JOHN DENVER lyrics - Country Roads-Very Best Of John

Potter Wheel

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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song album. It has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Calypso album, as a live version. The world is fast becoming younger The news is all they've ever known They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger How will they choose when they are grown What do you tell forever's children When it's their turn to hurt and heal Whatever spins a grim tornedo Can also turn a potters wheel Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Tell with your life the bloody story Teach to they're dreams not burning steel It's not in bombs where lies the glory But in what's shattered on the field The potter's wheel takes love and caring Skill and patience fast and slow The works it makes are easily broken Once they survive the potter's throw Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Some day some children will be digging In some long forgotten ground And they'll find our civilisation Or what's left of it to be found They'll find the weapons of destruction But buried deeper in the hole They'll find a message and a promise In the sand, the potter's bowl Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Earth and fire and wind conspire With human hands, and love, and fire Words and Music by Bill Danoff

Axel Off

APARTMENT 26 "Music For The Massive"
With strong intent I set the goal Now spin the wheel, let the dice roll I just try to be aware! Arms stretchin out to take it all Now spin the wheel and answer the call. I just try to be aware. I'm so enlightened by every corner of this box I chose To live in. impatiently I wait. Feeling alright? You're the one I lean toward. Gonna get it right You're the one I lean toward. What kind of purpose do you have? I never meant to make you mad Just try to be aware! I wait for you, to keep the peace Drippin with sweat and filth and grease You should try to be aware! Oh the stakes are increasing You know it's just a business to me Oh the insanity Just take it by the scruff of the neck [chorus] You say you don't feel safe So cover up your head Quit lookin over there Where do you want to go? Feel free to take a seat Just try to be aware! That I am the devil Dressed up like you To lure you into a False sense of security oh wait ... [chorus]

How'm I Gonna Find You Now

JAMES MCMURTRY "Complicated Game"
I've got a cup of black coffee so I don't get lazy I've got a rattle in the dashboard driving me crazy And if I hit it with my fist it'll quit for a little while Gonna have to stop and take a piss in another mile Headed into town gonna meet you at the mercantile Take it to the Sonic get you grinning like a crocodile I got a hole in the floorboard sucking in fumes I'll leave the hitchhiker standing 'cause I haven't got room Well he looked kinda scary so I didn't like him anyway Could've been a con from the state prison runaway Anyway he probably hadn't showered in a couple days No one but a fool would've given him the time of day,yeah Just listen close I'll tell you how I feel You need to know so I'll talk slow I always keep it real I see the red light blinking in the middle of town But I don't see your car parked anywhere around And I'm smoking into town like a molotov cocktail Rag in the gas cap flapping loose never fails Cell phone's down 'cause they didn't get the check I mailed How'm I gonna find you now How'm I gonna find you now I remember when I met you I's in love in one fell swoop You had a blade in your pocket and a rag in your belt loop Guys hovering 'round the bar like gulls on the ocean At the end of your shift just in case you got the notion Watch you washin' all the glassware, poetry in motion I'd a'roped the moon for you How'm I gonna find you now How'm I gonna find you now Just listen close I'll tell you how I feel You need to know so I'll talk slow I won't let go of this obsessive zeal I've got a mad coming on and it's gonna be dreadful Now I'm washing down my blood pressure pill with a Red Bull I hit the city limit sign and I'm blind and I'm seeing red Uniroyal tire on the right rear throwing tread You oughta see the x-rated scene running in my head Big as a baby's arm how'm I gonna find you now How'm I gonna find you now

Pump It Up

ELVIS COSTELLO "This Year's Model"
I've been on tenterhooks ending in dirty looks, list'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that. She said that's that. I don't wanna chitter-chat. Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat. Pump it up when you don't really need it. Pump it up until you can feel it. Down in the pleasure centre, hell bent or heaven sent, listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander. There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand. Pump it up until you can feel it. Pump it up when you don't really need it. She's been a bad girl. She's like a chemical. Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic. You wanna torture her. You wanna talk to her. All the things you bought for her, putting up your temp'rature. Pump it up until you can feel it. Pump it up when you don't really need it. Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin, you put your passion out under the pressure pin. Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission. No use wishing now for any other sin. Pump it up until you can feel it. Pump it up when you don't really need it.

The Windmills Of Your Mind

ALISON MOYET "Voice"
Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly Was it something that you said Lovers walking along the shore, Leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong When you knew that it was over In the autumn of goodbyes For a moment You could not recall the color of his eyes Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circle that you find In the windmills of your mind

It The End Of The World As We Know It

R.E.M. "Document"
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line. Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine... (It's time I had some time alone)

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