JOHN DENVER lyrics - An Evening With John Denver

Forest Lawn

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(Paxton) Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn in a silver casket with golden flowers over my head in a silver basket. Let the drum and bugle corp play taps while cannons roar. While sixteen liveried employees sell souvenirs from the funeral store. I wanna go simply when I go. They'll give me a simple funeral there, I know. With a casket lined in fleece and the fireworks spelling out 'Rest in Peace,' Oh, take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn. Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn, they understand there. They have a heavenly choir in the military band there. Just put me in their care, I'll find my comfort there. With sixteen planes in a last salute, they'll drop a cross in a parachute. I wanna go simply when I go, they'll give me a simple funeral there I know With a hundred strolling strings and topless dancers with golden wings, Oh, take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn. Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wild wood, Kindly leave a contribution in the pail. Be as simple and as trusting as a child would and we'll sell you the church in the dale. To find a simple resting place is my desire. To lay me down with a smiling face comes a little bit higher. My likeness cast in brass will stand in plastic grass While hidden weights and springs tips it's hat to the mourners filing past. I wanna go simply when I go. They'll give me a simple funeral there I know. I'll lie beneath the sand with piped-in tapes of Billy Graham, oh, take me when I'm gone to forest lawn. Rock of ages cleft for me for a slightly higher fee. Oh, take me when I'm gone to forest lawn.

One Of Those Days (Remix)

WHITNEY HOUSTON "Just Whitney"
(feat. Nelly) [Ad-libs] [Nelly] Uh-oh ya know that voice right derre now dirty Oh...its the world famous Ms. Whitney Houston If ya rollin wit Nelly, Whitney get ya hands up and if ya like the simple things get ya hands up I aint bout no trial tribulation and if ya wanna go and take a vacation hey WHITNEY!! [Whitney Houston] Kick off my shoes and relax my feet (Relax yo feet) Hit the kitchen grab a bite to eat (go head gurl) It's been one of those crazy weeks (uh uh) And I gotta do something special for me (just fo you ma) See, hit the salon get a mani and a pedi (uh uh) Have a massage, get a sip and then I'm ready (woo) Gotta take time out (na na na) And my real ladies know what I'm talking about (oh oh--c'mon) [Sing] Oooooooh, baby baby (yeah) You don't know what I've been going through (they dont know what you been going through baby gurl, you need to let em know) Sing it again now. Oooooooh, baby baby It's obvious to see exactly what I need (uh uh uh) [Nelly in the background] One of those days (If you independant lady get ya hands up) When the sun is shining bright (ya wanna buy ya own Mercedes get ya hands up) And my life is going right (if ya rollin wit Nel and Whitney get ya hands up) And the simple things are not wasted (If ya like the simple things get ya hands up) One of those days (If you independant lady get ya hands up) When you're cruising in your car (ya wanna buy ya own Mercedes get ya hands up) And you're out to see the stars (If ya like the simple things get ya hands up) And it's warm outside and beautiful [Nelly: Verse Two] Tonight, it's all about me (woo) Just wanna set my body free Never mind the TV (cut the music) Tonight I'll just let a little TV watch me (c'mon) Light the candles, aroma therapy (woo) Hot tub bubbles surrounding me (who you got back there) Mr. Big is in the background (well well) The Isley Brothers gonna hold it down... sing (uh oh) (Houston we got a problem) [Chorus] [Nelly] Hush ma you aint gotta plead ya case I understud you from the jump you said you need ya space take whateva time is need to give you a piece of mind cuz when you come home Im gonna give you a piece of mine you like a back rub in da tub play in the suds a simple walk 'round the park and let you feed the doves boo you my tenderony tell the homies no dibs and erry lil step you take is my perogetive hey, Call ya gurls take a gurly day off do da manies and da pedies whateva to stay soft cuz today you the boss and puttin the cost and whoeva else don't like it than f*ck it its there lost. [Chorus till the end]

Little Bit

JESSICA SIMPSON "Irresistible"
I'm not the kind of girl to sit out on sidelines The kind of girl who doesn't say it straight from her mind You're gonna know all that I'm feeling on the inside I ain't into games, I don't wanna waste Any time and all the energy we could spend Being together boy forever you're my best friend Got a little problem that I can't mend You been taking me for granted you I don't wanna walk away from what we have, and you know it I'm not telling you all of this to make you mad It's not about who's right or wrong It's not about who's weak or strong It's about what I need to make this last A little more time, a little less wait A little more heart, a little less break Simple and true, what they say A little bit goes a long way A little less talk, a little more do A little more me, a little less you Baby at the end of the day A little bit goes a loong way Don't wanna end up ina tricky situation So I'm giving you my every indication We can work it out together stop the tension Try to understand, baby where I stand I love you and I'm trying to be gentle So let me break it down for you and make it simple That you show a little love for me I don't wanna walk away or let you go, and you know it I'm not telling you all of this to make you sad It's not about the tears we cry It's about how hard we try To give a little more and see the other side A little more time, a little less wait A little more heart, a little less break Simple and true, what they say A little bit goes a long way A little less talk, a little more do A little more me, a little less you Baby at the end of the day A little bit goes a loong way And it hurts me, 'cause I care and I'm telling you why I'm unhappy so if you love me A little bit is not that much to ask to make things right Oh yeah, oh yeah, a little bit goes a long, long way A little more time, a little less wait A little more heart, a little less break Simple and true, what they say A little bit goes a long way A little less talk, a little more do A little more me, a little less you Baby at the end of the day A little bit goes a loong way

Tools

ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) "Hatchet Warrior"
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa] I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas Straight cap peelas Walkin' the earth, been mean since birth Takin' every damn thing in sight that's worth Somebody stabbin' you in the back, for a pebble of crack Eastside, bitches like that Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep Put me in a hole baby, 6 feet deep Better yet, just leave me alone I've survived this long with a microphone Roamin' the streets, mean muggin' police Left hand on my nuts right grippin' a piece So now I feel that I owe it to y'all You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone And don't think that I'm here to stress you out I just wanna let you know what I'm about [Hook x2] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a G brangs To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero [Verse 2: Anybody Killa] Face facts, do the math You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that Wait a minute, let me tell the truth I'm relaxed like a motherfucka, tomahawking a fool Walk away just keeping my cool Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue Yo Blaze, am I right? (WOOP WOOP!) That's what the fuck I've been tryin' to say Me and my whole damn family actin' murderous ways That's why we only gather once a year Because the world really can't afford to disappear So now we all break bread, never misled And the drama that I bring you will never forget And the ones that's down no matter where you're at I'm just here to let you know that I got your back [Hook x2] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a G brangs To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I'm hard as the come, homie don't be slippin' actin' dumb Shove the pistol in your mouth, slightly quicker than some The streets are talkin' I be listenin', hearin' Reppin' for my thugs who got nothin' to be fearin' Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed And waxed, some suckas with two little stripes to attack Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a soulja Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass shouldas Middle name Murder, Colton Grundy the rest You see me packin' a gun in the vest Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try me? I tell you one more time for all the foes of mine Ain't no way, ain't anybody gonna stop my shine Do the drive-bys bitch smackin' hoes and robberys I do it for the streets and the money so respect me [Hook x4] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a G brangs To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero

Road To Perdition

JAY ELECTRONICA
[Ronald Reagan:] "And they say if we'll only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he'll forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems. Well, perhaps there is a simple answer—not an easy answer—but simple" I got that black on black skin tone, actual-fact syndrome That's why I dropped the jewel on every verse you heard me shit on Okay, it's a Slumdog opera The tale of a king whose name wasn't on the roster My road to glory was Road To Perdition And Act II: The Turn is just the memoirs with no omissions We came a mighty long way from standing near the stove In the cold, the greatest story ever told The realest niggas see the pain in my story boards The true believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy" My life feel like a highlight reel This is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist feel Get a slight chill [Bridge - Jay Z:] I got these niggas, Breezy! Don't worry about it My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock Google me, baby, understand where I'm coming from My destiny's to hit a grand slam when my number come All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard Imperial Nigga signed the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle And I ain't leave the thugs alone The humble in me will surely inherit the mud we on And shoot up every club we clone The flow is too atomic The poetry's too Qu'ran-ic, the young prophet Muhammad And I could drop a verse to change the whole vibration The whole Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation So pour libation Beware, but prepare for the polarization, it's the globalization Warn all the clergymen and notify Satan I been waiting, this the notarization, I been patient [Bridge] A thousand kisses to the haters cause they made me greater A thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a savoir A thousand disses to these dickheads at these major labels From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Kane and Abel You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I paid the wager Mastered both sides of the force and plus I made my saber Yes sir, I'm a soldier of love Drowning all my sorrows and woes in the club My white boys say, "that shit you spit last year, bro Was like a real fine Merlot and a cashmere throw" Some black chicks say he ugly, white women they love me My Asians and my mamis don't put nothing above me I call it as it happens, the art of quality rapping One autobiographical chapter could start up the rapture And even though I walk in the narrow valley of death All I see is green pastures, bitches screaming from the rafters

Executioner's Dream

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[movie sample] "Inifinite...no you don't fuck around with the inifinite There's no way you do that... A painted hill has two sides, the kind you can touch with your hand The kind you can feel in your heart Your soul, the spiritual side; And you know, the worst of the two...is the spiritual" [Jus Allah] I'm leaf-twistin, but still kill your whole belief system I speak wisdom, translated to street diction A past victim of the government for grapple Now I slash you, I'm the slave wit snapped shackles After cash rules, a-alikes move wit me We murdered the fakes involved in the three-sixty Eighty-five face the truth, you're too dumb You burn and failed attempts reachin the sun I grab you and squeeze until your pores bleed Manipulate the earth that you formerly believed Even after you're buried underneath the soil Send a message to hell, nobody grieve for you Your physical mass is converted into ash Allah's wrath is engraphed on your epitab Spend eternity wit the underground forces Your screams echo in deaf ears of the remorseless [Chorus x2] "You don't even wanna test" "Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless" [Ikon] The raw mangler, seven angles of Angular Strangle the pagans who stayed in the pages of Diameter Rhyme shatterer, with nine rhymes I'm hackin you The author will scorch ya with the torture of Josef Mengele Sended you to the squared circle to meet me To beat me won't be easy, you'll face thesis of Meche Blood'll apease me, raps are prehistorical Cerebral of cathedral that leads you into the oracle I'm horrible, I burn wit no time to react Rewind DAT's so fine I pull spines out the back In time I crack minds that's what the brain desire Messiah pulls as Mariah into the rain of fire Barb wire around pagans that read the Bible Genocidal and liable to just cleave your spinal Final hours, the forbidden fruit they fond as Iris Study rappers, bringin wackness like Abolo scholars First in line to try to battle me, I left him limbless Tragic rappers just a fallacy, I left em skinless Beginners, keep your distance because we might be vicious You can find me wit Louis Logic drinkin pints of Guiness "You don't even wanna test" "Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless" [J-Treds] Aiyyo when I rhyme Fortunatley I possess a Jedi Mind So the force is with me (When I rhyme) Son it makes me spit a fresh one So when Treds is done, even a athiest will say I blessed him And when my jam bang, better cop that Fuck all these players who can't hang, get a jockstrap Cuz we drop bombs, better be scared Cuz it's either hop on or be prepared for us to lock horns We engage, when the pen sprays we wage war And then you know what they say, when it rains it pours So face us, cuz you can't change the laws of nature We independent, it's competition callin us major We major threats who deliver, so place your bets We'll bring it minus the Moet, Rollies, and Avirex We just spit shit too amazing, just shit That when you face it you'll see it's a must-win situation Ain't no second chance (anyway), not next to the champs Because it's our freestyle that's gettin grants from the NEA We well in doubt versus these rappers we tell about (Cuz us and them) Difference between takin a L and a bow [Chorus x2]

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