Sleeping In The Ground - Lyrics - Live from Madison Square Garden - Eric Clapton

Title: Sleeping In The Ground
Album: Live from Madison Square Garden
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Sam Meyers

Lyric:
I would rather see you sleepin' in the ground
I would rather see you sleepin' in the ground
Than to stay around here if you're gonna pull me down

Well I give you all my money, everything I own
Well I give you all my money, everything I own

And some day I'm gonna get lucky
And down the road you know I'm gone

Well I would rather see you sleepin' in the ground
Well I would rather see you sleepin' in the ground
Than to stay around here when you're gonna pull me down

You know I give you all my money
Yeah little girl, everything I own
Well I give you all my money, everything I own

Well today I'm gonna get lucky
And down the road you know I'm gone

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In The City - Lyrics - Clan Of Xymox

Title: In The City
Artist: Clan Of Xymox
Composer(s): Anke Wolbert, Ronny Moorings

Lyric:
Mornings, when I wake too early
There's a dead light in the room
Rain is falling through

The dark and the moon
The waking hour appears pretty soon
Everyone is sleeping though
I lie in a curtained room

Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

Only the shadow remains
Only the shadow of doubt
Three years of memories
Memories without a sight

The end of another year
How will I survive?
How suddenly fear begins
In a bedroom on the floor

Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somewhere in the crowd
Somewhere in the distance

Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in a city
I've gone to ground

The light breaks, slowly forward
Across my bedroom wall
Until it defines me somehow
In shadow of doubt

It finds my fugitive life
It's blurred, blurred with dust
Only Heaven collides
When I look above

Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

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Celebration Of The Lizard (An Experiment/Work In Progress) (Bonus - Lyrics - Waiting for the Sun - The Doors

Title: Celebration Of The Lizard (An Experiment/Work In Progress) (Bonus
Album: Waiting for the Sun
Artist: The Doors
Composer(s): Robbie Kreiger, John Densmore, Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek

Lyric:
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town

He went down South and crossed the border
Left chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder

One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shining skin
Is everybody in? Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin

Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold, glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisms
And she was beside me
Old, she's no, young
Her dark red hair, the white soft skin

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look! she's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down, the cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain

Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know, the game I mean
I mean the game, called, 'Go insane'

You should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect, a different steeple

This little game is fun to do
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right there, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through

Way back deep into the brain
Back where there's never any pain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams

Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Gentle hill dwellers, in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold, windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant

Dust Lying under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples

Wait
There's been a slaughter here

Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town, we're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run, let's run

House upon the hill, moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

The mansion is warm at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside

Dead President's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C'mon along, we're not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home

We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside by evening

Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn
I will get you
Soon, soon, soon

I am the lizard king
I can do anything

We came down
The rivers and highways
We came down from
Forests and falls

We came down from
Carson and Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you

The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade

For seven years, I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now, I have come again
To the land of the fair and the strong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest

Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready

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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling?

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walking, where am I running?
What am I saying, what am I knowing?
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm writing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking?
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

You need something special, you need something special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks, your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing
That space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I cute?
Look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry"
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that!
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty that stuff ain't real!

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon at sundown

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Five In The Morning - Lyrics - Lucy Kaplansky

Title: Five In The Morning
Artist: Lucy Kaplansky
Composer(s): Lucy Mara Kaplansky, Richard Dean Litvin

Lyric:
Five in the morning, lying in bed
Listening to the thunderstorm in her head
Looks around the room as she opens her eyes
Pictures on the mantle of a life gone by
She's been sleeping a long time

Quiet now, everyone still asleep
She can feel her heart beating, she can hear herself breathe
Her mother told her to be a dark mystery
But the darkness is out of control and she can't see
But at least she's alive

She's gonna hit the ground running from this dead end street
Saved by the power of her own two feet
Remembering a song from long ago
It's around and around, it's the way things go
The way things go

Shivers in the cold, slips on her clothes
Walks downstairs, icy wind blows
Face to face inside the front door
It's not a crime to need more
There's something I'm looking for

If you leave now you can never come back
You're throwing us away, you can't do that
I'm falling like a leaf from the family tree
I don't need you the way you need me
You need me

She's gonna hit the ground running from this dead end street
Saved by the power of her own two feet
Remembering a song from long ago
It's around and around, it's the way things go
The way things go

Shivers in the cold, slips on her clothes
Walks downstairs, icy wind blows
Face to face inside the front door
It's not a crime to need more
There's something I'm looking for

She's gonna hit the ground running from this dead end street
Saved by the power of her own two feet
Remembering a song from long ago
It's around and around, it's the way things go
The way things go

Shivers in the cold, slips on her clothes
Walks downstairs, icy wind blows
Face to face inside the front door
It's not a crime to need more
There's something I'm looking for

Five in the morning, lying in bed
Listening to the thunderstorm in her head

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Sleeping With The Past - Lyrics - Sleeping With The Past - Elton John

Title: Sleeping With The Past
Album: Sleeping With The Past
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Like a thief he's come, like a thief he's gone
He's stolen your tears one by one
You're proud to love him, it's a foolish sign
You're a broken heart at the scene of the crime

And the night drags on, oh and the fever burns
Come to your senses, everybody learns
You sleep in sweet fire, lost and blue
You're an empty doll in the power of a fool

Don't go sleepin' with the past
Don't go prayin' he'll come back
Take a deep breath and deny
You could love a man like that

Don't go sleeping with the past
Don't go waking with a dream
There's no tenderness that's left
In the cracks you step between

If it looks like rain, if it makes no sound
It's an echo of pain on a common ground
Love like a junkie, addiction's a fact
Passion's a monkey you can't keep off your back

And don't go sleepin' with the past
Don't go prayin' he'll come back
Take a deep breath and deny
You could love a man like that

Don't go sleeping with the past
Don't go waking with a dream
There's no tenderness that's left
In the cracks you step between

But he takes love and he turns it cold
He's just an iceman honey ain't got no heart of gold
But he sees you and he runs from you
Come on and shake this shadow that you're clingin' to
And he'll hurt you and he'll run from you
Come on and shake this shadow that you're clinging to

And don't go sleepin' with the past
Don't go prayin' he'll come back
Take a deep breath and deny
You could love a man like that

Don't go sleeping with the past
Don't go waking with a dream
There's no tenderness that's left
In the cracks you step between

Okay
Don't go sleepin'
Uh huh
Don't go prayin'
Okay
Don't go dreamin'
There's no tenderness that's left
In the cracks you step between

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You And Me - Lyrics - Men Without Hats

Title: You And Me
Artist: Men Without Hats
Composer(s): Ivan Doroschuk, Stefan Gregor Doroschuk

Lyric:
Knew you were only fooling when you turned around and said, "Goodbye"
Please call this over I'll just roll up in a ball and cry
The winter moon is often viewed in the eye of you

Saw a man walking on the moon on a black and white TV
I saw four lads from Liverpool in my baby sitter's magazine
I saw rain shine than sun fall, saw nobody home
Saw candles burning in the wind, I saw Lou reed in Rome

I saw the land beyond my wildest dreams behind a willow tree
Saw naked ladies on the wall of a bathroom in a factory
Saw apples lying on the ground, saw right through the snow
I saw women dying in an opera, saw Lou reed in Rome

Then I saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
We were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery

I saw an old man sleeping in the cold by a purple limousine
I saw the biggest canyon in the world with an angel in the stream
Saw a weary eyed fourteen year old dancing all alone
I saw a needle going through a heart, Lou reed in Rome

Then I saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
And we were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery
Then I heard you smile and thought how wonderful indeed
We're meant to meet each other you and me, you and me

Then I saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
And we were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery
Then I heard you smile and thought how wonderful indeed
We're meant to meet each other you and me, you and me

You and me, you and me, you and me, you and me

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Dragontown - Lyrics - Dragontown - Alice Cooper

Title: Dragontown
Album: Dragontown
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Alice Cooper, Bob Marlette

Lyric:
Well here you are
Lying bleeding on a grimy street
See the broken glass
Sparkling darkly as it cuts your feet

Smell the rotting stench
The rancid odor of old Cantonese
Feel the toxic flames all around you
You can hardly breathe come with me

Come on, I've got something to show you
Come on, you thought that it was over
Come on, you're really gonna love this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

We can dig you a home deep in the ground
Bury your soul down in Dragontown
We'll be lower than low spiraling down
Far as you wanna go down in Dragontown

Open any door
Remember everyone you meet before
Oh there's a wicked young man
Cooking slowly in a frying pan

And a family of bones
Hung back together, sleeping all alone
Then there's Alice dear
And all the little things that got in here, now you're here

Come on, I've got something to show you
Come on, you thought that it was over
Come on, you're really gonna love this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

We can dig you a home deep in the ground
Bury your soul down in Dragontown
We'll be lower than low spiraling down
Far as you wanna go down in Dragontown

We can dig you a home deep in the ground
Bury your soul down in Dragontown
We'll be lower than low spiraling down
Far as you wanna go down in Dragontown

We can dig you a home deep in the ground
Bury your soul down in Dragontown
We'll be lower than low spiraling down
Far as you wanna go down in Dragontown

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Pictures In A Mirror - Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Title: Pictures In A Mirror
Artist: Incredible String Band
Composer(s): Robin Williamson

Lyric:
Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread and of sheets that were
Scarlet and blue are at his head
His heart like a cat drowns in a well

He thinks of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or the past
Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets sail for other where

There stands the chief with gold on his hair
Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white skinned wife, she answers not
He hurls his question angry to the gulls

His wife strikes her mouth with a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss revolves above her mind
With every line in its design and accusing eye
That pierces Kasa's soul

The slaves row on beneath the dragon flag
His heart recoils recall his red haired son
Beneath the burning walls that he razed down

His wife and he speak not as wine is brought
A cup that seethes like the black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark sleep

The Jailer bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes, wakes in pain
He shakes his shackles in the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is hard as coal

The Jailer leads him out upon the blinding bright stair
He feels uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword falls on his neck
The pain is boiling cold

They lay him in the tomb at the break of day
They close the earthen door upon his clay
The birds are plucking worms from the ground

Their feathers gray as mist on a cloudy morn
Foresters burn branches from the sleeping trees
The white sun turns to stone

His mother lies in her labor nine days long
She called on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of my birth
With hangings rich of many strange designs

Nobles stand with their wine cups in the room
Saluting me and she the King's queen
Already, I am forgetting who I am
Already, I've forgotten who I've been

My mother lifts me up to her huge soft breast
Her nipple like a berry both hard and brown
Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea
And with small lips the yellow milk I draw

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The Day The Sun Stood Still - Lyrics - Travis Tritt

Title: The Day The Sun Stood Still
Artist: Travis Tritt
Composer(s): Jack Murphy, Frank Wildhorn

Lyric:
We were young and bound for glory
Itchin' for a fight like you
Bringin' hell and purgatory
To the boys who wore the blue

And I thought I'd seen it all
Till the day night wouldn't fall
Oh, how the sun did blaze
Wouldn't go down for days

I got shot and lost my rifle
When the first wave hit the rise
And the guns rolled out like thunder
And the black smoke burned my eyes

And I watched it all unfold
Just the way the Bible told
Joshua's endless day
Keepin' the night at bay

And the soldiers kept a comin'
'Til the ground looked like a sea
Of blue and gray
And I watched it from a distance
Wonderin' if I would've fought or run away

The day the sun stood still
How they beat the bloody drums
And the seconds moved like hours
But the sunset never comes

And the cannons shake the ground
And the bullets test your will
Even shadows found no cover
On that God forsaken hill
The day the sun stood still

I watched them lean their shoulders
To the fearful hail of lead
And I prayed for night to save us
And I cried and bowed my head

But the sun just kept a-creepin'
'Cross a cold indifferent sky
Castin' a deadly glow
On all the men below

All the hours in a lifetime
Don't add up to one whole minute in that sun
And the heroes and the cowards
Look the same when they have fallen by the gun
The day the sun stood still

And the north and south looked west
But the evening star was sleeping
And the daylight wouldn't rest
Out on the killing floor

The red sun on the the hill
Shinin' down on all the dead men
With a strange and eerie chill
The day the sun stood still

Do not judge what you brother does
'Til you've walked a mile
Rank by bloody file
Who's to say if you'll run or stay and fight?

The day the sun stood still
Is just beneath the skin
In the soul of every soldier
Every battle that he's in

The day the sun stood still
Will haunt your dreams at night
And stalk your every sunrise
Though you will not know it till

The day the sun stood still
How they beat the bloody drums
And the seconds moved like hours
But the sunset never comes

And the cannons shake the ground
And the bullets test your will
Even shadows found no cover
On that God forsaken hill

The day the sun stood still
The day the sun stood still
The day the sun stood still

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One - Lyrics - Slum Village

Title: One
Artist: Slum Village
Composer(s): R.L. Iii Altman, Titus Printice Glover, Jason Powers, James Dewitt Yancey

Lyric:
One don't fuck it up one
It only takes, one
So feel it y'all, one

Now every, one
It only takes, one
You only need, one
So feel it y'all, one

We're number, one
You're not number, one
It only takes, one
So feel it y'all, one

It only takes, to click clack the gun on 'em
To bring drama to 'em like Dee Witt we runnin' em
One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run out the house
With the loaded pistol stuck in his crouch one
You fuck it up for all of the rest
You 'n your niggas in the parking lot rollin' the cess
Tryin' to get up in some chickens that all in your shit
They all wit it, and all seem down to get it, except one

She ain't feelin' the crew
Plus she got a man she don't like niggas like you
She said you fuck wit the niggas, you know how they do
We roll out, 'cause we see another we another set of dudes
So one, minute later, hear some shots in the air
Niggas duckin' on the ground like guerrilla warfare
Fuckin' up a niggas groove and when they know it ain't fair
He roll out with his niggas and his hands in the air
Singin' one, one, one, one, one

It only takes, one
To rock it y'all, one
You only need, one
To do it y'all, one

It takes, one, tragedy to bring a family closer
One bullet to start a war and be a part of gore
These hoes trick and be on crack like a slightly parted door
It took one hit, tongue kiss and make come quick
It took one hit, for a wack rapper to make millions
Causing the illest niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin'
One day a time of alcohol it takes to get by
Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high

One, love was the joint that my cousins used to break dance to
Before they began to pop and lock with the glock handle
This one turn for the worst, my main concern for the earth
'Cause it seems to get even worse when it turns
Purposely burn an emcee fricassee his hand holding the mic
So he can't fold it to write I'm potent as a lightning bolt when it strike
At least, one, feelin' me
Come through ya city with sign and drown ya energy, one
One, one, one, one

Now every, one
It only takes, one
You only need, one
So feel it y'all, one

One of the best in the class it's so stupid
One who test it's tragic so don't do it
Group move crowds like they had us do with theme music
Spit like cars when the body releasin' fluid
One, more tragic than ninety-one-one
Also we fearsome

Known as the Slum and that's just one organism
One crew comin' through 'cause we gotta hit 'em
Those dudes too fly like the Continental
Two niggas on the side one up the middle
It's all love in the club and it's constant
We drop shit and yell shit at the concerts

One two the whole world is, tick tock, tick tock
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking that I procrastinate
Nape one of these days I'm a show you what I'm made of
Soon as I'm done with these silly little rap scrubs
Soon as I'm done making my rap million Dollar hits
Soon as I'm done cleaning my soul of this old curse
Soon as I'm one with the universe
I'm done with you little fucks in this little earth
I rule a planet of my own where you don't exist, everything is one

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Great Southern Land - Lyrics - Icehouse

Title: Great Southern Land
Artist: Icehouse
Composer(s): Ivor Davies

Lyric:
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
City on a rainy day, down in the harbor
Watching as the gray clouds shadow the bay

Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember it here
Anyone will tell you, it's a prisoner island
Hidden in the summer for a million years

Great southern land
Burned you black

So you look into the land and it will tell you a story
Story 'bout a journey ended long ago
If you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
Maybe you can hear them talking like I do
"They're gonna betray you, they're gonna forget you
Are you gonna let them take you over that way"

Great southern land, great southern land
You walk alone like a primitive man
And they make it work with sticks and bones
See their hungry eyes, it's a hungry home

I hear the sound of the stranger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great southern land, great southern land
They burned you black, black against the ground

Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
City on a rainy day, down in the harbor
Watching as the gray clouds shadow the bay

Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember it here
Anyone will tell you, it's a prisoner island
Hidden in the summer for a million years

Great southern land, in the sleeping sun
You walk alone with the ghost of time
They then burned you black, black against the ground
And they make it work with rocks and sand

I hear the sound of the stranger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great southern land, great southern land
You walk alone, like a primitive man

You walk alone with the ghost of time
And they burned you black
Yeah, they burned you black
Great southern land
Great southern land
Great southern land
Great southern land

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Loose Leaves - Lyrics - There Is No Beginning To The Story - Bright Eyes

Title: Loose Leaves
Album: There Is No Beginning To The Story
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
There are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground
There's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud
If I could take them down off of that mountain shelf
We used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now, yeah

We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves
Forty hours television and prescription pills
Well, I take two a day to make my brain behave
It never does but who's to say, at least my doctor gets paid

So that's fine, yeah, come by, we'll take the afternoon off
We can kiss and undress or if you want just talk
'Cause I've got nothing real, just empty space to fill
And you're my girl I like your style, just imagine all the time we could kill

And time's not poison but once you drink it all you'll die
So let's just sip it real slow, yeah, we can nurse it all night
Try to believe that once it's gone
We'll pour another round and come back to life, come right back

I guess I'm moving faster now or that's what they said
And though some days still take forever I can't disagree
Because it seems to me that I wake up and sleep
Look in the mirror, have no idea what happened in between

But I remember counting days down 'til the year could be done
So I could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn
And disappear again into a summer's bliss
Of staying out, sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends

Well, that's gone and I know that it won't ever come back
I accept I won't cling to what I had in the past
But life's a slippery slope, regret's the steepest hill
Hope for the best, plan for the worst and maybe wind up
Somewhere in the middle

And I'm not saying that I know what I want
But I know what I don't, don't want to rot in my room
And never know what could have been
Believe what everyone else tells me is true
Yeah, they say, "True" Yeah
Yeah, they say, "True", Yeah, they say, "True"
That's what they say, they say

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Love'S A Word I Never Throw Around - Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Title: Love'S A Word I Never Throw Around
Artist: Robert Earl Keen
Composer(s): Robert Earl (Jr) Keen

Lyric:
I guess we?ve come full circle
We?re strangers once again
It?s hard to know we?d ever come to this
It?s funny you were saying how you?d miss
The good ole times, while all alone I'm thinking
You?re the one I?ll miss

Love?s a word I never throw around
So when I say I love you ?til the end
I'm talking about ?til the day
They toss me in the ground
Love?s a word I never throw around

I?d like to think you?re leaving
Because I?ve treated you unkind
But maybe you?ve found somebody new
Hell, I know the only reason you?re leaving me behind
Is you?re no longer feeling the way I feel for you

Love?s a word I never throw around
So when I say I love you ?til the end
I'm talking about ?til the day
They toss me in the ground
Love?s a word I never throw around

So I'm going to the country
To spend some time out in the woods
Counting stars and sleeping all alone
I can?t say for certain that it'll do me any good
But it?s time I grew accustomed to being on my own

Love?s a word I never throw around
So when I say I love you ?til the end
I'm talking about ?til the day
They toss me in the ground
Love?s a word I never throw around

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Williamsburg - Lyrics - Armor For Sleep

Title: Williamsburg
Artist: Armor For Sleep
Composer(s): Nash Breen, Anthony Diionno, Peter Decicco, Ben Jorgensen

Lyric:
Hold your own jacket, please
I'm not in the mood
Millions of trains under the ground
This city was a blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg

Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg

Bored again watching the rats
Eat all your food, at least you'll be used to
The place you'll be soon
This city was a blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg

Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg

Do you know how obvious you are?
You were born in New Hampshire but you say you're from the O.C.
Brooklyn is a death bed for clones of the same kids
Stuck in a party that was lame to begin with
Yeah, yeah, lame to begin with

At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be
This city was a blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg

Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You will all die

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The Hunt - Lyrics - A Book Of Human Language (Accompanied By Mumbles) - Aceyalone

Title: The Hunt
Album: A Book Of Human Language (Accompanied By Mumbles)
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Edwin M Jr Hayes

Lyric:
The hunter and the hunted
They hunt for you, they hunt for me
The hunter and the hunted
They hunt for you, they hunt for me

The hunter and the hunted
They hunt for her, they hunt for him
The hunter and the hunted
They hunt for us, they hunt for them

Whenever I'm awake, I look out
Never know when I'll get took out
The hunter likes to sneak behind you
Waiting just to undermind you

Any chance he'll get, he'll blind you
Anywhere you go, he'll find you
There really is no other option
Caught up in the new contraption

To get away is the objection
He smells the scent of your attraction
The predator will get the prey
Pray for your life that you get away

Weigh out the pros and then the cons
Confusion will just lead you
On to the slaughter, by the hunter

The hunter and the hunted
They hunt for food, they hunt for fun
The hunter and the hunted
They hunt to see, the hunted run

The hunter and the hunted
They hunt the strong, they hunt the weak
The hunter and the hunted
A friendly game of hide and seek

The hunt is better than the kill real
Close your eyes and try to feel the steal
Cold metal to your grill, kneel
Wish it was a sleeping pill, peel

His wig and watch, watch his blood spill dead
?The hunt is better than the kill?, they said
?The hunt is better than the kill?, they said
The hunt is better than the kill

The hunt us the thrill and the kill is just the reward for the chase
You never get to see his face, you race
You get away but you leave a trace, a clue
The fox is smarter than the hound, true

That's exactly why they hunt him down, caught
You hear his little heart pound, fear
Murder on the battle ground, dead
The head hunter takes the head
Yeah, he was meant to die before he fled, ha, ha, ha

A good hunter don't hunt for the kill
A good hunter hunts for the hunt
Now, that's a perfect hit right there
That's a perfect shot, that's a clean kill right to the heart
See that

The runner running from the gunner
The gunner's gonna, wanna
Kill him when he see 'em
Done away with

Almost captured
One of these days, I will master the get away
Got away clean, I mean
There's not a way out

I mean, no means, no hide aways, no routes
What's this about the hunt?
What's this about the hunter?
What's this about the hunted?

Now, some will hunt to stay alive and survive
Others hunt to kill a tribe and divide
You can be on either side, of course
Extinction in the hunters eye, no remorse

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The Road To Freedom - Lyrics - Chris De Burgh

Title: The Road To Freedom
Artist: Chris De Burgh
Composer(s): Chris De Burgh

Lyric:
I feel the wind blowing through my doorway
It?s telling me that the summer?s gone
And the winter waits in shadow
Waiting with the storm

I am old and my bones are weary
And my son he is all I have
But he has gone to fight for freedom
Leaving with my heart

All my life I have loved this land
Worked it with my hands
But can this freedom send the rain
When seed is in the ground

Can this freedom heal the pain
And bring my boy back to me again?
Oh oh oh

I watched them sail from the rocks below me
'Twas like the sea in its endless rage
Many fall on the road to freedom
Dying on the stones

All my life I have loved this land
Worked it with my hands
But can your freedom send the rain
When seed is in the ground

Can your freedom heal the pain
And bring my boy back to me again?
Oh oh oh

Late last night as the world was sleeping
I dreamed my boy, he was calling out
'Cos he was lost in some dark forest
And snow was falling down, falling on the ground, ooh

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Slow Drag - Lyrics - Painting The Corners: The Best Of Fastball - Fastball

Title: Slow Drag
Album: Painting The Corners: The Best Of Fastball
Artist: Fastball
Composer(s): Miles Zuniga

Lyric:
Slow drag off a cigarette
Slow drag and I'm lying in my bed
All the world is sleeping like a baby, tonight
I wanna lay you down in the ground, alright

Slow drag and I can't get up now
Slow drag, you've been messing with my mind
And all the world is sleeping like a baby tonight
I wanna see you dead, laying in the muddy ground

You're nothing to me, you're nothing to me
You're nothing to me, no more
You're nothing to me, nothing to me
Nothing to me, no more

And all the world is sleeping like a baby, tonight
I wanna see you dead, laying in the muddy ground

You're nothing to me, you're nothing to me
You're nothing to me, no more
You're nothing to me, nothing to me
Nothing to me, no more

Hey, you're nothing to me, you're nothing to me
Nothing to me, no more, no more, oh
No more

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One Hitta Quitta - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: One Hitta Quitta
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Cedric Coleman, Ricky Terrell Dunigan, Jordan Houston, Patrick Dhane Lanshaw

Lyric:
Yeah, motherfuckers
Pussy niggaz, get the fuck out right now
Real niggaz, put your fist in your mother fucking hand
Like this it's going down

This is for my GD's and my C R I P's
My vice lord's and B L double O D's
This is for my GD's and my C R I P's
My vice lord's and B-L double O D's

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

A nigga knocked out as soon as I stepped thought the door
I guess they thought we playing but I guess they didn't know
We started kicking ass drunk off ass kicking
'Cause we left him there even in slow motion

I'm gone break a nigga jaw break the fucking law
Break him down raw break nigga all y'all
If a nigga violate you in the club
It ain't shit to talk about clock his ass out

I never try to move fast, I just stick to the script
If a nigga talking shit, hit that bitch in the lip
You got something to say about me
You niggas wanna doubt me

You mad, 'cause I get the cash then a nigga out
You won half of the bar nigga fuckin' payment
Kinda hectic when I disrespectite now a playa dead
But it's cool you got to realize something these niggas fake
It's kinda like everything I love another nigga hate

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

Fuck these bitches, I'ma pull this glock on
Nigga come wrong he gon' half to get popped on
Fool acting hard he been listening to da pac song
Don't let this rap music, get your door knocked on

Maybe knocked in with some friends holding bright chrome
Think we playing witcha, boy, nigga bring it on
(Y'all)
Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone
Coward ass bitch gon' be sleeping with the lights on

I'm not a gangsta but this shit is for the Crips and the bloods
GD's vice lords and white boys come claiming to be thugs
I got a one hitta quitta and ain't gon safety ain't on
On these boney knuckles and all

The things you'll soon be regretting
I have a closed captioned Marijuana treated brain
Meaning when you hit the ground
I'll spill it out across the screen

Round one and Wyte ain't got no choice
To beat the compition
Let that mother fucker swing
And show that bitch what he been missing

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

I got a one hitta quitta for any nigga talking shit
You talk shit, they find your body in the ditch
Ain't nothing going on but that triple six
And hypnotize fucking minds, can you handle it?

You in the club trying to show off in front of a bitch
I beat you down and throw the fuckin' six
And go outside and get the extra clip
We make an example out of you, nigga, don't be next bitch

You get chest of eagle beat till your cranium leak
Scarecrow the sandman Double R fucking sleep
When I pull this unit it's intensive care unit
And I steal your blood type so they can't transfuse it

War, war, vet hear the blay, hit the deck
Kaiser Soze, usual suspect
With a one hitta quitta and some shit to disfigure
In your hospital room to finish you off nigga

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

This is for my GD's and my C R I Ps
My vice lords and B L double O D's
This is for my GD's and my C R I Ps
My vice lords and B L double O D's

This is for my GD's and my C R I Ps
My vice lords and B L double O D's
This is for my GD's and my C R I Ps
My vice lords and B L double O D's

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