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Celtic Folk lyrics

Loch Lomond

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Loch Lomond By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'. where me and my true love were ever wont to gae On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. Chorus: O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road, An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye; But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. 'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomon', Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view, An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'. (chorus) The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring, And in sunshine the waters are sleepin'; But the broken heart it kens nae second spring, Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin' (chorus) ................................................................ The song was apparently written by a young soldier to his sweetheart. Two of Bonnie Prince Charlies soldiers were captured in Carlisle after the abortive rising of 1745. One wrote the song, the other was released and took it back to Scotland to give to his colleagues sweetheart. The low road refers to the soldiers impending death and the path of his spirit, whilst the high road is either the sign of hope for which he sacrificed his life, or the actual road back to Scotland over the high rugged hills. Hence, his spirit would return via the low road and be back in Scotland first. .................................................................

Road To Riches

ATMOSPHERE "Strictly Leakage"
[Verse 1] When I was five years old I used to hear funk and soul Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo Looking at the photos, buggin on the names With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations I got older and bought my own records By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh And that's my pride, no time for white rides Kept on the grind and I stayed inside I was sort of a poser how I had my friends over Cutting up till we wrecked that direct drive loader Mom's turntable went through hell A whole lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach myself The records got stuffed cause the parties was rough But I still showed up to try to rock some cuts, what And I was young but the bigger kids reached out Give me five minutes on decks to freak out The type to get it right, maybe one night I be rapping bout my life on the cordless mic No matter how it look, always kept one foot Between records and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My name is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the... [Verse 2] I used to stand on the block selling four track tapes Trynna make enough papes to buy more blanks There was all kinds of hits, backpacks and drips Sweatshirts running network and guess and cred The word was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds Wasn't long till we took the lead Twin cities was little and the winter was bitter Getting bigger and bigger, they started taking my picture For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew quit Got jobs and a family, they just couldn't handle it Lice and rhyming, living like a roach On the ground and broke, holding onto the Hulk In a small town scene we stole like a thief No time to sleep with politics and beef, huh They all pussies, dicks and assholes Collecting stripes from little freestyle battles Many mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip Even with no chips we'd take them road trips Loyal members of the crew had my back to death G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and Stress All we had was rhymes, coming offa the mind For the first time in my life everything felt fine The turntables turn while the DJ's mix it I didn't know I was on the road to the... [Verse 3] The pop that rocks for props, he eventually stops And maybe hops on some desktop guest spots The gangster's muscle, are up in the puzzle But if their raps are wack they go back to the hustle I was the one on the opposite side of smoking a gun Taught me how to rhyme and how to run Make or break it, the hater's can't say shit Stayed awake late night in Ant's basement Take notes, spray painted the paved road The tapes sold, got lucky with scapegoat, huh That means work, in other words sewer van Peace to J-Berg, the man with the core plan Seeds get planted, hands get handshakes Damn straight, gonna keep goin till the man breaks And MC's who wanna make ends meet out on my route But never ever keep friendly Stack the blocks, catch that fox Rhymesayers locked on the Mid-West crops Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to shoulder Sold out the shows and give the groupies to my chauffer New tour dates, take the money, put out more tapes And call it foreplay, ready for the war games Sew it up and then FUCK with the snitches Atmosphere on the road to the riches... bitches! [Scratches] "The money it counts steep" - [Kool G Rap]

Chattanooga City Limit Sign

I was thumbin' a ride one Saturday mornin' Outta Nashville totin' my sack I lent my car to a gal that lived in Chattanooga And she hadn't never brought it back She was drinkin' pretty heavy when I let her have it I hope she knows it was only a loan Ain't no tellin' what I might have told her back at the time But that ole car was also my home About five miles out I was gettin' kinda tired Sweatin' hard and feelin' kinda weak I woke up with no cigarettes and nothin' to drink And I hadn't had a bite to eat My nerves was so quick I couldn't tell where I was shakin' Then a set of brakes sang my song Some fella stuck his head out a '57 Chevy And hollered hey man come on I told 'em I was headin' down to Chattanooga They said hop in we're goin' there too And the way they took off in a cloud of smoke I still ain't believin' it was true They had their windows down and I was sittin' in the back With my tongue still hung in my throat He was hittin' just about a hundred and ten And he said man what you think of this boat Well there was two semi's a strugglin' up ahead One tryin' to pass the other They had the whole road blocked so he passed 'em on the right And let me tell you somethin' brother I was so nervous that my teeth was clickin' There wadn't no way my head could think Then the one that was sittin' on the passanger side Turned and said hey man you want somethin' to drink I just shook my head cause I couldn't talk He said okay and then he said cheers Them fools was drinkin' whiskey and wine And chasin' it down with beer Well I started sweatin' that ol' sticky sweat And I know I was white as a sheep Then one turned the radio on wide open And said hey man check that beat By the time we reached the top of Monteagle I thought I heard a rumblin' sound And then I saw a sign that said fallin' rock And right there I was floorboard bound I was rollin' and squirmin' on the ol' floorboard Too weak to sit or stand And then the driver said we're doin' a hundred and twenty Look here man no hands I got up enough nerve to raise up and look And by now there couldn't be no surprise But his hair was blowin' all over my face And dandruff blowed in both eyes He never did drive on the right or left He just kept on ridin' that line I rubbed my eyes and saw the prettiest thing The Chattanooga city limit sign He slowed down and I said Mister please I'd like to get off right here He said aw ride on into town with us We're gonna go down and pick up some more beer I said please once more and he stopped the car And then he handed me my sack Said they'd look for me on the road later on In case I wanted to catch a ride back I got out and sat down by the side of the road Feelin' sick and lookin' mighty pale I don't remember anything much after that But next mornin' I woke up in jail I didn't know anybody in my cell And didn't wanta ask why was there But they all kept grinnin' and turnin' their heads And it was more than my head could bear So I called the jailer and I asked him to tell me Why I was there if he'd be so kind He said for stoppin' the traffic while I was huggin' and kissin' The Chattanooga city limit sign

I've Been Everywhere

JOHNNY CASH "Unchained"
I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road, When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load. "If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride." And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside. He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand. And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land!" [Chorus:] I've been everywhere, man. I've been everywhere, man. Crossed the desert's bare, man. I've breathed the mountain air, man. Of travel I've had my share, man. I've been everywhere. I've been to: Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota, Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota, Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma, Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma, Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo, Tocapillo, Baranquilla, and Perdilla, I'm a killer. [Chorus] I've been to: Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana, Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana, Monterey, Faraday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa, Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa, Tennessee to Tennesse Chicopee, Spirit Lake, Grand Lake, Devils Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete's sake. [Chorus] I've been to: Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika, Schefferville, Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica, Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport, Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond du Lac, Davenport, Idaho, Jellico, Argentina, Diamantina, Pasadena, Catalina, see what I mean-a. [Chorus] I've been to: Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravelbourg, Colorado, Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado, Larimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chatanika, Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika, Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City, Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity. [Chorus] (I've been everywhere)

Thunder Road

The screen door slams Mary's dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside Darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the night You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright Oh and that's alright with me You can hide 'neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a saviour to rise from these streets Well now I'm no hero That's understood All the redemption I can offer, girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now Except roll down the window And let the wind blow Back your hair Well the night's busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heaven's waiting on down the tracks Oh-oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road Oh Thunder Road Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold Thunder Road Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my car's out back If you're ready to take that long walk From your front porch to my front seat The door's open but the ride it ain't free And I know you're lonely For words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they're gone On the wind, so Mary climb in It's a town full of losers And I'm pulling out of here to win

Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot 174 and autobahn is where the cash drop Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild 'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's style [?] Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow Hands down, one motherfucker 260 combined, here to bring the ruckus The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight [Hook:] Yo, get off the next man's P.P Be original, kid, get off the P.P Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up I like my bitches big-body like an old truck With their waists sliced inches like the cold cuts Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded German shift, twist, burn to bliss I love it when the pussy tighter like a tourniquet Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it [Hook]

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