred horsemen
Came charging down the beach
When the sea king saw this force
He gave order to retreat

All obeyed except one ship
It held the king's own son
He despised the thought of flight
And attacked on his own

The Danish fleet had to turn around
They charged King Erik's men
But it was too late to save his son
His life was already spent

The fighting continued bloody and fierce
And the bloodshed was immense
Two thousand warriors died that day
Most of them were Danes

The Danish king was captured
Most of his guards were dead
For a ransom he was released
Then his people took his head

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The Truth - Lyrics - Dies Irae

Title: The Truth
Artist: Dies Irae
Composer(s): Krzysztof Raczkowski, Maurcy Stefanowicz, Lukasz Szurminski

Lyric:
That which sleep
Is a part of the soul
That which watch
Is a part of the watching

Of perception
I am wandering
To the inner space
Of soul
[Unverified]

I know what I am looking for
And I am looking for things I already know
Contradiction and duality
Contradiction and unity

Of different levels
Of perception
I am wandering
To the inner space of soul

I am looking for the truth
'Cause this is my path
'Cause this is my destination
Love under will

The key of develop
From rationality to purification
And at the end
The shapeless flame
Whirling voice

The child wilding the bow of light
Standing on horseback painted in gold
Symbols united as the lion
Of knowledge and truth

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Midnight Visitor - Lyrics - Joe Walsh

Title: Midnight Visitor
Artist: Joe Walsh
Composer(s): Joseph Fidler Walsh

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Lyric:
We were visited last evening
By a servant of the day
He had traveled miles on horseback
To scout his master's way

And he only had a moment
To warm his frozen hands
And though he needed food and rest
He told us of his land

And all too soon he had to leave
Else sleep might block his way
And so he thanked us both and saddled up
And softly rode away

And I caught a glimpse of sun in his eye
And a wheat field in his smile
And I couldn't help but a-thinking
They would follow in a while

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Lion Of Knowledge - Lyrics - Dies Irae

Title: Lion Of Knowledge
Artist: Dies Irae
Composer(s): Krzysztof Raczkowski, Maurcy Stefanowicz, Lukasz Szurminski

Lyric:
Transforming into Mobed
For pleasure of mind
Body and soul, for all gods
You'll see the light

Shapeless fire of knowledge which
Whirl and clamor again and again

Standing on the shoulders
Horseback painted in gold
The child wielding the bow
Shod in flames, so let's rise our hands

So let's rise our hands and free our minds
So let's plunge into nihil, into Nuit
Where children of sun and moon
Shine upon our earthly consciousness

Evil against good
Aryman versus Ahura
Soul united with Daina
All parts swimming across macrocosm

Decomposition of our being
Into different dimensions

Transforming into Mobed
For pleasure of mind
Body and soul, for all gods
You'll see the light

Shapeless fire of knowledge which
Whirl and clamor again, and again
And again, and again

Standing on the shoulders
Horseback painted in gold
The child wielding the bow
Shod in flames, so let's rise our hands

So let's rise our hands and free our minds
So let's plunge into nihil, into Nuit
Where children of sun and moon
Shine upon our earthly consciousness

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New Killer Star - Lyrics - Reality - David Bowie

Title: New Killer Star
Album: Reality
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Bowie

Lyric:
See the great white star
Over Battery Park
Then a flare glides over
But I won't look at that star

Oh, my nuclear baby
(One who spotted a star)
Oh, my idiot trance
All my idiot questions
(Like the stars in your eyes)
Let's face the music and dance

Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better than you

All the corners of the buildings
Who but we remember these
The sidewalks and trees
I'm thinking now

(I got a better way)
I discovered a star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
A new killer star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

(I got a better way)
The stars in your eyes
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
I discovered a star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

See my life in a comic
Like the way they did the Bible
With the bubbles and action
The little details in color

First a horseback bomber
(Who discovered a star)
Just a small thin chance
Like seeing Jesus on dateline
(Like the stars in your eyes)
Let's face the music and dance

Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better than you

All the corners of the buildings
Who but we remember these
The sidewalks and trees
I'm thinking now

(I got a better way)
I discovered a star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
A new killer star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

(I got a better way)
The stars in your eyes
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
I discovered a star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

(I got a better way)
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

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