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Buck O Nine lyrics

Who Are They?

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They say coffee makes me nervous They sy that alcohol spins me round They say that I've got some questionable behavior And I suspect, it's all written down. Who are they? And where do they get their information Who are they? And where do they get their know Who are they? Hey, why do they think they know They say I should stop acting like a kid They say HEY, what's behind them shades? They say i'm always sittin an writin in a little book They've noticed my car it don't have plates They've showed up at my favorite place for lunch They know where I like to go to be alone Are they a network of experts who don't even have a name And I still don't know who the hell they think they are

Round Here

GEORGE MICHAEL "Patience"
(George Michael) My daddy got here on the gravy train I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game They went walking and she took his name Round here There was dancing in the afternoons those days Waiting tables, chasing girls with the money he made It was 1957, and love felt the same, love felt the same Frightened little girl, she makes a break Into the arms of... something better Round here I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark Waiting patiently to make my mark Round here And I remember my first day at school And I remember trouble, and thinking I was so cool I remember it all, like yesterday Don't you Every time I try to leave this place Something inside says, 'You can do better' Round here So come with me, let me show you where I've lived I want to put my hands in this earth again Music fell like rain to the streets The Specials and The Jam, to The Beat Even though I think I've seen everything there is to see of this world I gotta be thankful that this crowded space Is the place of my birth When all that I wanted, was to be someone. Two little Hitlers in an old church hall Some cheesy covers and those neighbours that banged on the walls Andy says it's time to show them all Round here Please sir, we two have other plans Please sir you would not understand, What's going on Is magical, can't you see That some of us do more than dream Every time I try to leave this place Something inside says, 'Keep on keeping, on and on....' Around here So come with me, let me show you where I've lived I want to put my hands in this earth again Music fell like rain to the streets The Specials and The Jam, ABC Even though I think I've seen everything there is to see of this world I gotta be thankful that this crowded space Is the place of my birth My birth, In this town, Yes I guess I got to be someone To be somebody In the Beautiful city This place I call home These streets of London It's everything I know (everything and everybody) On the streets of London I want to thank you My daddy got here on the gravy train.

Medicine Man

Barclay James Harvest
Didn't anybody see his hand move faster Than the lightning in his eyes Oh! what a cold surprise the flying horses cried And didn't anybody want to ask the calliope To call the tune The flying horses crooned but did not know The Medicine Man sits on the stage Eats fire and water, earth and air while we all stare The silver blade burns bright And tells us to beware Of mirrored passages that throw a thousand images Of younger days The wheel spins slower as it calls us back to play Round and round now we go Shout your name to the wind As it spins by your side Coloured lights echo as the sound slips on by Could that have been me?

Coffee Shop

KOTTONMOUTH KINGS "High Society"
We love it in the palace when we smokin' off the chalice, Quiet as a mouse on the couch we sit, Fillin' the pouch eatin' sour patch kids, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table, Sampled em all one by one I was able, They all taste good, defeated to smoke, Next the two footer, I wanted to choke, First morning over seas I'm up a quarter to seven, Wakin' up on a boat a floatin' tokers' heaven, I head to the future to where I got the future roller, A hash with a special loader, Hey yo, roll up the chiva, the paper the comb, Insert the filter, head rush, mind blown, I call it bluff if the herb ain't quality, I'm hunting for the dankiest buds in the country, Well I dismissed all rookies with the keyfast cookies, And I head to redlight just to get a little lookie, Hit the green house, too crowded, Just checked out the entry, Smoked so much weed I got the highest in the century, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, I'm in the mellow yellow, hello, hello, Smokin' double purple just me an my girl, Richter shows up ready to puff, We start smokin' snuff, don't bluff no more skunk, The PT Bump the last of the bunch, The dirty dirty smoke, we all passed the hump, I'm all up in my high so I played a little pinball, Gave my girl a kiss we jump like pitfall, Ding ding to another level, Higher, getting higher, we sat down at the table, Breakin' up strands got mad amounts of herbs, Observe my headache kid i was high as a blimp kid, Now I'm Johnny Richter never say that I'm done, Smokin' vaps all day I got that golden lung, Blunts and backs 40 sacks pipe to his bong, I even saw a po po puff a bowl from a gun, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, Why does everybody keep on planting bud seeds, It's obvious to me that it's fulfilling some need, A plant is a power like a human is a being, Put the seed in fertile soil then continue to feed, Whoa! Sit back and watch it grow, The miracle of life is so beautiful, Don't ever let them tell you mother nature is a bitch, Love and restrict only benefit the rich, Loaded with hash eight-teen is the winner, You get the picture I started to shiver, I'm as high as can be with my girl and weed, I'm insistology overseas stay high, John Rastafari handles my business, Licorice sticks at a flick of the wrist, Coffee Shop stop but some mocha and some crop, Amsterdam where they legalize pot, Yo Coffee Shop stop this daze my last strange, Slapped on my shades as I step into the rain, Try to regain up your and refrain, Johnny Richter's playin' games, High as fuck ridin' trains took a plane to the cup cannabis, You know it got me so lit I forgot what song is this, I'll never miss another year you know I wish you were here, Heinekens all day and grips of krypt with my beer, I'm on a paid vacation, Smokin' purple silver hazin', The back of the cad '82, rippin' out the pap, The herb makes me wiser and quality taste smoked out the whole place, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home

Far Away Coast

DROPKICK MURPHYS "Do Or Die"
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan - Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast For fear of an atmosphere poisened deceased With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death It's American soil I hope for at best But the duty I serve can't begin to compare To my ancestors battles and wars throught the years Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I pray for my home but still sit here in hell chorus: Sail away to a place that's unkown taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call sacred a place I call hell I long for that corner I once knew so well Go to the grind it's all that I have Work on and on with nothing to show But a graying face in this dying place Thats a lock in my solitude I think of a place on a faraway coast Where friends are dear and there's reason to toast A cloudy dark images of a Middle East land Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land chorus:

The Courtroom

Carman
If tonight you stood in heaven's court; to seek eternal favour... Would you face Jesus Christ as Judge; or face Him as your Saviour? There are many who don't quite know for sure; what that verdict would be...Ever... So lets imagine for a moment you are standing dead center... In the Courtroom of Forever... (instrumental) Sitting before you is a structure; massive and intense. It's here where your fate will be determined; before this Judge's bench... Then a voice booms: This Court's now in session. And your adrenaline starts to rush. Peering down with eyes; that see through your soul.. Is God the Father, your Judge. Then off to your left; across the room... Is the virtual sillouette of sin. Stepping out of the shadows of condemnation; your worst nightmare walks in. On his face is the smirk of evil incarnate; his mind fixed on your destruction in Hell. You've just been introduced to you prosecuting attorney; none other than Satan himself. The Bible says he's the accuser of the brethren; so guess what he's gonna do. He's gonna accuse you of your sins; and he knows them all...Both the old ones and the new. He's prepared his case for years; now the golden moment is his. So in arrogance he presents his case to the Judge; and it comes out sounding something like this... God, you see this worthless piece of trash over here! This one is a sinner to the core! This one's commited adultery, cursed his neighbors, stolen money, been into drugs, alchohol and even more! This hopeless wretch has even slammed his friends! And by the guilty face, this courtroom can tell. That through immoral incertainty beyond any reasonable doubt, this one deserves eternal judgement in Hell! The words of accusation still echoed; your every sin thrown up in your face... Then God opens the book; with every deed that you courted... And reviews your records of disgrace. God says The book says you did this, this, and this and everything you were accused of today. Now before I sentence you to Hell forever; are there any last words you have to say? ...Now if it's true you were standing there; in the Courtroom of Eternity. With God to your front, and Satan-the prosecuter-to your left. There's one remaining eternal truth; one that's crucial to remember... One you should never, ever, ever forget... Then, on the other side of the Courtroom... (doom music) I said, on the other side of the Courtroom... (doom music) You ain't hearing me tonight; I said, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COURTROOM! (doom music) ...Is the one and only Son of God; revealed in time and space. And he's your defense attorney; who has never lost a case! It's not Buddha, Muhammad, or Christana(wrong); or any others who succumb to death! Ladies and gentlemen; on the other side of The Courtroom, is Jesus Christ of Nazereth! Then Jesus jumps up, says: Now what a minute God! I got something to say! May I remind you that on a cross 2000 years ago, I washed his sins away! I was crucified, I died, they put me in a tomb--but long about the midnight hour--the power of God hit me and I walked out of that grave, alive and well with ressurection power! Then the devil says: It's in the book! It's written in the book! Check the book! God said: Okay. Then He takes the book out, lays it open and says: Now we'll see what this book has to say. He turns to the first page... The second page... The third... By the fourth, the devil seemed shook... God closes it, says: The blood of Jesus must of worked...Because there's absolutely nothing in this book. The devil says: Now what a minute, check that book again! All his sins are written down, they're all right there! God says: Devil, maybe you're mistaken all together. Maybe it's this other book down here... Devil cries: NO!! Not that book! Not that one! God said: Devil, why you so uptight? God sets the book down... The dust flies... And on the cover it says: The Lamb's Book of Life! (singing) Is your name in that book? Is your name in that book? Is your name in that book for sure? If you've been forgiven... And your name is written... Then raise your hands-praise the Lord. Yes, my name's in that book... My name is in that book... My name is in that book tonight... I've been forgiven... And I know my name is written... In the Lamb's Book of Life... (three blows of the mallet) This court is ajourned... (fade out)

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