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JETHRO TULL lyrics - Dot Com

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Stormy-eyed on the edge of dawn: nose pressed against the triple glaze. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, silent traffic streams both ways. Along the fussy freeway drivers dream of sunday barbecues. Of a sudden, seems I can barely face my self: no face to lose. Call the bosses. Call supervisors. Won't be in today to work for you. that girl who's working nights. She can dress down for this wind and rain. Leave her new korean compact: let some cabbie take the strain. Take a shower. Take big espresso. Take to the hills, and take a view. Little black dress stretching over hard crystal peaks: soft valleys too. Call the bosses. Call for nurses. Unfit today to work for you. No wet excuses. Absent without leave. I'll be her dayshift driver: exotic engineer. Stormy-eyed on the edge of night: (December, eastern time: late afternoon.) Atlantic City tight behind. Trump Casina calls pontoon. Gristle-burger, frazzled fries end this romantic interlude. Tomorrow morning's sweet awakening could hardly prove to be as rude. Make the journey. Make amends. Work some hasty overtime in lieu. No wet excuses. Absent without leave. I'll be her dayshift driver: exotic engineer.

I Gotta Eat

JAE MILLZ "Dead Presidents 2"
[Verse 1:] Fred, know how we all cake – brick of raw weight Picture me gettin' rich, not using poor traits I orchestrate to pay bills I can shoot a jump shot with a bag of money, Jae Millz What up, sir? Got the bright tan fur On the phone with the left hand while the right hand stir Think about all the money we run through Won't stop 'til my niggas get 150 a bundle I'm on the block, holler – top dollar I'm talkin' G money, like Nino with the Rottweiler Blackjack at the casino with some guap fallin' Sit back just like in the back of that Impala TV and block work, I'm on it, what? Fred hot out here, now I'm warming up Millz hit my phone and said he got a beat Well bring a fork and a plate, nigga, I gotta eat [Hook:] Crusin' in my jeep Thinkin' of a master plan, why these niggas sleep? And while these niggas sleep, I'm out here in these streets Chasin' dead presidents 'cause a nigga gotta eat... Yeah nigga, I gotta eat No food on the table, then the fam' can't sleep I pray to God I don't kill a nigga But if I do, God'll be with it, nigga [Verse 2:] Only time can tell how the clock tick Cold-ass Coupe, R&B hot chick Three personalities, call me tri-polar Heard my enemy got cancer – good, he'll die slower I'm thinkin' death – 'cause life seems scary Just pass the gravy, on his whole 'hood, Hail Mary I ain't chillin'... 'Til the mansion four floors, all the walls got awards And my team ain't gotta work Niggas say my time is comin', it'd better hurry 'Cause millions I'm tryna bury before I'm buried My chick early twenties but she think like she 30 Yeah, she roll with me, so I gotta make her closet ferry That 850, I got a nigga savin' his chips 'Cause right along with that I need the four-door 6 Grand Coupin', translucent roofin' That's why my grind's stupid, stupid... [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yes - I ain't ask to be boss, but I appear to Teks under the seat, keep checkin' the rearview Never duck when it's beef, bread, I give a clear view Feel who in the streets? Come try me, I dare you Damn kids don't understand, live Just know to die or ride for who their fam' is After the dark, Allah, scram in my man's crib Word is, niggas ain't rob him, but his man did (damn shame) We keep that in the circle Three stacks for the purple, you need that if it's work, dude See? Always pullin' on these two straps like Urkel Move back, I'll hurt you – shoot back and merk you I call it extortin', y'all call it payin' dues Like I'm dolo at a table with a plate of food Up North is dead 'til it's read in the Daily News Player's Ball, I play the wall in my gator shoes [Hook]

Lather

JEFFERSON AIRPLANE "Crown of Creation"
Lather was thirty years old today, They took away all of his toys. His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, About his old friends who'd stopped being boys. There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three, His leather chair waits at the bank. And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old, Commanding his very own tank. But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, To lie about nude in the sand, Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps, And thrashing the air with his hands. But wait, oh Lather's productive you know, He produces the finest of sound, Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, Snorting the best licks in town, But that's all over... Lather was thirty years old today, And Lather came foam from his tongue. He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said, Is it true that I'm no longer young? And the children call him famous, And the old men call him insane, And sometimes he's so nameless, That he hardly knows which game to play... Which words to say... And I should have told him, No, you're not old. And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.

Lying

AMY MEREDITH "Restless"
I woke up again last night, You smell of him, do we need to call the doctor I don't know where you've been Was it worth it, was it worth it Sit tight, this might Be the first time that I caught you out You got to think twice, this might, Be the last time that I call you by your name I know your lying to me, Cause your palms start to sweat And your knees are getting heavy Eyes closed, Your lying to me when your heart starts to race, And your feet are getting ready Your fumbling for the phone on the wall There's nobody left to call Cause there's no one out there It's hard to believe that no one can see the writing on the wall I woke up again last night. Let the party begin And we'll live happily ever after I'm making you wait outside Cause I'm worth it yeah I'm worth it Dressed to impress now Looking your best And you wanna get away from me But you're obsessed with the sex girl Should I confess that you never got the best from me I know your lying to me, Cause your palms start to sweat And your knees are getting heavy Eyes closed, Your lying to me when your heart starts to race, And your feet are getting ready Your fumbling for the phone on the wall There's nobody left to call There's no one out there It's hard to believe that no one can see the writing on the wall Don't stop now you're ready to go We're at the best part of the show Turn the lights out it's over. The nights just about to explode I know your lying to me, Cause your palms start to sweat And your knees are getting heavy Eyes closed, Your lying to me when your heart starts to race, And your feet are getting ready Your fumbling for the phone on the wall There's nobody left to call There's no one out there It's hard to believe that no one can see the writing on the wall Don't stop now don't stop now Turn the lights out it's over. The nights just about to explode

All Fly Away

JEFFERSON STARSHIP "Dragon Fly"
Moonrise above the Rio Grande On this fantasy of sand As I drift into a dream And I feel the comet scream Three birds watching from a rock And I swear the third one talked Rise up through the fog and we can All fly away All fly away Let's leave today And we can climb through time tomorrow. Space city like a jewel on wings Rocket ships like bees they sting Planets of fantastic sight Floating up in pastel light Twisted trees in Martian breeze Catch that horse don't let him freeze Won't you come along and we can all fly away All fly away, let's leave today And we can climb through time tomorrow. We rode a bubble through the sun We all knew it could be done There were men with fiery wings And a million burning things Silver statues on the run Bleeding there since Kingdom come Won't you pick them up and we can all fly away All fly away, let's leave today And we can climb through time tomorrow Dragon fly away.

Too Close To Call

WAYLON JENNINGS "The Eagle"
I have battled with the demons for my soul Like a soldier unafraid, stood straight and tall With strong convictions fought for what I thought was right and wrong But I wonder when it stands in judgement hall Will it go down as one too close to call I have faced that cunning ennemy called time For awhile I held him cold and to a draw As he rode away he said another place and day 'Cause you can't erase the writing on the wall Although this one was just too close to call As I wrestled with my deepest fear in life I was captured by the shadows on the wall I was brave but just the same, I was glad when morning came Because now and then the footsteps in the hall Remind me it was just too close to call I have watched my mind dance too close to the edge As I stood among the crowd to see it fall Sometimes now I cling to what I hope is sanity I stagger on this fine like that I walk And wonder is it just too close to call

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