JAMIE SCOTT lyrics - Park Bench Theories

Weeping Willow

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I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem You just pretend I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark It's not from your heart If she was a psychic there's no way I'd risk it with my future If she was a general I'd charge her with treason 'Cause a weeping willow is falling with grace Falling with grace I show you the river, you show me the stream You just act the scene But if I gave you nothing you'd show me the door so I give you some more If she was a broker there's no way I'd trust her with my future If she was a general I'd charge her with treason Come brothers to Babylon We'll all go marching on and love for all time Weak talking man you'll find no more, no more So carry your future strong If you don't play along love for all time Weak talking man you'll find no more, no more Oh yeah I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem You just pretend I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark It's not from your heart If she was a psychic there's no way I'd risk it with my future If she was a general I'd charge her with treason But a weeping willow is rising with grace Rising with grace Rising with grace Oh look at me now Rising with grace Say look at me now Rising with grace Rising with grace

Rising Of The Moon

JEFFERSON STARSHIP "Jefferson's Tree Of Liberty"
Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell Tell me why you're hurrying so Hush my boy oh hush and listen And his eyes were all aglow I bear orders from the captain Get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together At the rising of the moon Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell Where the gatherin' is to be In the old spot by the river Right well known to you and me One thing more for signal token Whistle up the marchin' tune With your sword upon your shoulder At the rising of the moon Rumors passed along the valley Like a banshee's lonely croon And a thousand blades were flashin' At the rising of the moon All along the singing river That dark mass of men were seen Far above their shining weapons Hung their own immortal green Death to every foe and traitor Foreign strike the marchin' tune And hurrah me boys for Ireland 'Tis the rising of the moon Well, they fought for poor old Ireland And full bitter was their fate Oh what glorious pride and sorrow Fill the name of ninety-eight Yet thank God while hearts are beating Foreign manhood's burnin' noon, We shall follow in their footsteps At the rising of the moon. Death to every foe and traitor Foreign, strike the marchin' tune And hurrah me boys for freedom 'Tis the rising, 'Tis the rising of the moon

The Farmer's Back

Brad Johner
The old man worked on that farm for years Still got dirt comin' out his ears Eighty summers, he can't keep track You can't break the farmer's back He started young, skinny and proud Held his head high, never talked too loud Fed ten mouths from a paper sack You can't break the farmer's back Where's the future, its all in the cards Who made the rules, who's in charge Gotta get outta the red and into the black They can't break the farmer's back, nooo My brother now runs the farm with me We work two jobs just to make ends meat Politicians, they don't know jack They can't break the farmer's back Promises, no relief in site Promises, to be one hell of a fight This could get bigger than the war in Iraq They can't break the farmer's back Where's future its all in the cards Who made the rules, who's charge Next year we'll give ‘er yet a one more crack They can't break the farmer's back, nooo Where's the future, its anyone's guess Who made the rules, taking more for less Next year we'll give ‘er yet a one more crack They can't break the farmer's back They can't break the farmer's back They can't break the farmer's back

Fabulous

JAHEIM "Still Ghetto"
Young cat got back did a little bit, now he hard he buff he tough,doorag and timbs, kind of hard to get a job, back out on the block charge that to the game Young girl she grew up in a rush had it bad, no dad, she don't know who to trust every man she ever loved only wanna grudge charge that to the game [Bridge:] but its all gravy,hey baby shots get popped, the cops shut down the party jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches, we got love for ya'll but ya'll don't know us [Chorus:] Now we swerve in the suburban and switchin lanes spend up all our dough on them chromey thangs, name our kids some funny names, Don't hate on us were fabulous pre paid cellies for local calls lil dons and divas up at the malls rockin cornrolls and twists, thats how we roll don't hate on us we're fabulous [Verse 2:] They met he said how she was a dime, so naive that she beleived every single line, 17 first time slipped up bout to have a child charge that to the game was just us and mom, single family home, she did the best she could, did it all alone, met a man but he won't raise a child that's not his own Oh, no, Oh, no, no [Bridge:] but its all gravy,hey baby shots get popped, the cops shut down the party jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches, we got love for ya'll but ya'll don't know us [Chorus:] Now we swerve in the suburban and switchin lanes spend up all our dough on them chromey thangs, name our kids some funny names, Don't hate on us were fabulous We pay cellulars for local calls hatin kinds of demons up at the malls rockin cornrolls and twist, thats how we roll don't hate on us were fabulous We all that we've got and no matter whatever together we'll weather the storm it ain't alot we all we got it might get rough but it's alright 'cause U-N-I-T-Y is all we need to get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P

Genocid

Adi Smolar
Se vsaka žival mi smili, ampak šèurek ne. Ko kakšnega zagledam, v meni kri zavre. Šèurke jaz ubijam, koker se le da. Le mrtev šèurk je dober šèurk pri men doma! Ne menim se za to, al mlad je ali star. Tudi spol je èisto nepomembna stvar. Etika, morala mene ne skrbi, jaz pravim: Šèurk je kriv dokler je živ, tu dvomov ni! Ubijam jih kot zajce, hitro in brez priè. Za šèurke Hun sem Atila, ta pravi božji biè. Uporabljam sredstva vsa, ki jih imam. Nobene milosti za šèurke ne poznam! Nabavil kemikalij sem za slona ubit. Prav noben mi šèurek veè ne more uit. K jih pipsal, tolkel bom, neusmiljeno škropil, crkaval bodo, jaz pa se bom veselil! Me v zadnjem èasu ta morilska strast že prav skrbi. Si mislim: kolk lahko to vpliva na doloèene ljudi? A veste, neb se èudu, èe bi kdo mi djal, da vsak je general v mladosti šèurke klal! A veste, neb se èudu, èe bi kdo mi djal, da vsak je general v mladosti šèurke klal. Da vsak je general v mladosti šèurke klal. Da vsak je general v mladosti šèurke klal...

No Future

THE JACKA
[Verse 1:] Ridin' with the top down all the time never snow in the Bay till I move the line. Pushin' kicks Shootin' clips cause we don't care. If you ever need me I'll be right there. the mob only got one Chance five prayers. strapped down killers with me but I'm not scared I ain't worried bout Niggaz I'm so prepared. It seems like I don't want nothin right fo real. not in a dream, no life Is treal. so I confess to alot of sins I concealed. get it off my chest (arbic)[?] Allah I be Blessed, back in the streets hustlin' tryin to ice my wrist, it's kinda hard to stay in school Seeing shitlike this. grew up poor seen the door and I couldn't resist. the smack dealer. The young homeboy is fucked up thinking bout da lifes I destroyed. [Chorus: x2] In da drug Business some boy students. time to go hard mom can't pay da rent. Can't see my future in all of da shit and you wonder why we all resort to violence. [Verse 2:] Da jack boi. 400 kilos dipped in wax, crack em open with a baby axe den bust on the packs, Hustlin in da place with coke, pusher in fact. da boi Fed in a Dodge Mag blue on black. it was 100, 00 last month I blew on black seen muthafuckaz die in they teflon vest. I'm in the Royce Gettin high with the tank on F. Hope I say Allahs great with my last breath. it ain't checkers it's Chess, knock you out with my left take yo life with my right den blend into da night. I know the Whole mob tough but we don't fight I rather see yo brains hang on yo coke white [Chorus: x2] In da drug Business some boy students. time to go hard mom can't pay da rent. Can't see my future in all of da shit and you wonder why we all resort to violence. [Verse 3:] I said In da drug Business some boy students. time to go hard mom can't pay da rent. can't see My future in all of da shit da killers in da hood just resort to violence. wanna be in the light But I hate the sirens niggaz hate I'm tired ain't got da line or whateva you can say whateva but Don't cross me never the game been good to me but won't last foreva. a little in the past Wishin times would get betta. da truth of my religion is all I need to remember. [Chorus: x2] In da drug Business some boy students. time to go hard mom can't pay da rent. Can't see my future in all of da shit and you wonder why we all resort to violence.

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