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ARLO GUTHRIE lyrics

How Can I Keep From Singing?

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My life flows on in endless song Above earth's lamentation. I hear the real, thought far off hymn That hails the new creation Above the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing; It sounds an echo in my soul How can I keep from singing? What through the tempest loudly roars, I hear the truth, it live'th. What through the darkness round me close, Songs in the night it give'th. No storm can shake my inmost calm While to that rock I'm clinging. Since love is lord of Heaven and earth How can I keep from singing? When tyrants tremble, sick with fear, And hear their death-knell ringing, When friends rejoice both far and near, How can I keep from singing? In prison cell and dungeon vile Our thoughts to them are winging. When friends by shame are undefiled, How can I keep from singing?

Thunderhead Hawkins

UNCLE KRACKER "No Stranger To Shame"
I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs cuz' they been cookin' all day [CHORUS] I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just need somebody who can tell me the truth You can keep your opinions You can keep on walkin' I'm gonna raise my glass yeah to Thunderhead Hawkins [REPEAT TWICE] Miss Mary Jane she always looks like a star But the rock n roll banker likes to sleep in his car You won't hear no opry you'll hear six strings And you won't know what to do when you hear Thunderhead sing [REPEAT CHORUS] Now Mr. Hawkins got a family tree He got that their legendary cabin down in Tennessee You know he'll hook up that guitar everybody gather round You stay close to the fire when the sun goes down Old Brother Merle he's always waiting in the wings Only man up in them woods wearin' all them gold rings Old Mr. Hawkins he won't do nobody wrong But he'll he'll tear your heart out with one sad song [REPEAT CHORUS]

The Night The Earth Cried

Gravediggaz "The Pick, The Sickle The Shovel"
[Grym Reaper] I want a queen on every continent So I can escape the government Flee my residence, settle in I'm militant minded, brilliant rhyme whiz The time is now for me to shine, kids are innocent Blinded, society got to be reminded of my diary Cause tragically I carry thee Misery of centuries that's sent to me Not coincidentally intentionally cause mentally I represent the key But it's a double-edged sword see Tryin to be godly is hard Especially in poverty's backyard Where violence has taken over Free enterprise and lies is idolized Cause it's deep inside with Allah, God or Jehovah To guide the lost tribe You're forced to reside on the north side Babylon is never penalized For bein offsides, so many lost lives I wonder how long before the herd dies Today I heard the earth cry for the first time It was the worst time It was the worst time The way I heard the earth cry [Rzarector] I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at home This dates back to 1555 When they captured the first tribe of men And piled them in a pen Fifty feet high They took em all on a 9000 mile ride And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before But read about this inside the ancient books of war Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part The devils cursed God and reversed God And turned God into dog and made people search hard No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados Tobagos, separated us from slave boats Made our own brothers hate us From Virgin Isle to Jamaica Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement You black gods become awaken At night time you can hear the earth cry How many more black gods got to die Before we realize there's no God in the sky The devil tricked us, that's the worst lie At night time I can hear the earth cry How many more black gods got to die You realize there's no God in the sky The devils tricked us, that's the worst lie [Gatekeeper] Peace god for real, not a spook nor a ghost Not unseen but seen and heard most of all I'm god, control nine planets Wisdom revolves around me understand it Science, huh my rhyme's underrated Pyramids built accordin to how we made it to be Many shall come few shall be chosen 32 degrees below zero and you're frozen Power of refinement my rhyme's assignment Is to crush negative bullshit in a line With the fusion Cause that which is beyond 360 degrees is an illusion Either you're deaf, dumb or blind Stupid hypocritical, dumb 85 yo it's time See I without me don't exist God cypher love devine is what I miss Check it like a visual reflection, sorta supernatural Your know your mind detects as bein natural Ultra gammer, the hammer's my energy Compressed to a form of a threat toward my enemy Cypher's a circle that consists of a whole No beginning no ends no sides it's just a hole Like in an event I'm a percent Dealt out a hundred I'm 5, my degree is a black belt Real genuine not authentic Older than the sun moon and stars unprecedented In North America success can be won as a game And knowledge and understanding still one and the same Greatest reward known to mankind That winners never quit and quitters never win in the mind But in time my degrees are gettin deeper Thicker in the subconscious state of the sleeper At night time I can hear the earth cry Wonder how many black gods got to die At night time I can hear the earth cry I wonder how many black gods must die At night time I can hear the earth cry I wonder how many black gods must die At night time I can hear the earth cry I hear her cry (Peace to the earth) I cry

I Dont Know How To Love Him

HELEN REDDY
KEEP ON SINGING Helen Reddy (Keep on singing don't stop singing) (You're gonna be a star some day) (You're gonna make a lot of people happy) (When they come to hear you play) I don't remember mama She died when I was born We lived in a one room shanty But daddy tried to make it a home When I was only six years old I started singing in the streets People would throw me pennies So I could daddy make ends meet They said CHORUS: Keep on singing Don't stop singing You're gonna be a star someday You're gonna make a lot of people happy When they come to hear you play They said keep on singin Keep the bells a ringin Spread the music from town to town There's not enough song in this old world So spread your song around By the time I was 10 years old I had a rock n roll band Daddy's eyes were growing dim But I didn't understand He said he would be so proud of me Each time he'd hear us play At night he'd pull me to his side And daddy would always say CHORUS He didn't have much money But things didn't seem so bad I felt just like the queen of the world When I was with my dad Then one rainy April night Daddy called me to his side He held me with his tremblin hands Right before he died CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS FADE

Leave Me Alone Ruby Red Dress

HELEN REDDY
KEEP ON SINGING Helen Reddy (Keep on singing don't stop singing) (You're gonna be a star some day) (You're gonna make a lot of people happy) (When they come to hear you play) I don't remember mama She died when I was born We lived in a one room shanty But daddy tried to make it a home When I was only six years old I started singing in the streets People would throw me pennies So I could daddy make ends meet They said CHORUS: Keep on singing Don't stop singing You're gonna be a star someday You're gonna make a lot of people happy When they come to hear you play They said keep on singin Keep the bells a ringin Spread the music from town to town There's not enough song in this old world So spread your song around By the time I was 10 years old I had a rock n roll band Daddy's eyes were growing dim But I didn't understand He said he would be so proud of me Each time he'd hear us play At night he'd pull me to his side And daddy would always say CHORUS He didn't have much money But things didn't seem so bad I felt just like the queen of the world When I was with my dad Then one rainy April night Daddy called me to his side He held me with his tremblin hands Right before he died CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS FADE

Paid Dues

Eightball "In Our Lifetime Vol. 1"
featuring OutKast [Eightball] Bitch I ain't got nothing but time so I'ma get out on these cuts and grind keep my mind on cloud twenty nine my player ways keep me with plenty dimes see I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth when a nigga get through cooking up this O Z all night on the block til the sun rise my only friend is a glock with the 4 5 Four five in the mornin it don't stop, day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop) blue lights snap me back to reality I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass, search tha nigga and took about a three in cash, I guess that's better than gettin locked up, or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh! Chorus: Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from, down in the bottoms where they broke some, whips cross a nigga back, way back, and now they wonder why we act, how we act, gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow, afros loud ass Italian clothes, People bar-be-quein in the front yard Money from the first of the month card! [Eightball] If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up, If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up! [MJG] I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit, so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees Ham sam'ich in the driveway, drop top naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone So hit me and I'ma keep my, phone on I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times, if I diss her it'll take a nigga ten lines MJG standing tall and I, won't fold You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't hold on to any woman like a human hand cuff You got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up! (Repeat chorus) [Eightball] If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up, If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up! [Big Boi] How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows, stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves, like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite, been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak Sprite, y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out, below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about, from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah, The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after, no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major, they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker, beats by the layers, of music right here to please you, but if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you, you know I'm talkin bout OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers! (Repeat chorus) [Eightball] If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up, If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up! [Andre Benjamin] You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (ooh), it's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get, the closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand, apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance, so now, throw your filangies in tha ground, I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell around I found negatives niggas they only keep ya down, transmitting from Native American burial grounds I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast Word to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker Word to the motherfucker! (Repeat chorus) [Eightball] If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up, If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

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