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CHRIS DE BURGH lyrics - Best Moves

Spanish Train

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There's a Spanish train that runs between Quadalquivir and old Saville, And at dead of night the whistle blows, and people hear she's running still... And then they hush their children back to sleep, Lock the doors, upstairs they creep, For it is said that the souls of the dead Fill that train ten thousand deep!! Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side, His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died, But above his bed just a-waiting for the dead, Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye, Well God's not around and look what I've found, this one's mine!! Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light, And shouted at the devil, Get thee hence to endless night!! But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned, But there's no need to push me around, I got him first so you can do your worst, He's going underground!! But I think I'll give you one more chance said the Devil with a smile, So throw away that stupid lance, It's really not your style , Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play right here on this bed, And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the souls of the dead!! And I said Look out, Lord, he's going to win, The sun is down and the night is riding in, That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line, Oh Lord, he's going to win!.. Well the railwayman he cut the cards and he dealt them each a hand of five And for the Lord he was praying hard or that train he'd have to drive... Well the Devil he had three aces and a king, and the Lord, he was running for a straight, he had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades, All he needed was the eight... And then the Lord he called for one more card, but he drew the diamond eight, And the Devil said to the son of God, I believe you've got it straight, So deal me one for the time has come to see who'll be the king of this place, But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak, he slipped another ace... Ten thousand souls was the opening bid, and it soon went up to fifty-nine, but the Lord didn't see what the Devil did, and he said that suits me fine , I'll raise you high to hundred and five, and forever put an end to your sins , But the Devil let out a mighty shout, My hand wins!! And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win, The sun is down and the night is riding in, That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line, Oh Lord, don't let him win... Well that Spanish train still runs between, Quadalquivir and old Saville, And at dead of night the whistle blows, And people fear she's running still... And far away in some recess The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess, The Devil still cheats and wins more souls, And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best... And I said Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win, The Sun is down and the night is riding in, That train is still on time, Oh my soul is on the line, Oh Lord, you've got to win...

The Lord Loves The Drinking Man

Chesnutt Mark
The Lord loves the drinking man He sent honky tonk angels To the promise land I hear that he can turn the water to wine Any man that can do that oh he is a good friend of mine I've been baptized in beer, I'm here to testify I was speaking in tongues when I came home last night Some folks say I'm living in sin but I know the Lord loves the drinking man Well the preacher man he told me boy you ain't no good The devils gonna getcha best start acting like you should Oh, the cold beer and bright lights, staying out all night Good book it tells me boy your souls going to burn Momma says son you heading down the wrong road They don't let honky tonkers up in heaven I've been told But don't you worry momma, I see you up in heaven I've been thinking bout and I come to this conclusion now The Lord loves the drinking man He sent honky tonk angels To the promise land I hear that he can turn the water to wine Any man that can do that oh he's a good friend of mine I've been baptized in beer, I'm here to testify I was speaking in tongues when I came home last night Some folks say I'm living in sin but I know the Lord loves the drinking man Well my Daddy said son your living your life all wrong Lighting going to strike you down before to long The man upstairs he don't like what you do When you reach those pearly gates you aint getting threw Well I've been thinking got a brand new plan I'm going to start a little church down at the Stumble Inn Yeah that's right, I'm going to start my own religion Well be drinking and a dancing at the church of Hank Williams yah The Lord loves the drinking man He sent honky tonk angels To the promise land I hear that he can turn the water to wine any man that can do that oh he's a good friend of mine I've been baptized in beer, I'm here to testify I was speaking in tongues when I came home last night Some folks say I'm living in sin but I know the Lord loves the drinking man Yeah he does The Lord loves the drinking man He sent honky tonk angels To the promise land I hear that he can turn the water to wine Well any man that can do that oh he's a good friend of mine I've been baptized in beer, I'm here to testify I was speaking in tongues when I came home last night Some folks say I'm living in sin but I know the Lord loves, I hope he does, the Lord loves the drinking man

The Farmer And The Lord

JIM REEVES "Talkin' To Your Heart"
[Spoken] While resting the other evening by the side of the road I saw an old farmer in the field that he just sowed His face was all brown and wrinkled from the sun and the wind And he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friend. Well sir, he said with his voice calm and quiet Them corn tassels need stackin' I got no strenght to tie it Had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty And it's been so unbearable hot that the kids were even gettin' fussy. Now that grass down and the pasture it should be knee high If we could just have a little shower Lord, It might keep the calf from going dry Oh but listen to me talking you'd think I wasn't grateful Why if you didn't know me so well Lord You'd think I was down right hateful. You'd think I frogot about that new calf that you sent And the money in the mail that took care of the rent Mama's cough's better and Johnny's home from the navy And that good Sunday dinner of chicken and dumplings and gravy. And that new preacher you sent us Lord he's sure a fine young man Why he's just convertin' them sinners to beat the band Well guess I'll mosey on home now Lord I won't take no more your time. Guess there's plenty folks here about waitin' to ring your line Evening to you Lord and watch us over tonight And don't you worry about us now Lord 'Cause everything is gonna be all right...

Go Now Your Lord Is Dead

Deicide "Scars Of The Crucifix"
Holy bible, instrument of death, book of fools and ignorance Without a trace, to the other side, faith in god atlas has died. Aged and faded, Christianity, dying down in it's disease, Heaven hated, never know his love, leave you where you have begun, Testaments to the contradiction, death to you for the souls you save, unify his masses. Sacrifice to the crucifixion; you deserved to die this way, Go now your lord is dead. Human failure, Christians crucified, on the cross of Christ design, God's creation, rule this world with lies, and the truth will leave you blind, No more Jesus, evil axe to grind, choose the path that we desire. Christ religion, genocide is near watch your churches disappear. Condescending ancient wisdom, solitude begot this day, The light surpassing, Without a place of worship, the sheep have been displaced, Go now your lord is dead

A Couple Ideas

Agans Craig
The downstairs girls have alot to say about the uptown boys that always get their way There's a loner on the corner and a stoner on the border A schizo who's two faces eyes show lots of empty spaces Next to a workingman, who does intend to make a stand in front of his dead end.. If anyone has got the nerve to try him.. The local columnist writes his word he's flying the flag of all he calls absurd and the body politic, of the town, is working thru a panic to elect a clown.. And the never ever boy endeavours on a clever ploy his motive like a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing else for to live the tracks he's on end.. and he has got to walk.. It's just an idea that i'm tryin to say.. There's more than black and white that make up gray.. Nothin' won't move that's not in my way.. Can't you hear that train, cause it's comin' It's a loud one.. This morning i poked myself in the eye it wasn't the only reason i had to cry.. Someone i know is quite misleading, she doesn't go where she's leading Her present's no longer her past, she's still always first class.. Others i know, are all too clear in making it well known that they've got nothing to fear Except their boss, because, he can fire them.. The unqualified beggars' lifes gone up in smoke now he finds it hard, to take a joke.. To the burning of fires and a squeeling of tires a cutting of wires in a circle of liars The law stretches far, to reach it's mark and there's nowhere you can hide when it's after dark and you're paranoid, you can never be alone.. It's just an idea that i'm tryin' to say there's more than black and white that make up gray There's nothin' won't move that's not in my way can't you hear that train, cause it's comin', it's a loud one.. A poet's been down, but now he's on the rise on forbidden thoughts he will theorize On a paradise lost, an exaggerated cost A well shined gloss, and a summer frost Flying like rockets thru writings in red are the ghosts of great spirits, both alive and dead Standing on the corner where the bricks are piled high and the first floor windows touch the sky.. and looking up, there is nothing left to say..

89.9FM Nighttrain Promo

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
(whats up this is Aesop Rock for wkcr, check it) I traded my title as bent pedestrian for passenger status, to coast muted. Finding the night train mildly therapeutic. Rugged hacker flashing mood full of swings, Beneath this puppet master pulling my strings, Leaking smoke rings singing... (God, despite what's measured is honestly magnificent) Syndicate sold to children, building homes for my omnipotent platoons. Nah I don't think the blueprints drafted tilted in the tombs, Tampering hampered scampered well beyond the dooms. We bloomed the matter down to those most beautifully discrete, Applying yesterdays models, stand obsolete amongst colossals (amongst colossals) Comply not to enforce us, aborted claiming they came off. Sort of stabbed them with the capital 'A' that sets my name off. Sick of it all, Sick of the stall, Sick of the thick, brick in the wall sob stories, the falls, the tragic hate calls. Shaking like magic eight balls, pausing to watch the vapors crawl. My clique heeds lessons I'll be noted from kids sisters paper dolls. We lining up along against these great walls, Circling analytical, Rhetorical inquiries yet x is not applicable, kid. Your flash motto we as orphans repeated, You talking concrete examples with glass bottoms cause defeated kid, I'm heated. Its flight of the intruder and we all fall down. Conditions of never blends science with religion Cut my character cleansed in esoteric opulence, But finding no intrinsic merit in your sense. Well isn't that bewildering? Drunken distortion and spit the filter in. Mic sweltering measures like melting my rings together and you never Seen I, Aesop Rock, flop for the love of eighty-nine point nine, I'm here to ride upon the night train... (yeah wkcr 89.9 ... here for the night train ... whats up to my man apex, kinetic, dj ely, baz, my man dub el on productions, the mighty Jer, my man patrick, blockhead, mr roper, omega one, my man hates one, percy p andre ... stay up ... its like that ... its big aesop rock signing off)

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