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JOAN BAEZ lyrics - Gulf Winds

Gulf Winds

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(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square It's only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was good to me Instead of having a flock of sons he had two other girls and me And if we had used our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run Thalia, Margarita and Juanita, I'm the middle one. The screen door kept the demons in as we moved from town to town It's hard to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door Why do you carry the weight, she said, of the world and maybe more? And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years and nine And mama dressed in parishoners' clothes and didn't believe in hell Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived I'd have known him well They said go find a Sunday School, we must have tried them all I never stole from the silver plate, my sisters had more gall One preacher said sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got And the next one said be good on earth, you've another life at the feet of God And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My father turned down many a job just to give us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals And mama kept the budget book, she kept the garden, too Bought fish from the man on Thursday, fed all of us and strangers, too But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong Be still when the earth is silent and sing when my strength is gone And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico Now father's going to India sometime in the fall They tried to stay together but you just can't do it all I'll think about him if he goes, there's a little grey in his hair Though not much because he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare And if he goes to India I'll miss him most of all He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's call And mama will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong And I'll say a prayer for both of them and sing them both my song And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico  1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)

Bronx Tale

FAT JOE "Jealous One's Envy"
Intro: KRS-One Music please Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product It is a Relativity Records product, artist Fat Joe My name is KRS-One And of course we're gonna bring THE noise Cause we can never be toys Verse One: KRS-One, Fat Joe Yes I am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin with You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a fuck though I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper Which borough, is the thorough I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin though The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya with a slab of this lyrical dope shit Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this Fat Joe the true and living will prevail Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale Will I fail I doubt it I'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me In my face they screaming We're not worthy! Youse a has been, actually you ain't been I be touring, while you be home taping So what punk, you could battle in a second Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphillis Chorus: If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck - Jeru Up up up and away cuz I don't play clown - Kool G Rap If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck - Jeru Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down - Kool G Rap Verse Two: Fat Joe As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it fucked up We be the kings of the Boogie Down All we do is spark izm and get cash Tortuing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!) It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down Now how the fuck you sound (Yeahhh) Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me c'mon G you clowns ain't got a fucking thing on me I'm flashy like white linen (tell em) Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me It's My Philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator These motherfuckers don't want it (Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it!) Chorus Verse Three: KRS-One Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy My style is too curvy, what you tellin me But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find I'm your boss With KRS-One up in your memory I know your kind, you rap write You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher than Leather The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together Watch what you sayin, watch what you say When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead Your file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed Fore I slap you way Back in the Dayz like Ahmad Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'll get set up My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece (tell em) Recognize it's BlastMaster KRS-One For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin on the East

Poison

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Road to the Riches"
Deadly rhymes here's the solution Smoking so bad I'mma cause a pollution With satisfaction baddest action fatal attraction Drop you to an improper fraction Ill insanity kill like Amity Ville horror as I wipe out humanity Won't leave a path a track, a trail to trace But when you're staring inside a mirror, you see my face And I'll terrify, so don't ever try To shake or bake or flake cause I never fry Letters together sly as a fox clever than ever Silly ducks write rhymes with feathers Really dope needles are needed to inject this Dope cause I'm a death wish, not even Bob Hope's Rhymes are rugged, soul flooded, cold blooded You ain't better, you're butter, so just shut it Here to perform, having a brainstorm, make a rain form How rap groups run to keep the name warm Putting heads to beddy-bye like Freddy so get ready Cause I'mma get crazier than Crazy Eddie I'm alone but my tone is a sharp tune Developing pictures in your brain like a darkroom Rappers are captured and tortured with rapture In 3-D is a G coming at you Words in my rap will surprise you like Cracker Jacks You dig them like Sugar Smacks and bite them like Apple Jacks Brother, sister, misses or mister My style is complicated, patterns like a twister Throws, my shadow grows when I walk slow Nerds are scared to be heard so they talk low But I've been urging to drill in your brain like a surgeon Rhymes so dope and they're busting you up like a virgin More competitors change to challenger You need to talk into a mic with a silencer My defeat is like a mission impossible My brain is unexplained, not illogical Tough for a passing pate to assassinate Guns in your ass so fast, it'll fascinate You try to duplicate to get up to date Can't wait to peep my profile on paper, mate The innovator with greater data, deeper than a crater Of course, Polo's the boss of the crossfader The rage is on, my rhymes are airborne Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on Moving a head, never bled inside a bloodshed Nothing is said, instead heads are dead G Rap manages styles, taking all the advantages Putting sucker rappers in bandages I got a plot so hot it'll tan I might be cool but I'm far from a fan Letting you know how it is in show biz Give me a prince and I'mma a show you a G wiz Bright as Einstein, brighter than sunshine Rhymes will intoxicate like moonshine Total disaster the broadcaster master Passed ya as the tempo goes faster Sparks shoot out from the mic when I rhyme ignites All types of words I write, put in flight Rappers evaporate to vapor, I drop science on paper And then build a skyscraper When I die, scientists will preserve my brain Donate it to science to answer the unexplained But as long as I inhale and exhale I challenge the next female or the next male What you hear in your ears all appears to be clear Consider me fear cause I shear ideas That sticks to the mix, more tricks that a 666 So you better grab a crucifix Men at work...(x8) My ideas overload And the records I make explode in every zip code Definitely def, the five fingers of death Doc the Butcher, Polo's the chef And I'm the waiter cause I serve imitators Who try to duplicate like an emulator Try to get paid copying a name brand If I was Gucci, then you would be Dapper Dan Now hear the diaper, cause I'm a sniper You want to get hyper? Prepare for hyperspace and just flow with the bass And fall in place, just keep up the pace no time to waste Just enter the place to see the entertainer My rhymes keep me fresh like a container Some rappers said, my rap is dead Shake your head to my bass like a basehead There'll be bloodshed, enemies shot Those who beef get sliced into pork chops Until your fork stops stabbing my rhymes From the latest and the greatest of all times Sleep while you knock Z's, I'mma clock G's Freeze rap heroes below zero degrees Rhymes like thieves will seize enemies That want to be G, like the Bee Gees Not rated PG, we break necks Like sex, rated XXX Yes, Doc the Butcher is who I recommend DJ Polo let the record spin Construction put on paper Listen cause I'm building a skyscraper For a strong foundation of wheels of steel Not a reel to reel, but the real deal Polo works the crossfader, he's a bricklayer And the record player turns like the Himalaya Doc the Butcher supplies the cement And the rhymes that I invent is the blueprint While I'm using my mind to make a design Polo puts up the Men at Work sign Yeah, we still building, making a skeleton One of the sucker MC's just fell again So take caution if you want to know the truth I'mma elevate you up to the roof Listen to the sound, don't dare look down Cause you're far from the ground Now you're impressed cause words I manifest Takes you more higher than cess or Buddha bless Hard as concrete, the building's complete Yo Marley Marl, let's stop the breakbeat

Punk Is Dead

Crass
Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze They say forget yourself, adorn with this disguise This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass Is your reflection all the you will recognise? That cruel lie will stare you in the face Wrapped up in a haze and flow of bridal gown They tell your lover he must hold a gun You're the pornographic reassurance he's a man They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags Red lips, shimmer-silk and body-bags Hairless legs against the blistered napalm burn I want to rape the substance of your downy hair In that mist a gutted child fights for air Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield At least the blood red poppy was of natures will That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence Must be insulted by your scented poor pretence Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now You traumatise my love with needle doubts I want so gently to remove your mask It's hard enough to find water here In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill Your bondages of silk robes and lace Are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpse The layers of precious imitation worn Are the layers of history that suffocates the unborn

Seraphim

Bloodlet "Seraphim Fall"
I feel it enter my soul. Paranoid obsession won't let him leave home. 'Cause he's seen her face in the mirror, all tattered and torn. Glass bottom words won't leave her alone. 'Cause she's seen the angel that kills her. Can't see, don't know that the words are creation. Hell bent on destruction and lies. Fear's child sells him theory that hope is alive... This conflict lies in the back pocket of an unnamed angel. Still searching for the sign that completes the circle of it's life. Don't know what it finds will define it's life from the bottom of it's soul. Is your friend OK? Look like the lonely one who wants things to change. But things, they change to fast. Held in contempt of the righteous. He believes in serrated words. Left undisturbed will haunt him forever. Heaven sent, chosen few. Stealing the cracks below a screaming trumpet. Four heads on six wings that blow the four winds as the seventh trumpet sounds. I told that man what you had said and he looked at me and lied. Cried and closed his eyes, died and drew the line. Time goes as I go and I go high. His deed warms me. This darkness caresses me again. The sloppy image of painted truth rides through the heart of its maker. This man, his ability etched. Sports the hemorrhage from her dead socket. Now we can't wake him. Through holes in walls these angels walk. Hole in his soul this demon breathes. Knows in his heart, the seraphim will fall. When the winds die will the treason still bleed. Who's left holding the smoking gun... I am. Cold whispers help burn this sinners eyes. Pulls him back to birth. I witness the end. True beauty.

Pegasus

JOHN DENVER "Spirit"
(Henry/Denver) Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me, tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea. Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind, Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin. A kid knows what he wants to be before he's nine or ten, cowboys, clowns and men of war, someone else's friend. But nine grows into big boy's pants and then to scars and pain. Twenty's fast and hard as nails but doesn't come again. There's days to fall and days to rise and days for making haste. Days for seeking out yourself but no days you can waste. Night times filled with love so good it aches to rest it down. Endless hallways dark with sleep and rivers dark with sound. Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me, tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea. Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind, Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin. Children climbing on my arms, pigeons on my head. Get thee up my little man and dream a dream instead. Dream a dream of rocking chairs and flying through the night. Then dream until the morning's gone and turned the dark to light. Then come and get your daddy if he hasn't blown away. Rock him in your children's hands and help him find his way. Take him to your hiding place and let him come inside, he'll never tell your secret, cross my heart and hope to die. Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me, tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea. Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind, Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin. Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

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