ALABAMA lyrics - Songs Of Inspiration II

Church In The Wildwood

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Come to the church by the wildwood Oh, come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning To listen to the clear ringing bells It's tones so sweetly are calling Oh, come to the church in the vale Come to the church by the wildwood Oh, come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale There she sleeps close by the church in the valley Lies one that I love so well She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, neath the willow Disturb not her rest in the vale Come to the church by the wildwood Oh, come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale There close by the site of that loved one Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom When farewell hymns shall be chanted I shall rest by her side in the tomb Come to the church by the wildwood Oh, come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale As the little brown church in the vale

Hé Gràdh, Hò Gràdh

JULIE FOWLIS "Uam"
Hé dear, hò dear My dear is the brown heifer When you go into the byre My dear is the brown heifer When you go into the byre My dear is the brown heifer Your milking pail would be full My dear is the brown heifer. The intelligent brown heifer is my darling Who never kicked me Who produced milk in the open air for me The white milk of the kind heifers. Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers My heifers, hoileagan hì hò my heifers My cattle on each side of the fold. The shaggy heifer is my darling The fetter is tied on its legs Not the common fetter of cattle or horses But the silken fetter from England. Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers My heifers, hoileagan hì hó my heifers My cattle on each side of the fold. Hé gràdh, hò gràdh 'S e mo gràdh 's an t-agh donn Nuair a thèid thu na bhàthaich 'S e mo gràdh 's an t-agh donn. Nuair a thèid thu na bhàthaich 'S e mo gràdh-s' an t-agh donn 'S e do chuman bhiodh làn 'S e mo gràdh-s' an t-agh donn. 'S e mo ghaol-sa, an t-aghan ciallach Cha do thog e chas a-riamh rium Thug e bainne chruidh san t-sliabh dhomh Bainne geala bhon na h-aighean ciallach. Hé hoileagan hì hò m' aighean Hé hoileagan hì hò m' aighean M' aighean hoileagan, hì hò m' aighean Mo chrodh-laoigh gach taobh ‘n a' bhuaile. 'S e mo ghaol-sa an t-aghan caiteach Thig a bhuarach air a chasan Cha bhuarach chruidh na chapuill Ach buarach shìoda thig à Sasainn. Hé hoileagan hì hò m' aighean Hé hoileagan hì hò m' aighean M' aighean hoileagan, hì hò m' aighean Mo chrodh-laoigh gach taobh na bhuaile. Hé dear, hò dear My dear is the brown heifer When you go into the byre My dear is the brown heifer When you go into the byre My dear is the brown heifer Your milking pail would be full My dear is the brown heifer. The intelligent brown heifer is my darling Who never kicked me Who produced milk in the open air for me The white milk of the kind heifers. Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers My heifers, hoileagan hì hò my heifers My cattle on each side of the fold. The shaggy heifer is my darling The fetter is tied on its legs Not the common fetter of cattle or horses But the silken fetter from England. Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers My heifers, hoileagan hì hó my heifers My cattle on each side of the fold.

Put 'em In The Grave

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Servants In Heaven, Kings In Hell"
[Intro: Fat Joe and Prodigy vocal samples] "So who the next to get it?" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo, roll the dro and spark, a bunch of animals like Noah's Ark A rapper so ill, my flow just stole Jehovah's heart My fist 'll break a fuckin' boulder in half When I was young, I'd smack a stick off of your shoulder and laugh I've chosen a path, spoke on my emotional past Spoke on everything from war to how the ocean is vast My flow is too fast, you can't contend with me there Or it's gonna be a massacre, Tiananmen Square My pen is prepared, and so the guns and the swords And death the only thing you get for fuckin' with lords Been stuck in some wars, but Vinnie fought his way out The double jab, right cross what they caught in they mouth I'm callin' 'em out, anyone who fuck wit my fam' Thinkin' that they got away and they was lucky, then blam Buck 'em and scram, don't use the shotty no more They didn't think that Vinnie P was catchin' bodies no more [Hook: Fat Joe, Jay-Z and Prodigy vocal samples] "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is death and doom, my occupation puttin' flesh in tombs Whether or not you shot, the aggression looms I'm the one that speak the language of fate I'm the one that speak the language and the anguish of hate My banger is great, it split the top of your dome Like the book of Revelations for the prophets in Rome I'm locked in the throne, whether you like it or not 'Cause I'm chemically the reason liquid nitrogen hot I'm nice with the glock, nicer with the semi's and Tec's But I'm nicest when I'm clappin' at my enemies neck's They tend to regret ever sendin' me threats 'Cause they know the only thing that they could send me is checks [Hook: Fat Joe, Jay-Z and Prodigy vocal samples] "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I'm like Mark David Chapman with a Salinger book Stalk my enemy and let the fuckin' silencer cook It's down in the book, that my competitors ain't really ready The way my four pound turn your stomach to spaghetti It's like the Serengeti, because it's hot here The way that policia set it on the block here They pushin' rocks here, in the dead of night I take my glock and I point god/point guard like Brevin Knight Your fuckin' men are mice, you shouldn't answer that If my father was still alive, he wouldn't stand for that He wouldn't stand for how you act like a bitch Wouldn't stand for anybody who a rat or a snitch I'm back in this bitch, we was gone for a while 'Til a shorty told me that he heard my song and he smiled I'm strong but I'm wild, they say I drink too much The only problem that I have is that I think too much, pussy [Outro: Jay-Z sample] "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God"

Trouble In The Amen Corner

JIM REEVES "Talkin' To Your Heart"
It was a stylish congregation you could see they'd been around And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother Ayer And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir. His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal chords And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words Well, the choir got so flustered the church was told in fine That Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was going to resign. So the pastor appointed a committee. I think it was three or four And they got in their big fine cars and drove up to Ayer's door They find the choir's great trouble sittin' there in an old arm chair And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair. Said York we're here dear Brother with the vestries approbation To discuss a little matter that affects the congregation Now it seems that your voice has interfered with the choir So if you'll just lay out are you listening Brother Ayer. The old man raised his head a sign that he had hear And on his cheek the three men caught the glitter of a tear His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snow And he answered the committee in a voice both soft and low. I wonder if beyond the tide that's breaking at my feet In that far off heavenly temple where my Master and I shall meet Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing the song of God up higher I wonder if they'll kick me out of there for singing in heaven's choir. A silence filled the little room and the old man bowed his head The committee went on back to town but Brother Ayer was dead The choir missed him for awhile but he was soon forgotten A few church goers watched the door but the old man entered not. Far away his voice is sweet and he sings his heart desire Where are there no church committees and no fashionable choirs. Let me hide myself in Thee...

Jerk Chicken

ACTION BRONSON "Dr. Lecter"
[Action Bronson:] From the Colosseum Block to the Island, "What the blood clot?" Stay designing, always wiling, and we puff pot Queens to Brooklyn, no lies, give 'em 'nought shot Chicken been getting jerked before your little nuts dropped You know the mantra, Tyson in (El Fonta[?]) The i-tal jockey keep me fucking like a monsta' Her landing strip is red like hair that's on Tatanka I'm steady diving in chocolate like Willy Wonka I take a knee and shoot a duck in the air Five minutes, I'm making stuffing filled with truffles and pears I'm lapping "Go," while you only move a couple of squares But still take out some time to do some drugs in the stairs "Freeze! Lay on your stomach," what the popo said My team selling the patties, getting cocoa bread Babylon, them have to catch me, burn up on the irie! Never die, I'ma give it to you my way! Yo, peace to the chicken spot, peace to patty spot Peace to the types of spot that Veggie Castle dready spot The dollar van, the Wallabe and Reggie spot And if a coward wanna rump I give him seven shots [Hook x2:] (Y'all won't test we[?]), I'm in the corner puffing Marley Got the knife inside the booth, hoping they don't shoot Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow [Maffew Ragazino:] Ay, ya no wan' rump with the senior Who lean like he mixed Jamaican rum and tequila Trail a load of hoes from Kingston and Montego Keep dick hard like Rottweiler Mandingo Bob Marley ganja, stuffed up in the fanta Pass dutchie towards San Fransisco Where your nephew bout to bounty kill a punaani Hoes know the movado! Lick a shot for (windsweep[?]) I am living dangerously, Barrington Levy Make the girl wine like Beenie "Sim Simma" Keys to my new bitch bimma, her name Serena Rastafarian reefer got me feeling so irie, tranquil and leisure Berry salmon and jerk chicken Oxtail, gravy on white rice and fried plantain [Outro]

Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy

ELTON JOHN "Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy"
Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero Just someone his mother might know Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics 'Two teas both with sugar please' In the back of an alley While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer For it's hay make and 'Hey mom, do the papers say anything good. Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys Should I make my way out of my home in the woods' Brown Dirt Cowboy, still green and growing City slick Captain Fantastic the feedback The honey the hive could be holding For there's weak winged young sparrows that starve in the winter Broken young children on the wheels of the winners And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change We've thrown in the towel too many times Out for the count and when we're down Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy From the end of the world to your town And all this talk of Jesus coming back to see us Couldn't fool us For we were spinning out our lines walking on the wire Hand in hand went music and the rhyme The Captain and the Kid stepping in the ring From here on sonny sonny sonny, it's a long and lonely climb

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