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JOAN BAEZ lyrics - Gulf Winds

Sweeter For Me

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(Words and Music by Joan Baez) Red telephone sitting by my bed Practically bore your name Lying alone in the twilight zone Waiting for your call to come in Hadn't been for the kid Who was sleeping upstairs You'd have found me well on my way On that midnight plane to L.A. You suffered sweeter for me Than anyone I've ever known I dared to look into the years Would you still have your wife? I dared to peer through my tears Could we ever have a life? Even thought I was pregnant by you But I didn't care I just talked to my son Would he mind another one? You suffered sweeter for me Than anyone I've ever known Once more the mist rolls to the sea Like a hundred times we've known Trees are faded and the clouds have stopped Where the wind had blown How I dread when the evening comes And I cannot be What you want me to be When you are next to me How silent you are as the veils come down Before my eyes Soft and reserved as you move away Donning your disguise While every folk song that I ever knew Once more comes true And loves grows old And waxes cold You suffered sweeter for me Than anyone I've ever known Just one favor of you, my love If I should die today Take me down to where the hills Meet the sea on a stormy day Ride a ridge on a snow white horse And throw my ashes away To the wind and the sand Where my song began You suffered sweeter for me Than anyone I've ever known  1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)

Fight Music

D12 "Devils Night"
[Chorus: Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get asked to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, 'Let's get it on!' A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack] The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. [Chorus] It's fight music!

The Houseplant Song

AUDIO ADRENALINE "Underdog"
[microphone]Hi this is Smoothe Steve from K-Jazz welcome to Java the Hut, tonight we have a special guest a young man from uh,he's playin' a new song, well here go.[guest]Thanks smoothe steve, hey this is a song about a book i read once about the so called inherit evils of Rock 'n Roll, i wrote this song about it, i guess i'd just like to thank you for lettin' me come out and sing this song, here it is: Once i read a book, and this is what it said, If your music has a beat, then your gonna wind up dead. It doesn't really matter if its Christian or not, if it's syncopated rhythm, then your soul is gonna rot. And this book was called: Ha! your gonna burn! and in the second chapter, i went on to learn: [chorus]you take 2 houseplants and put em to the test, set them both in front of speakers and let the music do the rest. The 1st one you play Mozart or something lovely like that, the 2nd one you play that Petra or that Megadeth. Doesn't really matter what what kind of rock it is. So I took my 2 houseplants, and i put them to the test, I set em both in front of speakers and let the music do the rest. I powered up my pioneers and let the music roar, but 20 minutes later someone's knockin' at my door. I opened up my door, and there my neighbor stood. He said Man I'd really like to get some sleep, if you think i could I said Man, can't you see here, i've got this moral dilemma that i have gotta get clear He said What kind of moral dilemma could you have a this time of night, that could make me so angry that i just wanna FIGHT![sound of a cup breaking] So i pointed to the page, in that open book, that had a picture of a potted plant, and i said go have a look. And he read: Repeat Chorus Firstly, said my neighbour, thats vaugner that your playin', i've never heard of Petra, and isn't Megadeath all dead? And secondly, emphaticly he asked me whats the sense, of hangin' out with houseplants when, hey I live right across the fence! And i thought to myself, you know thats a good point. So I took my 2 houseplants, and i put em both back outside, and me and my neighbor, well we went out for a drive. We talked about all the things that really matter most, like life and love and happiness, and then the holy ghost. Now my 2 houseplants both sit out in the sun, as for my neighbor well our friendship has become, a meaningful relationship thats headed straight to heaven, but as for now, we like to sit around and listen to Audio Adrenaline Cranked to 11!

I Won't Stop

CANTON JONES "Kingdom Business"
[Intro:] (Yeah) I won't stop [x4] [Verse:] (I won't stop) if they take my song off the radio (I won't stop) and if I gotta push records in the snow (I won't stop) Cause this music is more than a dream (I won't stop) More than houses, cars, and wonderful things (I won't stop) I'll do this music for the rest of my life (I won't stop) I put that on my baby girl and my life (I won't stop) Go ask somebody and they will let you know (I won't stop) I keep it real my homie, I ain't no joke (I won't stop) And if I gotta push CDs out my trunk (I won't stop) And if my trunk somehow gets stuck off in the marker (I won't stop) I'll put my CDs in my black backpack (I won't stop) And leave my trunk on three wheels and a jack (I won't stop) And I start walking down a road that's real long (I won't stop) And in my head I start to write another song (I won't stop) And start to push CDs in the middle of the street (I won't stop) Cause I got beats and a prophet gotta eat (I won't stop) Do this music when I'm mad and when I'm glad (I won't stop) When the situations good or if it's bad (I won't stop) If I do a show and then these haters start booing (I won't stop) Gon bout my business and I'll do what I was doing (I won't stop) Cause haters can't stop my faith (I won't stop) I can't wait, gotta do what it takes (I won't stop) I look to Jesus when my back's against the wall (I won't stop) I guarantee that he won't let me fall (I won't stop) [repeat] If I hit a brick wall If people don't return my call If they laugh at me One day you gon see (I won't stop) if they take my song off the radio (I won't stop) If I gotta push records in the snow (I won't stop) Cause this music is more than a dream (I won't stop) More than houses, cars, and wonderful things (I won't stop) if they take my song off the radio (I won't stop) If I gotta push records in the snow (I won't stop) Cause this music is more than a dream (I won't stop) More than houses, cars, and wonderful things So I won't stop Cause you said that you would make a way So I won't stop

Sentinels Of Darkness

Aeturnus "Beyond the Wandering Moon"
Gazing at the landscape, after all you'll find my fellows there, on the tranquil traces of my white, clear land. No need to fear opening the gates to travel, it comes so nearly to make you feel the glorious side Feeling free, diving into times you'll never forget, hunger for freedom, in the silence of wintery nights, spirits herald. The wind comes The light looses significance, throughout the night Owl singing the dead song inside the forest of dusk uncontrolled desire rising from above the heart strength is near to haunt you Coming to touch your soul. Heed to the harmonious song of wise owl. All fear fading away. By hearing the hoarse cry. Take a look as the mighty wind will bring the flood washing your pain takes your sorrow to far away face of the old trees glorifying the land Calls to spirits made before you time for joining with the long breeze of day when the wind scars the bleached faces, of the snowy land, cold scent of the wind, brings the truth from behind different sides. Hear them calling for precious spirits to fly dreaming the truth sets your soul free takes your body once breathing the death surrounds you

Mae Hiraeth Yn Y Mor( Longing In The Sea)

CHARLOTTE CHURCH "Voice Of An Angel"
Mae hiraeth yn y mor a'r mynydd maith Mae hireath mewn distawrwydd ac mewn can Mewn murmur dyfroedd ar dragywydd daith Yn oriau'r machlud ac yn fflamau'r tan Ond mwynaf yn y gwynt y dwed ei gwyn A thristaf yn yr hesg y cwyna'r gwynt Gan ddeffro adlais adlais yn y brwyn Ac yn y galon, atgof atfot gynt Fel pan wrandawer yn y cyfddydd hir Ar gan y ceilliog yn y glwyd gerllaw Yn deffro caniad ar ol caniad clir O'r gerddi agos, nes o'r llechwedd draw Y cwyd un olaf ei leferydd ef A mwyndder trist y pellter yn ei lef There's longing in the sea and mountains grey There's longing too in silence and in song In mum' ring waters on their endless way At sunset hours and firelight's flames among But fondest in the wind it makes it moan And saddest in the sedge the wind replies Awaking echo's echo with its tone And mem'ry's mem'ry in the hearts deep sighs As when one hearkens to the chanticleer At hand with eager song at break of day Evoking answer upon answer clear From nearby gardens, till form far away A last lone songster lifts his voice on high With distance's sad longing in its cry

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