AL STEWART lyrics - Sparks Of Ancient Light

(A Child's View Of) The Eisenhower Years

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You're on your way back home in a brand new station wagon A pile of rolling chrome, ten miles to the gallon Your mother puts her makeup on, you watch her crunch the gears It's a child's view of the Eisenhower years Your father knows what's best, no one to upstage him He thinks he's so well dressed, finds new things to outrage him Elvis on the television, G.I.'s in Korea It's a child's view of the Eisenhower years I don't mind the innocence so much in fact it's charming The comedians have got a certain touch that's so disarming Even though the aliens from space haunt the weekend matinees Super heroes keep the citizenry safe There's a beep in the sky in 1957 A metal ball that flies through Soviet heaven Papers shout the headlines, politicians fan the fears It's a child's view of the Eisenhower years I don't mind the innocence so much in fact it's charming And the girls in their hoop skirts have got a style that's so disarming Even thought the neighborhood is new Everybody looks like you at the soda fountain or the schoolyard too See the baseball fly out across the diamond Jimmy Jones and I we've both got good timing To be born into a greased back world, all hips and teenage sneers It's a child's view of the Eisenhower years

Angel Of Death

Count Raven
The story I tell you is old, in fact the oldest in the world I feel that it must be told, 'til now no one's ever heard Somewere in time there's a school, a boy went there to read and write You were nobody's fool, you quickly learned the game and how to fight Then when he was ten years old his parents got divorced Father was so cold and mother was so forced It hurts so bad inside, he thought it was all his fault He discovered it was a lie, all the things he once was taught Tomorrow's child he cries But only in his mind He gets so cold inside He leaves his ones behind Today he's a full grown man Wife children and a piece of land He's got a steady job, no trouble in the way Suddenly there she stands, again in love he takes her by the hand He tries to tell his wife, he wants this woman to stay in his life Tomorrow's child he cries But only in his mind He gets so cold inside He leaves his ones behind This is not the curse of God, nor of the accuser It's the curse of mankind that makes him an ordinary loser The older says: you can go to hell The younger says: she's crazy He loves them both, they know this well Pride hold them back, they lose him Women of this world today Don't wow this world away A man is fertile all his life, this need is not right to deny I know it is not fair, but it's a fact, it's not that we don't care Only one thing to do Put in the law a man can marry two

Hazeus View

JOEY BADA$$ "B4.Da.$$"
[Intro:] Will I see you through my Hazeus View? Will I see you through my Hazeus View? Will I see you through my Hazeus My Hazeus, my Hazeus , my Hazeus, my Hazeus view [Verse 1:] You ain't running with the apes yet Apex at the empire state neck Hand no crown, my niggas take that In this state of mind, gotta state facts suspect nigga Get your wig pushed back tonight, to 1999 Who'd've thought that 19 I'd be in my prime Throw up the right scheme everything else align Here's a penny for your thoughts another one another one Eventually the dream was bought Now that's a real, real, real mind fuck Might fuck up your mind if you're lighting up Make sure to take a tight [?] if you tough Imma titan, like Zeus I enlighten them Kick flows, till it's kung-fu fighting them Is it him, it is you who was nice as him? I don't see nobody no, no I don't see nobody no, no [Hook x2:] And we probably share a trait or two But I can't see what I can't relate to Hey Jesus will I ever get to see you through my Hazeus View? [Verse 2:] You rap niggas ain't safe yet I keep the bombs in my basement When I detonate you can feel the vibrations I got ya mind shaking and in my right my light gon spark for generations One day my voice will be heard On every radio station cause fate rearranging and changing and this Everyday living in this life I see That in every way they wanna see my life decease But I survive the question is for how long Since my homie died, I been tryin to hold on The happy days of my life is now all gone But I cope with that weed I smoke and writing these songs But it's should I stay should I go? Should I stay should I go? I don't know, I don't know Lord please let me know [Hook] [Verse 3:] Everything cool like in the state of mind At this state in my correct, cool, calm, collect Deflect the corrupt with intellect I talk too much, the jig is up he has risen up From a division of, most kings, with they vision precision for precision His mind splitting, and soul uplifting But still feel so trapped in the solar system [Hook]

O.C.B.

JOEY BADA$$ "B4.Da.$$"
[Hook:] These are the only child blues The only child blues The only child who? yo yo yo [Verse 1:] Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo The pavement on this yellow brick road Fuckin' up my mental My mood just like the tempo Heartbeat, that instrumental I never lack potential Every track is essential Every project is special, abundant and fundamental Give a fuck about hundreds As long as it's for my mental With wisdom from what I've been through Knowledge that some can't get to Understanding that college is only out for a nickel It could all be so simple Tune it to the metronome This how I used to feel back on the metro home Fresh outta class I knew these days, they wouldn't last Just a stepping stone I gotta pass Another story for the lap But fuck it, give him glory when he crash He gettin' revved up, heads up And he's coming fast He paved the lane before the cash They tryna swerve me out of that But I don't just got speed, nigga I handle my ass, pedal to the gas Life is but a getaway dash My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad I'm drawin' weapons with the raps You shoot, I shoot back no questions asked Raise your hands for the realest cat alive [Hook - Variation 2:] The only child blues The only child who? Yo [Verse 2:] And I remember sittin' in my room all alone Starring at my ceiling fan, getting in my zone Mama was never home Woke up one morning, papa was gone Young and lost so I ease my mind to popular songs And of course I sold my mind to music Writing everything I thought Started openin' my mind, then I send in a broad They don't know what my a sinnin' has caused My third eye been blinking since Irv Gotti been Inc. and Murder in stores At least that's how Irv gotta be thinking If I'm takin' a loss and I'm better next week And I'm never weaker Never sinking on the fucking deep end Any shit I missed I prolly peaked it [Hook - Variation 3:] These are the only child blues The only child who? The only child blues What, The only child blues These are the only child who? The only child blues [Outro x2:] Only child blues, OCB OCB Jo-Vaughn clean your room, OCD OCD I used to wanna be like ODB ODB Now I'm a rap star, OMG OMG [Outro skit:] Everything is perception Your perception of yourself or who you are is not what other people think that you are So like for instance, you might say "I'm cool, I don't wear jewelry, I don't this, I don't that" You don't have to

Spanish Johnny

WAYLON JENNINGS "Waylon And Company"
Those other years the dusty years We drove the big herds through I tried to forget the miles we rode And Spanish Johnny too. He'd sit beside a water ditch When all his herd was in And he'd never harm a child But sing to his mandolin. The old talk, the old ways And the dealing of our game Spanish Johnny never spoke But sang a song of Spain. And his talk with men was vicious Talk when he was drunk on gin Ah, but those were golden things He said to his mandolin. [Instrumental] We had to stand, we tried to judge We had to stop him then For the hand so gentle to a child Had killed so many men. He died a hard death long ago Before the road come in And the night before he swung He sung to his mandolin. Well, we carried him out in the morning sun A man that done no good And we lowered him down in the cold clay Stuck in a cross of wood. And the letter we wrote to his kinfolk To tell them where he'd been And we shipped it out to Mexico Along with his mandolin...

Spanish Johnny

Harris Emmylou "Evangeline"
(Paul Siebel) Those other years, the dusty years We drove the big hers through I tried to forget the miles we rode And Spanish Johnny too He'd sit beside a water ditch when all this herd was in And he'd never harm a child but sing to his mandolin The old talk, the old ways, and the dealin' of our game But Spanish Johnny never spoke, but sing a song of Spain And his talk with men was vicious talk When he was drunk on gin Ah, but those were golden things he said to his mandolin We had to stand, we tried to judge, we had to stop him then For the hand so gentle to a child had killed so many men He died a hard death long ago before the road come in And the night before he swung he sung to his mandolin Well, we carried him out in the mornin' sun A man that done no good And we lowered him down in the cold clay Stuck in a cross of wood And a letter we wrote to his kinfolk To tell them where he'd been And we shipped it out to Mexico, along with his mandolin

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