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JETHRO TULL lyrics - Heavy Horses


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Spine-tingling railway sleepers --- Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm Orange beams divide the darkness Rumbling fit to turn the waking worm. Sliding through Victorian tunnels where green moss oozes from the pores. Dull echoes from the wet embankments Battlefield allotments. Fresh open sores. In late night commuter madness Double-locked black briefcase on the floor like a faithful dog with master sleeping in the draught beside the carriage door. To each Journeyman his own home-coming Cold supper nearing with each station stop Frosty flakes on empty platforms Fireside slippers waiting. Flip. Flop. Journeyman night-tripping on the late fantasic Too late to stop for tea at Gerard's Cross and hear the soft shoes on the footbridge shuffle as the wheels turn biting on the midnight frost. On the late commuter special Carriage lights that flicker, fade and die Howling into hollow blackness Dusky diesel shudders in full cry. Down redundant morning papers Abandon crosswords with a cough Stationmaster in his wisdom told the guard to turn the heating off.


Dark Tranquility "Projector"
Set against these hardest hours Anger paled, for in this fear The theft of privacy We all see it break sometimes See it tear us apart That which left behind Screams out loud this night So much is asked in silence Expect not and you'll find Thousand miles From the nearest truth Rotating, entangled I continue not to heal Another no-night Awaits its turn So I call upon My free card To postpone If time was one with many faces Which one would call to me? Where all our paths in one now end That with the power to gather the mislead Now will lead them all astray So push it ever further To unsuspecting dark Build that second layer For the hours to take fast A rest from the giving Like a heart between beats Greater than the need For community The need for the right solitude Will come to know That an outrage is inevitable Through many try An escape is unsuccessful In the midst of a nerve-night The victim of soul-kill True self is mere torture Death rides these nerves Another no-night Awaits its turn So I call upon My free card To postpone

Silent Night

JON BON JOVI "7800 Degrees Fahrenheit"
After the smoke clears When it's down to you and I When the sun appears And there's nothing left but goodbyes We'll just turn and walk away How could we let it end like this Just turn and walk away Should we seal it with a kiss It's too late Now you're out and on the run It's too late Held up in love without a gun Chorus Silent night We hold up our candle light Silent night The night our love died No words to say And we're both too tired to fight Just hold me close and don't let go... It was all so simple when You were to be queen and I'd be your king I guess those dreams got lost Cause baby you're still you and I'm still me Now letting go It's always the hardest part to fight When we both know We're just two more victims of the night It's too late Too late to wonder why Much too late To save a love that's died. Chorus Just hold me close and don't let me go After the smoke cleared It was down to you and I When the sun appeared There was nothing left but goodbyes... Silent night

Long Night

[Spoken: Hoodie] Hi, can I talk to Teresa? Oh, this is her mom? Oh, you Mother Teresa? Aw, I like that. [Bridge: Hoodie] Don't you tell me that it's all right Because I'm anticipating a long night [Verse 1: Hoodie] Man, I've been up so damn early that I'm sleepwalkin' Now my eyes are looking like Macaulay Culkin's Watch me roll around the city like I'm Steve Hawkins These bitches Waka flock to us when we walk in They wanna act like it's a big deal, Ron Burgundy I'm underground but I'm poppin' up commercially I keep it buzzing like I'm a fuckin' worker bee So I'mma need a couple Gs if you want a verse with me So let me take your pay check Now you gotta find another way to pay rent Your life sucks like the Ravens You ain't been on a date yet I take your girl to dinner Then go home and have some great sex Yeah, this gon' be a long night I guarantee it, we probably gon' see the sunlight Before our eyes wide shut I'mma make a couple bucks And a couple hundred drinks, we about to turn it up, like... [Hook: Hoodie] Don't you tell me that it's all right Because I'm anticipating a long night Ooh, woah Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub And when I wake up everything will be all right, all right [Verse 2: Hoodie] Yeah, I keep on running 'til I'm red up in the face Had a party at the crib, everyone was hella grate-ful Wait a minute, got a bedroom full of strangers I ain't talking Danny Granger, but I'm running out of Pacers I mean patience, nah, nothing can phase us I know you say your name but, my mind was on vacation Can't track that down, too many chasers I can't pack that crowd, too many lame-sters So let's just kick it in the back of my apartment Or at Madison Square Garden, we could go and watch the Rangers Central Park where we could go until it's dark And when somebody try to stalk you I just keep you out of danger So come to the crib just hop in Benz first I'm after the cat, but I don't mean Chesire Uh, shout out to Pat, he look like a Hemsworth I'm kickin' it with Chance so baby don't say the N-word [Hook: Hoodie] Don't you tell me that it's all right Because I'm anticipating a long night Ooh, woah Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub And when I wake up everything will be all right, all right [Spoken: Chance] Chance? The rapper? [Verse 3: Chance The Rapper] Ashin Ls in a hotel sink Management swears that the hotel stink Whole time I'm yellin hold up a minute while the doorbell rings When old coke glistening on my nose earring And niggas just tryna function 'til a nigga can't function And the weed so pungent that I probably won't punch it And imported in punches and they actin' inpugnant With a rock and a pin and they say pin I'm actin' 100 And I turn up turn up turn up Get high burn up burn up burn up I'm fucked up and she's fucked up and We not gon' remember tonight so Let's fuck in a Wendy's bathroom Get frosty, forget the Sprite [Hook: Hoodie] Don't you tell me that it's all right Because I'm anticipating a long night Ooh, woah Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub And when I wake up everything will be all right, all right

My Home's In Alabama

ALABAMA "My Home's In Alabama"
Words and Music by Randy Owen and Teddy Gentry Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night Had to learn about the ladies; too young to understand why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away to some other guitar picker in some other late night place Yeah, I held on to my music; I let the ladies walk away took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then on to L.A. Up to New York City, all across the USA I lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say (that my) Chorus: ..home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred What keeps me goin'? I don't really know. can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood when the people really love ya and let you know when it's good Well I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me and someday when I make it, when love finds a way somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say that my Chorus

The ?

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Redman) [Redman] Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something Yo Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere From New Jerz straight talk, america's best Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us We're special eders go on tours on banana bus D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo) Buttons is pressed to remove the press Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO) Set up cones when I'm firing chrom I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done Suspects change clothes Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove Hot to death, cops is vex I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex Drive by on the baja Snatch the cartier watch I Boucnce laughing off like clue 'HAHA' Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man [Method Man] Foreva underground Nigga duck the mic when we come around Control hammer like the mighty Thor Bringin thunda down Now you're in store for predator Like refugees I come to settle score Half-baked medifore, that taste even better raw Hardcore holy war Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw Time to walk my labrodor Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours Code red fill 'em full of lead Greatful dead live from Hemstead Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge Check the full fledged knucklehead Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherfucka [Chorus:] (It aint even a question) This side niggaz too hardcore (It aint even a question) That side niggaz too hardcore (It aint even a question) In the middle niggaz too hardcore So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want) (It aint even a question) Def Squad niggaz too hardcore (It aint even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore (It aint even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore (Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want [Redman] Yo stomp wit the big dogs Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof) Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin Brick city, stering wheel hurtin Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin Hasta manana, y'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas While we fuck 'em on camera It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog When I tee, LA ride, 'It's y'alls' Website couldnn't find a site wit macintosh On John Walsh America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat [Method Man] Uh huh, we speak for the unheard Caught in the matrix Sound from the subbasement, 'Spread the word' Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements The thrilla of a park killer Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he illa Inject the dufus wit the lupus Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless My filled fly and filled groupless Observe the record, livin out my name Repid Study man and all his methods And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected One step ahead I, return like Jedi Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin a red eye First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote On the wall of the bathroom stalls shittin these quotes 'Fuck you all' Scaredy cat kid, duckin these dogs You don't like us, then we don't like y'all. Lick The Balls! Be easy, speak easy This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzzzaaayyyy [Chorus] (It aint even a question) [x5] Caution Warning Overload System Overload All Systems Ready Enter voice authorization sample

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