Plowed - Lyrics - Evergreen Terrace

Title: Plowed
Artist: Evergreen Terrace
Composer(s): Jimmy Paluzzi, Mike Cross, Joey Mazzola, Tim Cross, Mark Domborwski

Lyric:
Will I wake up, is it a dream I made up?
No, I guess it's reality
What will change us or will we mess up
Our only chance to connect with a dream?

Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
I'm buried by the sound

In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
Well I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound

To see wide open with a head that's broken
Hang a life on a tragedy
Plow me under the ground
That covers the message that is the seed

Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me
I'm buried by the sound

In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
Well I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound

Will I wake up, is it a dream I made up?
No, I guess it's reality

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Barometer Soup - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: Barometer Soup
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Peter Mayer, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel

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Lyric:
Follow in my wake
You've not that much at stake
For I have plowed the seas
And smoothed the troubled waters

Come along let's have some fun
The hard work has been done
We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters

Just for starters
Barometer's my soup
I'm descended
From a deckhand on a sloop

I travel on the song lines
That only dreamers see
Not known for predictability

Come and follow in our wake
You've not that much at stake
For we have plowed the seas
And smoothed the troubled waters

Come along let's have some fun
Seems our work is done
We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters

Sail the main course
In a simple sturdy craft
Keep her well stocked
With short stories and long laughs

Go fast enough to get there
But slow enough to see
Moderation seems to be the key

Constantly searchin'
Oh, my eyes have seen some horizons
And I've crossed the ocean
For more than just thrills

No, I'm not the first
Won't be the last
You lust for the future
But treasure the past

Follow in my wake
You've not as much at stake
For I have plowed the seas
And smoothed the troubled waters

Come along let's have some fun
The hard work has been done
We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters

We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters
We'll barrel roll into the sun
Just for starters

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California Cottonfields - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: California Cottonfields
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): D Frazier, E Montgomery

Lyric:
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43
When I was just a child in momma's arms
My daddy plowed the ground and prayed someday he could leave
This run-down mortgaged Oklahoma farm

And then one night I heard my daddy sayin' to my momma
That he'd finally saved enough to go
California was his dream, a paradise for he had seen
Pictures in magazines that told him so

California cottonfields
Where labor camps were filled
With worried men with broken dreams
California cottonfields
As close to wealth as daddy ever came

Almost everything we had was sold or left behind
From my daddy's plow to the fruit that momma canned
Some folks came to say farewell or see what all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my daddy's hand

That model a was loaded down and California bound
And a change of luck was just four days away
But the only change that I remember seein' for my daddy
Was when his dark hair turned to silver gray

California cottonfields
Where labor camps were filled
With worried men with broken dreams
California cottonfields
As close to wealth as daddy ever came

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Oh For Another Day - Lyrics - Peter Frampton

Title: Oh For Another Day
Artist: Peter Frampton
Composer(s): Peter Frampton

Lyric:
Peacefull, quiet as a mouse
Fireside, night at our house
Oh, all is well I say

Oh, for another day
Oh, for another day

Sleep, sleep, lady Elaine
See your, manger please stay
Oh, silent world, so loud
Oh, another field is plowed
Oh, by your face in the crowd

Oh, for another day
Oh

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Real Things - Lyrics - Real Things - Joe Nichols

Title: Real Things
Album: Real Things
Artist: Joe Nichols
Composer(s): Andrew John Brown, Billy Dean

Lyric:
I love real things built to last
Hardwood floors and stone fireplaces
And lookin' back on the past

Ice cold beer, fish that fight
Wise, old bucks and old timer's
Tellin' lies and fireflies

Rainy days, I love 'em, I always have
Screened in porches, my old straw hat
Smell of dogwoods
Early signs of spring, real things

I love real things like a hard day's work
Sinkin' my hands in fresh plowed dirt
And lovin' someone so much it hurts

New strings on an old guitar
Moonshine in a mason jar
And just feelin' alive
At peace with who you are

Real things, I love 'em, I always have
Like Grandma's kitchen and Grandpa's laugh
Stealin' that first kiss
On the front porch swing, real things

It's them real things
That I come back to every year
Like Christmas Time
With those that I hold dear

When it's real things
The truth rings so loud and clear
For those with ears to hear

I want real things like an 'I love you'
Or an amen from the very last pew
And I miss you, Dad, "Son, I miss you too"

Real things, I love 'em, I always have
Like the kinfolk shoes on a welcome mat
Sunday morning, hearing my mama sing
Real things, I love those real things
Real things

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Love Rain (Remix) - Lyrics - Jill Scott

Title: Love Rain (Remix)
Artist: Jill Scott
Composer(s): Jill Scott, Vidal Davis

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Lyric:
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, eighty-four degrees, he was brown
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives

Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest
Easy, talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors and memories of the shell tops
Adidas, he was fresh

Like summer peaches sweet on my mind
Like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm
No jacket, no umbrella, just warm

At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt Dizzy and Sonia, heaven and Miles between my thighs

Better than love, we made delicious
He me had, had me he
He had me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts

I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

The rain was fallin' and slowly and sweetly
And stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine

Wide open, wide loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made, love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new

Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling and I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis

Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, eighty-four degree, melody

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Wide open wide loose
The mistake was made, love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap

And us became new
Me not clairvoyant and in love
Made me the fool
You were never true

If you didn't want me
Ah you should have let me know
All you did was make a mockery
Of something so incredible, beautiful

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
(I honestly did love)
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

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Love Rain - Lyrics - Who Is Jill Scott? Words And Sounds, Vol. 1 - Jill Scott

Title: Love Rain
Album: Who Is Jill Scott? Words And Sounds, Vol. 1
Artist: Jill Scott
Composer(s): Jill Scott, Vidal Davis

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Lyric:
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, eighty-four degrees, he was brown
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives

Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest
Easy, talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors and memories of the shell tops
Adidas, he was fresh

Like summer peaches sweet on my mind
Like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm
No jacket, no umbrella, just warm

At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt Dizzy and Sonia, heaven and Miles between my thighs

Better than love, we made delicious
He me had, had me he
He had me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts

I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

The rain was fallin' and slowly and sweetly
And stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine

Wide open, wide loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made, love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new

Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling and I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis

Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, eighty-four degree, melody

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Wide open wide loose
The mistake was made, love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap

And us became new
Me not clairvoyant and in love
Made me the fool
You were never true

If you didn't want me
Ah you should have let me know
All you did was make a mockery
Of something so incredible, beautiful

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
(I honestly did love)
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

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California Cotton Fields - Lyrics - Cold as the Clay - Greg Graffin

Title: California Cotton Fields
Album: Cold as the Clay
Artist: Greg Graffin
Composer(s): D Frazier, E Montgomery

Lyric:
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43
When I was just a child in momma's arms
My daddy plowed the ground and prayed someday he could leave
This run-down mortgaged Oklahoma farm

And then one night I heard my daddy sayin' to my momma
That he'd finally saved enough to go
California was his dream, a paradise for he had seen
Pictures in magazines that told him so

California cottonfields
Where labor camps were filled
With worried men with broken dreams
California cottonfields
As close to wealth as daddy ever came

Almost everything we had was sold or left behind
From my daddy's plow to the fruit that momma canned
Some folks came to say farewell or see what all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my daddy's hand

That model a was loaded down and California bound
And a change of luck was just four days away
But the only change that I remember seein' for my daddy
Was when his dark hair turned to silver gray

California cottonfields
Where labor camps were filled
With worried men with broken dreams
California cottonfields
As close to wealth as daddy ever came

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Firewater - Lyrics - Enlarged To Show Detail - 311

Title: Firewater
Album: Enlarged To Show Detail
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Chad Ronald Sexton, Douglas Vincent Martinez, Nicholas Lofton Hexum

Lyric:
Talkin' shit like shut up and listen to me
Because cutting through the crap is my specialty
Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead
You're trying to figure out the last thing I said

I'm a redwood I love to be a tree yes I'm a druid
My words are flowing out like a fluid
Never give in never conform
I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form

Dead leaves on the trees in spring can't hear the birds sing
A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening
Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver

While I doze I suppose I could get lost
With a brown skin friend claiming kin to crazy horse
I stink of vino my greasy clothes are rancid but
I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid

Firewater call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture

Firewater call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture

Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth
I'm rather liquored light flickers, I got the shakes and jitters
I roll I'm like raging bull bumrushin' the show
Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into

All alone except for the whiskey voices
Whores laugh, neon signs flash other choices
I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble
Slur my song slow porno show marquee words crumble

Firewater call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture

Firewater call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture

You're hangin' around the house with all your friends
Steady drinking smoking the green weed
And head is sort of blinking you're going with the flow
And everybody is getting plowed

The voices and the music and the noise is getting loud
You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'clock rolls around
So you piule inside the clunker start heading downtown
Only nineteen but you know where you can get it

So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting
By about eleven o'clock your brain is near dead
You really can't remember who was the one that said
Let's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck
He's got a thirty dollar white powder pick me up

Ten minutes later the whole vibe had changed
You try for conversation but you know you're acting strange
Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone
You just keep fiending 'til the fucking break of dawn

Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver
While I doze I suppose

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Old Country - Lyrics - Mark Chesnutt

Title: Old Country
Artist: Mark Chesnutt
Composer(s): Bobby La Moyne Harden

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Lyric:
City sun goes down at night
Making way for neon lights
Country boy is looking at the moon

City girl is dressed just right
She may stay out late tonight
Country boy just plowed today till noon

From Birmingham to Ohio
How they met nobody knows
But every now and then they get together

She used to want to climb the walls
She'd never really been loved at all
Not until old country came to town

He's the first one to the room
Ice and drinks will be up soon
Everything is perfect when she walks in

They kiss and hold each other tight
But they know what's in store tonight
There not some place they have never been

From Birmingham to Ohio
How they met nobody knows
But every now and then they get together

She used to want to climb the walls
She'd never really been loved at all
Not until old country came to town

She used to want to climb the walls
She'd never really been loved at all
Not until old country came to town

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Red Rover - Lyrics - Big Sugar

Title: Red Rover
Artist: Big Sugar
Composer(s): Max Heinrichs, Alex Johnson, Gordie Johnson

Lyric:
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?

Sometimes I stop and I wonder
How to keep myself from getting plowed under
'Cause everywhere I look, I see people who suffer
For the things in life they can't get enough of

Me, I got lightnin' run through my wire
I'm gonna walk and never get tired
'Cause this a game of red rover
Where they send the righteous on over

As the struggle gets hotter and hotter
You're gonna feel your head slip below the water
If you think you need to get a little higher
Just be careful 'cause you walk through the fire

This is the game red rover
Send the righteous on over
This is the game red rover

Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
(Hey red rover, red rover)
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
(Hey red rover, red rover)

Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
(Hey red rover, red rover)
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
(Send the righteous on over)
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?

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Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
(Hey red rover, red rover)
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
(Hey red rover, red rover)

Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
(Hey red rover, red rover)
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?
(Send the righteous on over)
Brothers and sisters, are you ready?

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Preservation - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Preservation
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Once upon a time in a faraway land
Lived a villain called Flash
He was such a wicked man
He terrorized the people
He broke arms and crushed hands
He ruled with a fist and he purchased all the land

Then he plowed up the fields
And cut down the trees
For property speculation
And he did it all for a pot of gold
And for his own preservation

The people were scared
They didn't know where to turn
They couldn't see any salvation
From the hoods and the spivs
And the crooked politicians
Who were cheating and lying to the nation

Save the fields and the trees
And give them back to the nation
Bring the government down
A new leader must be found
For the sake of preservation

He said he did it to help us all
And he did it for the good of the nation
But he did it for a pot of gold
And for his own preservation

Preservation
Preservation
Preservation

When money is evil
And power is corrupt
The devil moves in and takes over
Mr Flash broke his word
And now he's got to pay
For his crimes and his lies and his evil ways

And it's gonna get rough
And it's gonna get tough
It's a crime and a sin that no one can win
In a story of self preservation

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Cornfed Dames - Lyrics - Cramps

Title: Cornfed Dames
Artist: Cramps
Composer(s): Kristy Marlana Wallace, Erick Lee Purkhiser

Lyric:
Callin' all cows down on the farm
Hey, shut the door, you born in a barn?
No, I ain't no farmer, that's no fun
Run some tractor 'til the work's all done
Hey, milk this, bossie, I'll buy you a diamond ring

Now good girls can't pay the rent these days
These cornfed dames done found a way
Unzip that zipper, snap that snap
Round up the cattle in the Cadillac
C'mon, whip that cream, baby 'til the butter comes

Yeah, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake that thing, I'll buy you a diamond ring

Now there's more things in Tennessee
Than is dreamed of in your philosophy
Gimme a barnful of cornfed dames
They just wiggle a little, I burst into flames
Whip that cream, baby 'til the butter comes

That's right, now
Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake that thing, I'll buy you a diamond ring

Now, shake it, baby
Yeah, take it off that G-string
Play it on that G-string
I'll buy you a diamond ring
Let's go home

Hey, cut the corn

Callin' all you cornfed dames
Lux means bucks, remember the name
C'mon, now go put on somethin' real loud
Hey, let's get up and go get plowed
Shake that thing, I might buy you a diamond ring

C'mon, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Go put on the purple one with the plumes at the hip
Put it on upside down, baby
You know that really makes me flip

I ain't no farmer, shake it, baby
Shake one time for me

Shake it
Shake it
Shake it
...

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Wounded - Lyrics - The Road to Here - Little Big Town

Title: Wounded
Album: The Road to Here
Artist: Little Big Town
Composer(s): Karen Fairchild Childers, James Lee Westbrook, Kimberly Roads, Wayne Kirkpatrick, Phillip Sweet

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Lyric:
You plowed over me like a tractor
And you used me up and put me out to pasture
But I'm left to eat your dust
Guess, you're thinkin' that we must be done

And you said you got my back every minute
Well, you do, you've got it there to put your dagger in it
And knowing what I need
Still you stood and watched me bleed

Wounded, I'm wounded
I'm battered and broken and bruised
Wounded, I'm wounded
All tore up inside over you
Just wonderin' why you do me like you do

I feel betrayed and so manipulated
I call a spade a spade, you call me jaded
Well, what do you expect?
You give me no respect

Wounded, I'm wounded
I'm battered and broken and bruised
Wounded, I'm wounded
All tore up inside over you
Just wonderin' why you do me like you do

Well, this monkey on my back
Has stopped me in my tracks

Wounded, I'm wounded
I'm battered and broken and bruised
Wounded, I'm wounded
All tore up inside over you
Just wonderin' why you do me like you do

I'm wounded
Battered and broken and bruised
Wounded, I'm wounded
All tore up inside over you
Just wonderin' why you do me like
Wonderin' why you do me like you do

Wounded, I'm wounded

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Love Rain (Head Nod Remix) - Lyrics - Jill Scott

Title: Love Rain (Head Nod Remix)
Artist: Jill Scott
Composer(s): Jill Scott, Vidal Davis

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Lyric:
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, eighty-four degrees, he was brown
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives

Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest
Easy, talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors and memories of the shell tops
Adidas, he was fresh

Like summer peaches sweet on my mind
Like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm
No jacket, no umbrella, just warm

At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt Dizzy and Sonia, heaven and Miles between my thighs

Better than love, we made delicious
He me had, had me he
He had me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts

I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

The rain was fallin' and slowly and sweetly
And stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine

Wide open, wide loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made, love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new

Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling and I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis

Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, eighty-four degree, melody

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Wide open wide loose
The mistake was made, love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap

And us became new
Me not clairvoyant and in love
Made me the fool
You were never true

If you didn't want me
Ah you should have let me know
All you did was make a mockery
Of something so incredible, beautiful

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
(I honestly did love)
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

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Dear Blank - Lyrics - Famous Last Words - Hedley

Title: Dear Blank
Album: Famous Last Words
Artist: Hedley
Composer(s): Christian Robert Crippin, Dane Deviller, Jacob William Hoggard, Sean Hosein, Thomas Walter Macdonald, Dave Rosin

Lyric:
Dear blank, I'm sorry, I blanked you're blank
But you'd understand if you knew how much beer that I drank
I know today is going too fucking slow
So take a number, get in line, I'll tell you all where to go

It's last call and here I am again in the hall
I guess nobody gets my jokes at all
It's no prize being me and getting to wise
They just make you turn around and go apologize

I don't wanna lose what I've got
But you'll never hear me say I'm sorry

No, I don't owe anything
To hell with 'I'm sorry', bombs away
No, I don't owe you anything
You're like a bullet to my

Brain, I'm numb, can't kill my fun
If you good and done
Then thank you just the same
'Cause I don't owe you anything

About now, you're thinking to yourself, just how
Did this jerk make it through school without ever getting plowed?
Wannabe, I see him all the time on TV
What makes this kamikaze think he's any better than me

I'll tell you though it's something that I've learned
You should know I'm so used of the phrase 'I told you so'
It's my brain, it may be certified insane
At least I'm not like all you whiners, man, you're all the same

I don't wanna lose what I've got
But you'll never hear me say I'm sorry

No, I don't owe anything
To hell with 'I'm sorry', bombs away
No, I don't owe you anything
You're like a bullet to my

Brain, I'm numb, can't kill my fun
If you good and done
Then thank you just the same
'Cause I don't owe you anything

I don't care if there's a time or a place, I'll be right there
Didn't anyone tell you?
I don't care if there's a will there's a way for me
Dear blank, I'm sorry, I blanked, you're blank
I know today is going so slow

No, I don't owe anything
To hell with 'I'm sorry', bombs away
No, I don't owe you anything
You're like a bullet to my

Brain, I'm numb, can't kill my fun
If you good and done
Then thank you just the same
'Cause I don't owe you anything

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A Month Of Sundays - Lyrics - Don Henley

Title: A Month Of Sundays
Artist: Don Henley
Composer(s): Don Henley

Lyric:
I used to work for harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the
Combines that plowed and harvested this great land

Now I see my handiwork on the block
Everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds cross the weathered
Faces and I watch the harvest burn

Quit the plant in '57
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then was lendin' money
The banker was the farmer's friend

I've seen dog days and dusty days
Late spring snow and early fall sleet
I've held the leather reins in my hands
I've felt the soft ground under my feet

Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes
And the cold war it's been hard to make ends meet
But I always kept the clothes on out backs
I always put the shoes on our feet

My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, "We get the government we deserve"
Son-in-law just shakes his head and says
"That little punk, he never had to serve"

And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs
And look out across these empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all
Night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels

Big boys, they all got computers
Got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew

Now, it all comes down to numbers
Now I'm glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don't do nothin'
Simply for the love of it

I went into town of the fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past The Union Jack
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps back

And I saw a sign on easy street
Said, "Be prepared to stop"
Pray for the independent, little man
I don't see next year's crop

And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance
But the showers never come

I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I it here and listen to the clock strike
And I wonder when I'll see my companion again

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Cultivate - Lyrics - Kill, I Oughtta - Mudvayne

Title: Cultivate
Album: Kill, I Oughtta
Artist: Mudvayne
Composer(s): Shawn Barclay, Chad L. Gray, Ryan Martinie, Matthew Mcdonough, Greg Tribbett

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Lyric:
Got the disease in my mind that chaos runs through in you
Guilty toys for your insides just plead and I'll conduct you
Believe in me, I'm the juice receive from me the hand of truth
In still your trust I'll take you there I penetrate and run, run through

Feel it so warm branded forearm
Synthetic crate to drain you accelerated poles
Blood rush through branded forearm
Mudvayne returned inner mutiny lost tranquility

Broken people fixed again pluming christened with disorder
Took a spell to possess you, you embrace me for the high
Unfocused black swells as you die inner icon solicits sympathy
Departed being struggles so desperately I'm so outside myself

Breathless body betrays my cry for help so I lie
Rest in earth rest in peace await rebirth as I roll up my sleeve feel
Roll up my fucking sleeve feel it so warm branded forearm
Masticate you as I cultivate through you're life I loathe motherfucker

Scrambled being your impressions leaking sins been bastioned in you
Do what I do just to see through you your life is death now
Consequences been plowed under earth
Ashes to ashes dust to dust want you dead so much

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Thinkin' - Lyrics - Steve Forbert

Title: Thinkin'
Artist: Steve Forbert
Composer(s): Steve Forbert

Lyric:
Well don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and
Thinkin' so much 'til you're stranded behind
Don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and
Thinkin' so much till you're losin' your mind

There's so many depressions all plowed in your brain
Trace 'em too far and they'll drive you insane
You're twisted so tight now, you hardly can talk
Get out in the daylight and go for a walk

And don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and
Thinkin' so much 'til you're stranded behind
Don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and
Thinkin' so much till you're losin' your mind

All the tension inside has gone through to your face
You're flashin' your madness all over the place
You stand in the hallway an' try to explain
I look in your eyes, I see shackles and chains, aw

Hey, don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and
Thinkin' so much 'til you're stranded behind
Don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and
Thinkin' so much till you're losin' your mind

You're chasin' some notion you've misunderstood
You're tryin' so hard, can't you tell it's no good?
You analyzed everything into a 'No'
You're falling apart, you got nothing to show

No, don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and
Thinkin' so much 'til you're stranded behind
Don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and
Thinkin' so much till you're losin' your mind, ow!

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Two Soldiers - Lyrics - World Gone Wrong You - Bob Dylan

Title: Two Soldiers
Album: World Gone Wrong You
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Traditional Bob (Arr) Dylan

Lyric:
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
His voice was low with pain
I'll do your bidding, comrade mine
If I ride back again

But if you ride back and I am left
You'll do as much for me
Mother, you know, must hear the news
So write to her tenderly

She's waiting at home like a patient saint
Her fond face pale with woe
Her heart will be broken when I am gone
I'll see her soon, I know

Just then the order came to charge
For an instance hand touched hand
They said, "Aye" and away they rode
That brave and devoted band

Straight was the track to the top of the hill
The rebels they shot and shelled
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks
And guarded them as they fell

There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again

But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there

There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said
Momma, you know, awaits the news
And shell only know he's dead

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