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JETHRO TULL lyrics - The Jethro Tull Christmas Album

First Snow On Brooklyn

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I flew in on the evening plane. Is it such a good idea that I am here again? And I could cut my cold breath with a knife. And taste the winter of another life. A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round. I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground on rocky memories and choking tears. I believe it only rained round here in thirty years. Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming. You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame. And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour to place upon your pillow as the morning came? Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up. I could murder coffee in a grande cup. No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here. A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear. And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement. The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone. And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats. When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on. Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered. I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night. And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel - cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites.

Good King Wenceslas

LOREENA MCKENNITT "A Winter Garden"
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay 'round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gath'ring winter fuel Hither, page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, telling Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint Agnes' fountain. Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me pine-logs hither Thou and I shall see him dine When we bear them thither. Page and monarch, forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather. Sire, the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger Fails my heart, I know not how I can go no longer. Mark my footsteps, good my page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shall find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly. In his master's step he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore, Christian men, be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye, who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing.

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

Christmas Carols
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay 'round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gath'ring winter fuel. Hither, page, and stand by me If thou know'st it, telling Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint Agnes' fountain. Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me pine-logs hither Thou and I shall see him dine When we bear them thither. Page and monarch, forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather. Sire, the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger Fails my heart, I know not how I can go no longer. Mark my footsteps, good my page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shall find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly. In his master's steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore Christian men, be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye, who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing.

An Old Fashioned Christmas

Carpenters "An Old-Fashioned Christmas"
An Old-fashioned Christmas ALBUM ยท An Old - Fashioned Chritsmas (1984) How I miss that old fashioned christmas! Carols being sung by the tree, Window's candlelight shining bright for the whole world to see Children's eyes of sweet expectations Wondering what each present will hold Lying in their beds and impatient On long christmas eves of old It used to be that all the family would gather for this one night It used to be that special feeling shared together knowing christmas was here one night a Year How I miss that old fashioned christmas! Memories that last through the years Call me sentimental; don't mind if you do I wish an old fashioned christmas to you!@song: at the end of a song They tell me Somewhere this life isn't crazy But I've traveled the world far and wide And I say they're wrong Don't sell me Stories that music's a lady It's not when the singer's alone At the end of a song (*) at the end of a song There's no one After the last note is played Only the memory stays Then even that fades away And there's nothing so hard As convincing your heart That you should start singing again You told me Nothing could change perfect lovers But like ev'ry promise you made It broke before long It's lonely Falling away from each other But we've come to the last of your words And the end of a song Repeat (*)

Not Ennuf Love

FAITHLESS "Outrospective"
[Chorus] Now when you climb Into your bed tonight And when you lock And hold the door Just think of those Out in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round Now when you climb [fade] And when you lock [fade] Just think of those out in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round. [Maxi Jazz] Until you wake up You people need a shake up You take up so much time Worrying, Scurrying, Here, there, Losing your hear No money to spare No love to share No wonder you appear under pressure from here You look fresh, yeah But all I got is dirt in my hear My nightmares manifest, But I can escape Yours is in your chest With no formal shape The tape is running I push the button to send Upon each other we all depend Message end Whoever asks my name Or where I came from People fear contamination If they chary too long I carry a strong Sin of despair It's in the air I'm broken and hard to repair I may mistaken be But I patiently wait On the pad to humanity I sit at the gates [Chorus] Now when you climb Into your bed tonight And when you lock And hold the door Just think of those Out in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round Now when you climb Into your bed tonight And when you lock And hold the door Just think of those Out in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round [Maxi Jazz] Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul, Down the river My liver in bad condition Like my skin Rain falling, once again I'm in my bed Hurt the time in I'm gonna struggle for air There's hair in my food When I get it usually someone already half ate it Touch it, not to let it Get me down But my head starting to pad People go round, and round and round From one I get a cigarette A little more love found But the ground is still wet My chief are chattering And there's a spattering of seeds Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet When I sleep I'll do my deep in the mainstream But unaccountably my heart was growing Small and mean A hurry past Ridged people I pretend I haven't seen But there's money in my pocket And my clothes are clean? [Maxi Jazz 4x] I said money in my pocket But I just can't give no love Money in my pocket But I just can't give no love [Chorus] Now when you climb Into your bed tonight And when you lock And hold the door Just think of those Out in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round 'Cause there is not enough love to go round

Just Swingin'

Maestro Fresh Wes "Symphony In Effect"
INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes] {Ebony MC} Ahh yes Swinging along, just swinging ahh yeah Me and my main man Ebony MC {Right about now} Just swinging along {We just swinging along} Ah yeah, special shout out {Bust it} [Maestro Fresh Wes] {Ebony MC} (Both) We rock the mic {We rock the mic well} We rock the mic {We rock the mic} Well, we rock the mic and (We rock the mic well) (1) for the treble (2) for the bass Come on Ebony MC help me rock the place {Ebony MC} We be waiting, playing, anticipation The next new rhyme that I be creating For '89 I decided to fix, my rhymes To make them fresher, to cook under pressure To be on top and never be the lesser I'm the animal, uh the hunter To go getter of a guy I am the best of the west the beast of the east Some people call me lazy, but that's alright I like to lie around talk around, fun around Sleep, get comfortable and even relax 'Til my sleep meter reaches the ultimate max To live without my waterbed would be ????? 'Til the party roles around my... [Maestro] Well, I'll never be a peddler, never be a bagger I'm not Jimmy Walker, but I'm not a Swarteneger You know I got the build of a regular man I'm not a J.J., but not no Conan Just Maestro, not second or third I eat at Burger King 'cause I'm not Herb And if your name happens to be Herb Just say {I'm not the Herb you're looking for, Word} I hate to meet mothers, hat e to meet fathers They all want me to marry their daughters It happens to me almost everyday A girl will take me to her crib and this is what she'll say 'Mom and dad this is Wes' and I'll say hi Ma will pinch me on the cheek like I'm mom's apple pie Dad says 'I'm pleased to meet you, I'm Mr. Jones' 'You the most decent chap Janine's brought home' 'Would you like to have a beer?' No thanks just juice 'Grandma woke up, we'll have to introduce' 'Oh, by the way call me pa, we love to make you our son-in-law' See what I mean they won't leave me alone I just wanted to jump in Janine's pretty little bones Janine said 'grandma, this is Wes' Grammy said 'hi' I guess she was deaf I said, hi my name is Wes, 'did you say Fresh?' That's right Fresh Wes, I drank the juice and I left {Ebony MC} Well I was walking downtown and I saw this whore She had a body like a two by four She came on over, asked for my number I said, no ho, all you want is my lumber No, no baby I won't be doing that You won't see me stroking no street corner cat 'Cause I'm an arcade junkie, my rhymes are funky My beats and rhymes rocked Humpty Dumpty MCs want to thump me, girls want to jump me My face is smooth and never ever lumpy (*Laughter*) [M] That was good, that was good {E} Yo, Wes drop that Snow White story man Go ahead, drop it [Maestro] Check it out I remember a story, when I was small About Snow White and the seven Dwarves Well, if you ask me, I know that couldn't be true If I was one of them I knew exactly what I'd do {What, what?} The story that was told was totally wack Snow White was a freak and the dwarves were black She lived in a house, you could probably figure What she be doing with a bunch of horny niggas Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Sneezy Come one, come on, come on she was sleazy Happy, Sleepy and my brother Bashful Made sure Snow White got her mouthful {Ebony MC} Well I'm the cutest looking guy, I like to say Conceded you call me, but that's okay I've often thought about posing for ceterfolds The girl designed me and they broke the mold Part of the creation, what can I say They even made up an Ebony playmate You know I always keep the body looking fine The dimple, the smile, nothing out of line No dirt in the dimples, I keep the face neat No sugar in the body, I eat the Shredded Wheat I use the eye drops to keep the eyes clean Hair so fine I use Ultra-sheen The buttock firm, the girls enjoy that No need for exercise I don't collect fat The feet are large and the jewels look great You could try to change but you're late get laid Wish you were me but that could never be First of all your name is not Ebony MC [Maestro] Well, I'm not too big, not too small {Average} Not too short, but I'm not that tall {5'9 5'10 } I'm not a heavy guy and my head ain't bald As I drive the girls up the wall I had a girl and her name was Judy Judy had a super dope big fat booty {Big fat booty} Everything was cool and everything was okay Until I met this freak named Shebon {Shebon} the other day Shebon had a shape like an hourglass Real fine legs with ... {let's just pass} Although she looked young, she was an older girl Thick like Judy with Malaysian curl Judy had night school onec a week So that would be the night I'd rock that freak Well that night I went over to Shebon's place And to the bedroom we quickly laid Then I rocked her, oh my, and took a rest I saw a picture of a child on her bedroom chest {Easy} I took a good look and I felt so bad 'Cause it was a portrait of Judy at her Grade 8 grad Torn between two lovers {It's okay Wes, It's okay} Feeling like a fool {Don't cry man} I just fucked Judy's mother, and Judy's in night school Like Keith I make the ladies Sweat What yo learn about women, I'm trying to forget I wrote a love jam, now the girls are drooling I play like Heavy D boy, (just coolin') Like Laverte, I'm the love expert No time for casanova but I clock 'nuff skirts To be blousing, my rhyme arouses Like blue violets and red rouses {We rock the mic} we rock the mic {Well} {We rock the mic} we rock the mic {Well} {We rock the mic} we rock the mic {Well} We rock the mic and {We rock the mic well}

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