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JEWEL lyrics - Spirit

Innocence Maintained

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Ophelia drowned in the water Crushed by her own weight Hitler loved little blue eyed boys And it drove him to hate Birds always grow silent before the night descends 'Cause nature has a funny way of breaking what does not bend A hero's torso built of steel and Novocain His heart a bitter beat inside a bloodless frame There was a hole inside his soul a manicure could not fill So he fund himself a whore to love while daisies choked in the window sill We've made houses for hatred It's time we made a place Where people's souls may be seen and made safe Be careful with each other These fragile flames For innocence can't be lost It just needs to be maintained A small town in Ohio Two boys are filled with violence And darkness spreads its legs for hate and ignorance We are given to a god to put our faith therein But to be forgiven, we must first believe in sin We've made houses for hatred It's time we made a place Where people's souls may be seen and made safe Be careful with eachother These fragile flames For without fear I want always to feel the wings of grace near We all will be Christed wen we hear ourselves say We are that which we pray We've made houses for hatred It's time we made a place Where people's souls maybe seen and made safe Be careful with each other These fragile flames We've built houses for hatred It's time we made a place Where people's souls may be seen and made safe Be careful with each other These fragile flames For innocence can't be lost It just needs to be maintained

Eld

Enslaved
(Fire) Born in a flames in the time before time In the sparkling embrace of Muspellheim Born to be your souls darked depths Before Audhumla, our ancient mother awakened When your eyes is glowing with hate A hate older than both men and gods Then you see the light of Muspell To strong for any man to tame The oldest force will man never understand In the deepest domains of fire, man can never reign Stronger than the grip of death Mightier than the lights of Norns Wiser than Fimbul-Tul More betraying than the son of Faarbaute That, who once brought forth life And gave us Mother Earth Shall return in the flames of Surt Our flesh shall burn at Ragnarok Our souls shall be united in Frost Fire

Apollo

Kid Capri "The Tape"
I'd like to know.. are you really ready for some super dynamite soul? Then thank you, because now, it's star time! The Apollo (4X) [Kid Capri] The Apollo a place, where performers perform Before you got on the stage you would all be warned about if you're good enough, to rock the place But if you wasn't they would throw beer cans in your face Well it was a, amateur night, a group dressed in white Didn't think it was spectacular but they were alright Kept sayin to myself, I wish it was me that was on the stage doin my R-A-P Well uh, anyway we go back to the days when James Brown used to have, the crowd amazed He used to come out, dancin, just doin his work And when he screamed, all the ladies went bezerk Slidin across the stage like he was runnin on oil Shoes, shinin bright like aluminum foil Women was fallin out, innocent to ? He said, PLEASE PLEASE then started rappin You only seen one show you couldn't stay to see another of the singin Godfather Number One Soul Brother Events like this happened all the time at the place that was known to be, one of a kind It's The Apollo The Apollo (4X) [Kid] It's the Apollo! The Apollo (3X) The Ap.. [Kid Capri] The Apollo yes a legend in it's time The place is so fly that I wish it was mine I mean the line was so long but people did not care Just as long as they knew, they could get in there On Wednesday's, amateur night was cool And you could, go to see what other artists could do Nothin but black stars, risin to the top Now you see what's takin over, we call it hip-hop The Apollo, no other, could ever compete When you look down and I see people movin their feet When the stage used to rise all the people went nuts And no one EVER kept their big mouth shut They used to, scream and yell, raise a whole lot of hell Hang off the balcony and sometimes they fell It's a tradition, so whatta ya do? I don't know You get a ticket take yourself to the Apollo, hey The Showbiz Cafe, was right next door Leave, from the Apollo and you party some more You can go many places to have a show but no matter where you went you always seemed to go to the Apollo To the Apollo! Uhh.. (The Apollo) .. .. To the Apollo! And let me break it down for you one time Hey the A for Artist, the P for People O for Outstanding, L - for Legal and the other L-O is for the low-down shame for the ones, that tried, to destroy the name So whatever you do, you can never forget about the place, that always kept you drippin with sweat From dancin and prancin and jumpin up and down Everytime you turned around a new show was in town It's the place, that everybody would always go And I called it, the famous Apollo It's the Apollo It's the Apollo! (The Apollo) UHH! The Apollo (4X) [Kid] It's the Apollo, come on! The Apollo (3X) [Kid] UHH! The Apollo (2X) [Kid] It's the Apollo! The Apollo (2X) The Apollo..

Stronger Than Before

JAH CURE
How can I? How can I? ...Well here comes cure again Whoa whoa, whao yeah [Chorus] Stronger than before yow I can give you more now Caw some a go hard inna the gidian (cause some a go harder than the gidian) Mi come yah so fi fulfilled Jah plan Better than before yow My heart is free to soar now Jah people was always on my mind Hours before my time (I was before my time[?]) [Verse 1] Fly like the birds in the city yow Cure will be there to take your hand I’ll by your side whenever you face the dept Who know more but struggle than me From a place where I gotta struggle to be free Rasta no find mi, Marcus words a define mi [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2] Some seh dem clean but them heart so dirty Naw follow dem trend cause mi know it no worth hi Some a gwaan like Jah a fi dem own Dem alone, dem alone Rasta live and die for the people Separate yo sweachibuse I'm gonna beat you The secrets out Jah, Jah, name coming out in this now [Chorus] Stronger than before now I can give you more now IYAH go harder than the gideon Mi come yah so fi fulfilled jah plan Better than before now My heart is free to soar now Jah people was always on my mind hours before my time (I was before my time[?]) [Outro] Jah is my keeper And he’s ours keeper Now Jah your my keeper Your lessons come deeper [Repeat Chorus]

Why Not

JUVENILE "Reality Check"
[Intro: Juvenile + Skip] You can find me in the parking lot By the car lot-where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not) [Juvenile] Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work if they scopin ya turf you goin out there head first do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool you in the camp you bout to make you an examp so when they see the stamp they gon'respect it like a champ you light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash be rollin the grass you still totin the solider rag you been out there on the grind spendin most of ya time in a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine will you bust a head, know how to do it-how to play it bet a hundred in the field and parlay can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki when you rid of that call Rico up and order three put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus: Juvenile + Skip] Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not) You can find me in the parking lot By the car lot-where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot [Juvenile] You like states with pretty hoes in ya face you hate checks, you just come home on a case can you make a name-will you be patient in the game can you state ya claim, and reputation stay the same will you hold it down when ya lil'homies ain't around will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town is you feelin this, you listen to it when you creep you real in the streets all in the hood with the heat you ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks is ya people broke they aggrivate you on the porch do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket you just scared to lose cause you a winner all the time you gotta lot to prove lil'sinner on the grind put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus] [Juvenile] Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill if they pop at you is you gon'pop back at 'em you gon'stay away from niggaz if they rattin wanna ride swoll pull up on 24 flats can you get a hoe without you throwin her a stack is you callin shots can you stay away from the cops you know how to stop you be inside when it's hot you from the East, you from the West, you from the South you from the North, or the Midwest what you about can you twist a gar without you fuckin up the road did you get a car just to be stuntin for the hoes you been out here and it's ya time for a lick do you know this year as you aknowledgin the shit put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus]

The Load-Out

JACKSON BROWNE "Running On Empty"
(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet they made the show And that was sweet... But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in our hotel rooms And wander 'round backstage Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got country and western on the bus R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo We've got rural scenes & magazines We've got truckers on the CB We've got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away But the only time that seems too short Is the time that we get to play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know you can't go wrong 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down You're going to wake up in your town But we'll be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here

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