JIM REEVES lyrics - Talkin' To Your Heart

The Shifting Whispering Sands

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I discovered the valley of the shifting whispering sands While prospecting for gold in one of our western states. I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water tanks The bones of cattle and burrows, picked clean by buzzards Bleached by the desert sun. I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly covered by the sands And stopping to rest I heard a tinkling whispering sound And suddenly realised that even though The wind was quiet the sand did not lie still. I seemed to be surrounded by a mystery so heavy And oppressive I could scarcely breath For days and weeks I wandered aimlessly in this valley Seeking answers to the many questions That raced through my fevered mind. Where was everyone why the white bones, the dry wells The barren valley where people must have lived and died Finally I could go no farther my food and water gone I sat down and buried my face in my hands and resting thus I learnt the secret of the shifting whispering sands. How I escaped from the valley I do not know But now to pay my final debt for being spared I must tell you what I learned out there on the desert So many years ago. (When the day is oddly quiet And the breeze seems not to blow One would think the sand was resting But you'll find this is not so. It is whisp'ring softly whisp'ring As it slowly moves along And for those who stop and listen It will sing this mournful song. Of sidewinders and the horntoads Of the Thorny Chaparral In the sunny days and moonlight nights The coyote's lonely yell. How the stars seem you could touch them As you lay and gaze on high At the Heavens where we're hoping We'll be going when we die.)..

The Shifting Whispering Sands, Part II

JOHNNY CASH "Sings The Ballads Of The True West"
Listen to the angel's story of the Shifting, Whispering Sands Yes they always whisper to me Of the days of long ago When the settler and the miner Fought the crafty Navajo How the cattle roamed the valley Happy people worked the land Now everything is covered By The Shifting, Whispering Sands A miner left his buck board Went to work his claim that day And the burrows broke their halters When they thought he'd gone to stay How they found that ancient miner Lying dead upon the sands And for months they could but wonder Did he die by human hands? So they dug his grave and laid him On his back and crossed his hands And his secret still is covered By the Shifting, Whispering Sands And his secret is still hidden By the Shifting, Whispering Sands This is what they always whisper to me Out on the quiet desert air Of the people and the cattle And that miner lying there So if you want to learn the secret Wander through this quiet land And I'm sure you'll hear the story Of the Shifting, Whispering Sands And I'm sure you'll hear the story Of the Shifting, Whispering Sands

Billy's Bones

THE POGUES "Rum, Sodomy & The Lash"
(Shane MacGowan) Billy ran around with the rare old crew And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew Where Billy's bones are resting now Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee And he took him down from six foot to five foot three Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now Don't you know that we need you now With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow Where are Billy's bones resting now Billy went away with the peace-keeping force 'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta And they ran like Shiites One night Billy had a rare old time, Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line Came back to camp not looking too pretty Never even got to see the Holy City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun And his mother cries when the morning comes And there's mothers crying all over this world For their poor dead darling boys and girls Have a Billy holiday Born on a Monday Married on a Tuesday Drunk on a Wednesday Got plugged on a Thursday Sick on a Friday Died on a Saturday Buried on a Sunday

Flying Cowboys

Rickie Lee Jones "Flying Cowboys"
Down there by the river is a man Whose born is twisted into shapes Unknown to the wicked and the wise And he bears the look of an animal Who's seen things no animal should ever see He has been driven beyond all towns And all the systems until now though it is Long past too far he keeps going Because it's a desert Because it's a desert We come to the river We'll walk away from all this now We come to the water We'll walk away from all this now She first saw him he was standing in the doorway Illuminated from behind by a light Though imaginary posses chased them To these distant adobes Standing on the cliffs today I thought I saw you below My shadow growing smaller It's a desert because Because it's a desert They'll be asking me about you forever I guess We come to the river We'll walk away from all this now We come to the water We'll walk away from all this now Long coats on the prairie Lying in the dust Who can I turn to ? Who can I trust ? Were you walking on the water ? Playing in the sun ? But the world is turning faster Than it did when I was young When I was young When I was young Oh, when I was young I was a wild, wild one

Billy's Bones

DROPKICK MURPHYS "The Early Years"
- Music: Pogues , McGowan - Billy ran around with the rare old crew. And he knew an arsenal from Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better off if we knew where Billy's bones are resting now Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee Took him down from six foot to five foot three Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-me That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now, don't you know that we Need you now With aratata and the old kow-tow where are Billy's bones Resting now Billy went away with the peace keeping force 'cause he Liked a bloddy good fight of course Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan Billy saw the Arabs and he had'em on the run when he got'em In the range of his sub machine gun Then he got the Israelis in his sights, went ra-ta-ta And they ran like Shi-ites Hey Billy Son where are you now, One night Billy had a rare old time, laughing and singing on The Lebanon line Came back to camp not looking too pretty never even got To see the Holy City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun and his mother cries When the morning comes And there's mother's crying all over the world, for their poor Dead darling boys and girls Hey Billy son where are you now, Born on a Monday, married on a Tuesday, Drunk on a Wednesday, got plugged on a Thursday, sick on a Friday, Died on a Saturday, buried on Sunday

Epiphany

JILL SCOTT "The Real Thing: Words And Sounds Vol. 3"
Watching, Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder Fire in his eyes,hands getting bolder Quiet,quiet Growing excited Dug him for his bank account,but really for his private Damn about a mindset Really wasn't into that Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat Laidback was his foreplay All that was needed,needed was some of that Started simple Massaging on my temple Pinching on my mountain peaks That a sisters into I responded,"Mmmmm." You like the sound,I like makin'it more I fell for the rock and shore Enough,he brought it close so I could really see Up close he slid between my breast Sweaty with lust and sweat Rode Mt.Saint Scott 'til ooooo Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck Blended with my all day Chanel scent This freaking was incredulent,decadent Flip side,stomach meets sheets He plows inside as if he's making beats As if this year's harvest depended on it Bendin'on it Back on my back old fashioned is renewed Red toenail polish on whitewalls Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh I must... Remember... To thank him... Later. No,no,no, No,no,no I take charge of ship Moving with my back and my hips Like my ancestors did Speaking the Bantu,Ranga and tonga?? But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer, But it's too late I put him to sleep Curled all up,spasm all in his feet Feeling all proud like I did something deep Aint really nothin'it's the way that it be North Philly sister repin'hard like me But why do I feel so empty?

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