JOHN DENVER lyrics - All Aboard!

I've Been Working On The Railroad

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(Traditional) I've been working on the railroad all the livelong day. I've been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. Can't you hear the whistle blowing, rise up so early in the morn. Can't you hear the whistle blowing, Dinah, blow your horn. Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow your horn? Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow your horn? Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, someone's in the kitchen I know. Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah strumming on the old banjo. Fee fie fiddle eeii o, fee fie fiddle eeii o, fee fie fiddle eeii o, strumming on the old banjo.

Clubland

Kristine W. "Stronger"
With all that jazz The music now it never sleeps The base hums beneath your feet Hurry up and grab a groove It pulls you out your shoes Hey...DJ play my song Everybody's gonna sing along Let it out, blow it strong You got to blow your own horn Frankfurt and Hollywood They own the underground like they should Dance, Jungle, House and Trance You got to blow your own horn Down in clubland Underground in clubland You want to blow your own horn It's alive in clubland Never dies in clubland You got to blow your own horn Feel the sweat from the body heat Hmm, Every weekend you retreat Gather one and gather all Go ahead and blow your own horn Brush the sleep back from your eyes Every night's a big surprise We're going to greet the morning skies It's a show let it go Every night you re-invent what you really want to be He's a she but we all agree It's a party Blow your own horn Down in clubland Underground in clubland You want to blow your own horn It's alive in clubland Never dies in clubland You got to blow your own horn Hurry, Hurry, Hurry You got to blow your own horn Oowe, Oowe, Oowe You got to blow your own horn You got to blow your own horn Go ahead and blow your own horn Every night you re-invent what you really want to be He's a she but we all agree It's a party Blow your own horn Down in clubland Underground in clubland You want to blow your own horn It's alive in clubland Never dies in clubland You got to blow your own horn

Battery

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
[Aesop Rock] Yo change the fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep And it's, worker zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashers Training Generation Fallout Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out There's smoke in my iris But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids So I'm ready now (What you ready for?) I'm ready for life in this city And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool (This is our school) I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstool Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool (Man please) Man please My name stands for my being And my being stands for the woman who stood And braved the storm could raise this evening (Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful) Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence Back in a long time agi, I was to way the wishes wish But Mister Smits, I slept through my appointment Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify And picked the rose and wielded The second I introduced myself as Nervous Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken Some are burning, some have rosen Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them Some are just a brutal reprocussion of devotion Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion Now where I live there's a homeless man He sits upon a crate He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this *Horn samples* [Aesop Rock] And I ain't getting any younger My knuckles wear their bruises well I've yet to lose that hunger But only time can tell Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks See your name is Ambiguity My name is something hands can't hold But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn But y'all numb from gut fuel I administer eclispe, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit I am an epiphany, I am wet foot mammal Channel surfing my way to the top Tugboat in a bottle With no holes poked in the nozzle I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium The second my halo ran outta helium Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry But my energy's a rental So I take this now to save My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego Y'all are family for life I'll take that bullet to preserve you I wanna be something spectacular On the day the sun runs outta batteries Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this (I ain't gettin any younger) *Horn samples to end*

Shaolin Worldwide

WU-TANG CLAN "Iron Flag"
(feat. Street Life) ['Who's the knucklehead wantin respect' -- Ghostface] [sample repeats in background of Street's intro] [Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)] Yo, yo Never doubt the Life (EHHHH! YO!) Yo Who the fuck are you to criticize me Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey Yo (respect, that's my word) [Street Life] Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen All my life I've been poverty stricken Always took what's mines, never was given a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction Concrete composition for emcee's in submission Special edition crash course mission Push through like the task force and crush all competition See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin Greet your man posted up like two little bitches When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Yo, yo Math!) It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder Fear the bow of the silent archer Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter Poison darter, news photographers document the horror While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar Your highnes, the crowd hollar Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the gosha Monster truck crush you imposters [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Method Man] I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into Got the Clan jewels as I continue to serve you everythin on that's on the menu with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me Shaolin What Don't get it fucked up and cross me Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy Say it ain't so! Bust the callico Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! ['wantin respect--wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['Who's the knucklehead wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['wantin respect--wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the...' -- Ghostface]

Horny Ponycorn Horns

ATMOSPHERE "Happy Clown Bad Dub 8 / Fun EP"
[Slug] I seen it all from the best to the worst, a pulse and nurse You're just a tall Smurf (Ha!) Picture on the wall and they calling me the perp (Who?) Cause Sean was never the one to swallow his verse Fools want to step, man, put your health first Only thing you gonna wreck is your self-worth You might as well of pulled up the self-serve That ain't beef, that's just hamburger helper Tell her, that the circus is coming better purchase your tickets cause I heard a little something and whoa, child! It's SO WILD they got OLD STYLES and GOLD SMILES And we happy as fuck, not Daddy Warbucks, just Daffy Ducking it Ant's caddy like WHAT Sleep through sleep knocking ?demon? and some BMW backseats Sleeping through my dreams of fucking you So here goes everything at once Turn thirty-something still haven't learned how to roll a blunt But I show how you to smoke out of a soda can I'll hold it over your head 'till you overstand.. up! Pull your pants up, you don't love me, you only let me fuck cause your man sucks Beers gettin' warm, but I'm here to perform To anyone who's horny we're going to give them the horns, go... [Slug] They call me Slug, I resemble my brother The lumberjack in the back eating pancakes with peanut butter Can't wait until we be discovered (Uh-huh!) I want a fanbase full of jealous husbands and ex-lovers They make war, make up, make love, listening to my neurosis and Anthony's trump kit Having fun like it's a ?pasic? trip Take a ? to the ? and suck on my ?sack of rine? Start the engine move the piston I'm just a magician dressed as a musician Tried to free the world and feed your girl And eat this Euro and please don't hurl These Raggedy Andy rappers caught that fancy fever, now they're softer and sweeter than cotton candy Rocking candies beneath that sweatsuit Stop the fantasy, here comes the guest, who? Yup, that's right, came and check that mic Let the rest go fight, cause your dress is so tight If it's fresh they bite, but if it's dope they swallow And I'll be DAMNED if I don't give you a mouthful She thinks I'm fly I think she's warm (Uh-huh) And you know the norm Mandy pour in the ? So I told her I was from that band called Korn Took her to the roof and put her hand on my horn like... [Slug] Mr. Dibbs, he plays his horn (Alright) Brother Ali, he plays his horn I Self Divine (Yeah), he plays a horn Dillinger Four, they play that horn (Uh-huh) Murs and Blueprint, they play their horn (Yeah) Crescent Moon, he plays his horn (Right) "Lift Her Pull Her", they played the horn Eyedea and Abilities, they play their horn (What?) Los Nativos, they play the horn (Uh-huh) Luckyiam, he plays his horn (Alright) P.O.S., he plays his horn (Yeah!) Gladys Knight & the Pips, they play the horn (Yeah!) MF Doom, he plays his horn (Alright) Soul ?, she plays the horn (Alright!) To my man Musab, he plays the horn (Alright!) Rhyyyyyyyyymesaaaaayers!!! (Come on, come on, everybody sing along!) ...One, two, three, we outta here! Peanuts for sale! Come get your peanuts! "I didn't get the part where the wine bottle rolled down from the top of the balcony.." "When you say 'Go out' I don't, you know, I thought you meant something--" "That's okay, we-we gotta fade it.." ("We gotta fade it" Loops over and starts to slow down)

Triumph

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Ol Dirty Bastard] What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine [Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block [Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standin firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back In the line of fire holdin back, what My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums [Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods [Ol Dirty Bastard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king [RZA] Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebrum cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation [GZA] War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another heart is torn as close ones mourn Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song [Masta Killa] The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Givin sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Ghostface Killah] Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, black nobled you Ali Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth Ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz [Raekwon] Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

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