JOHN DENVER lyrics - Country Roads-Very Best Of John

Raven Child

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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Earth Songs album. It has been released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone, The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High albums. Raven's child Is chasing salvation Black beak turned white From the crack and the snow On the streets of despair The answer is simple A spoonful of mercy Can set free the soul The drug king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Even children Are twisted to serve him And greed has corrupted What once was a heart Raven's child Keeps vigil for freedom Trades for the arms That once made her strong With nuclear warheads And lasers in heaven fear does the choosing Between right and wrong The arms king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Bankers assure him That he needn't care And greed makes a stone of What once was a heart Raven's child Is washing the water All of her wing-feathers Blackened with tar Prince William shoreline's An unwanted highway Of asphalt and anger An elegant scar The oil king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Lawyers have warned him He mustn't speak And greed has made silent What once was a heart You know there are walls That come tumbling down For people who yearn to be free Still there are hearts That long to be opened And eyes that are longing to see Raven's child is our constant companion Sticks like a shadow To all that is done Try as we may We just can't escape him The source of our sorrow and shame We are one The true King sits On a heavenly throne Never away nor above nor apart With wisdom and mercy And constant compassion He lives in the love That lives in our hearts Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry

Starfire Burning Upon The Ice Veiled Throne Of Ultima Thule

Bal Sagoth
Spears agleam in the dying sun, The blood is spilled, the battle's won, From the icy throne of God-King shall rule, When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule. [Old Northlander war-song, found in the ancient scrolls of Volmyr] The Final Part of Voryn Helmsmiter's Journey to the Ice Realm: Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom upon the ice... My limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows... my eyes nearly frozen closed. For how long had we travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in the cruel, searing storm-winds. And now, at last... our quest is at an end. With the blessings of the elders we began our journey beyond the great veil of shadowed glaciers... They spoke of a prophecy foretold, an ancient and glorious legacy, A quest for the realm of legendry lost to man since before even the Star-Lords descended... Now, only I survive, my blood spilling to the ice, turning to crimson crystal upon the deeply frozen earth. Elder sorcery crackles and hums all about me, coursing through the sky, the snow... As grim destiny approaches with the freezing boreal gales and this ancient prophecy unfolds... [Predication of the Elders:] Go, follow the witch-lights in the northern night sky, beyond the great silvern mountains... Let the sacred moon-crystal be your guide, beware the sentinels at the Caverns of Eternal Mist... Spears agleam in the dying sun, The blood is spilled, the battle's won, From the icy throne of God-King shall rule, When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule. Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying, Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire, White wolves (like silent spirits) haunt us, ever northwards, the ice-gem leads us, glimmering, Powerful spells entwine the shrine of legendry, mighty gates of frozen splendour looming, When the moon and stars shine as one upon the snows, the ancient ice-gate opens, the prophecy is fulfilled! Towering, ice-encrusted forms lumber forth from the freezing mist, (Their eyes shimmering with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...) Our steel is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal, And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of slaughter. (Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged or wielded, I am beckoned forward by a strange, alluring force from beyond the veil of swirling mists...) Shadows, images form in the glittering rune-carved walls of this glacial chamber, Secrets frozen within the timeless vaults of eternity... The throne of the time-lost ice realm, entwined in the mantle of such searing star-born power... This frozen, aeon-cloaked seat of immortal majesty... (of an empire forged long before the vast seas rose in devouring fury!) What shimmering swords raised in combat once sang with the glorious clamour of steel on steel? What splendid banners, billowing in the icy gales, once heralded the march of these invincible silverclad legions to the blood-swathed embrace of epic battle? The glory of untold thousands of years past... this ethereal legacy of mighty Ultima Thule. The frozen eyes of immortal kings watch me... such a dark splendour! The Guardian of Ice and Shadow: The grim Ice-Gods sleep in these frost-bound tombs, illumined by the caress of lunar fire, And the kiss of star-gleam from the stygian void... All is now as was foretold in prophecy, written in the very ether of empyreal eternity... The celestial alignment is night... the conjunction is at hand! And nine stars illumine the northern heavens, a vast cosmic sigil with the silvern moon at its centre... Blazing argent light fills the chamber, engulfing the hewn walls of elder ice, These ancient carvings in a time-veiled tongue, (etched into the primeval ice countless aeons ago, now bathed in diaphonous incandescence by this storm of lucent stellar power, their mindsearing meaning at last becomes known to me...) their cosmic secrets unfold... The ice-throne is encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame, A lambent flame far colder than the frozen surface upon which it dances... And then, enlightenment comes, gleaming down upon my consciousness as the bright moon gazes down upon this auroral vista... From my mind is lifted an obscuring veil, a veil induced by sorcerous arts, and I realize I have been merely a vassal of another's twisted will, a pawn in a game which is entwined in treachery and malign aspirations to thresholds of great power. Such a traitorous web has been spun! The elders of my kingdom bow in obeisance to the vile priests of Xothan'kur, and it is their diseased machinations which have urged me here, to the very heart of the far-fabled ice realm... for they seek to usurp the power of the Conjunction, stealing the vast energies of the Ice-Veiled throne and absorbing them into their own leprous, undead bodies, pe rpetuating the adoration of their abhorrent liege for countless ages, liberating his vile will and enslaving the realms of the world... Aye, for generations they have plotted their actions, and I was the key to this plot, chosen from birth for this fated journey... for the blood of the ancient kings of Ultima Thule runs strong in my veins, and only once in every aeon may one such as I stand before the throne during the great cosmic alignment, when the sorceries of the ancient Ice-Gods are at their peak, and rightfully wield this power unleashed... And yet I vow that the vile minions of Xothan'kur shall not prevail... Liberating the fettered power of the moon-crystal, I sever the tendrils of their dark conjurings, and their aspirations are at an end, th eir spells broken by the very power which they sought to usurp! The final vestiges of mortal life flee my body in crimson gouts, and at last I realize what the fates have spun for me, and what is carved in the very ice all about me... My destiny is at ha nd... [The Herald of Enlightenment:] And so, enrob'd by tendrils of starfire and the raiments of lunar mist, The immortal liege whose sceptred empire is eternity, Sits enthroned and brooding over his dark realm once more. The last of my life's blood spills to the ice, (as star-wrought destiny is at last fulfilled.) Swathed in freezing flame... The mystic wolves of the frost-moon (slowly, silently) encircle me, Their eyes are blazing azure, and their fur is whiter than the sublime snows. Such power! I am the Chosen... the secrets of the earth and the stars are unlocked before me... I am destined to reign forever... to reign from the Ice-Veiled Throne of Ultima Thule! [Lyrics: Byron] [Music: Chris and Jonny Maudling]

Im Gonna Be My King

Infected
I didn't see it-no I didn't hear it I was just trying to Remember all the things I'll never know Well I was walking along-and I'm trying to stay strong-but It's always so hard because something's going wrond-but I try to remember all the things I'll never know And then it crashes on down without a warning there's a sound And the next thing I know is I'm flying off the ground I try to remember all the things I'll never know If you could hear mt heart-it'd sound something like this Not from my memory-what do you want from me Spinning through the ages left laughing at the dazes left me nothing that I want nor I need My pain is running plenty, my anger's nearly spent me getting harder from the suffering You crash my world and you're going down, run away and I'll hunt you down Start me up and that's the way it gonna be I gotta rule my world I'm gonna be my king I got it all set up I'm gonna be that everything Ssh! now listen up... my heart's got something else to say! Out of my memory... that's all that's left of me I'm tired of your lying, have no more of your denying... never want the future to turn to that past Thoughts annihilated-you're mentally constipated to disturb, it from the things that don't last I'm gonna be my king Ripping apart at the mind Ripping apart at the mind-you mentally try to slay me Ripping apart at the mind-why you trying to do me Ripping apart at the mind-why a king couldn't save me when you mentally slay me A simplistic introduction to a complex destruction from the friction that they're sponsoring Unable to delete the memories incomplete cause the hope and joy they're conquering It's spiritually uncleansing-the nightmare's never-ending now you're striking the proverbial kill But you underestimated how highly agitated was my purpose and my power and will Can't nobody stop me can't nobody stop me I'm gonna be my king I didn't see it, no Ididn't hear it I was just trying to remember all the things I'll never know

Joey

GRATEFUL DEAD "Dylan The Dead"
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him why it had to be that way, Well, he answered, just because. Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last. They called Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid Blast. Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they were really at. When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof. He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners. They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs. The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim, Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame. But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, We're not those kind of men. It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with. What time is it? said the judge to Joey when they met Five to ten, said Joey. The judge says, That's exactly what you get. He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike. His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand. When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great. He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind To the boss he said, I have returned and now I want what's mine. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, Why did they have to come and blow you away? It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun I'm around too many children, he'd say, they should never know of one. Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe, Emptied out the register, said, Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe. One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork. He pushed the table over to protect his family Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, He ain't dead, he's just asleep. Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save. The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born. And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away?

Joey

BOB DYLAN "Desire"
Born in Red Hook Brooklyn in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside whatever side there was When they asked him why it had to be that way 'Well' he answered 'just because'. Larry was the oldest Joey was next to last They called Joe 'Crazy' the baby they called 'Kid Blast' Some say they lived off gambling and running numbers too It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away. There was talk they killed their rivals but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they were really at When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof He went out that night to seek revenge thinking he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners They stashed them away in a basement called them amateurs. The hostages were trembling when they heard a man exclaim 'Let's blow this place to kingdom come let Con Edison take the blame' But Joey stepped up, and he raised his hand and said, 'We're not those kind of men It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again'. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away. The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with 'What time is it' said the judge to Joey when they met 'Five to ten' said Joey. The judge says, 'That's exactly what you get'. He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzche and Wilhelm Reich They threw him in the hole one time for trying to stop a strike His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand. When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind To the boss he said, 'I've returned and now I want what's mine'. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away. It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun 'I'm around too many children', he'd say, 'they should never know of one' Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe Emptied out his register, said, 'Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe'. One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York He could see it coming through the doors as he lifted up his fork He pushed the table over to protect his family Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away. Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep I heard his best friend Frankie say, 'He ain't dead he's just asleep' Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save. The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of the Brooklyn mourned They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born And someday if God's in heaven overlooking his preserve I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away.

Ab-Soul

AB-SOUL "Long Term"
Guess it's got to the point Where I just gotta spell this shit out for y'all, know what I mean? See, y'all niggas hear the name Ab-Soul, right? Y'all niggas think I'm supposed to be talkin' about mu fuckin' The flowers and the earth or somethin' like that, know what I'm talkin' about? I'm a real ass nigga though, on everything Lemme break it down [Hook:] I said A is for the apple on the tree I ain't far from B is for the bottom of the bottle of hard rum Dash to the finish line, chasing the S Which stands for my favorite three letter word (Sex) O is for all the ounces of dro I consume U meaning a unanimous decision of whom Is number 1, leaving the L which stands for Love I spread it like the blood of fallen soldiers above You put it all together and you get Ab-Soul- Lutely, the best, salute me or meet death Like Gaylord Focker met the parents of his girl Martha We're staring at you, will depart ya Thats the 38 special Commentary from the King author not the knights of the round table sponsor But amongst the dopest the west coast has had to offer since the '80s crack epidemic I play drums for the contraband Matter of fact, hit me King Blue you a fool for this one I ain't even gon' spit, just drool on this one My saliva's way liver than yours, rappers Shut your trap 'fore I set it Y'all gassed up like your guns, unleaded Yeah I said it, don't chat, no telling where we headed Close shop when I open fire Cause Soul known to carry the cannon like Mariah Yes I uh Bring it to you raw and uncut No buts like an empty ash tray, what the fuck Matter of fact, lemme break it down for y'all one more time, look [Hook:] I said A is for the apple on the tree I ain't far from B is for the bottom of the bottle of hard rum Dash to the finish line, chasing the S Which stands for my favorite three letter word (Sex) O is for all the ounces of dro I consume U meaning a unanimous decision of whom Is number 1, leaving the L which stands for Love I spread it like a virus, it'll kill you if you buy it I'm with your girl playing games like Who could get the highest at the Hyatt, real fun you should try it I got her wet, I'll send her back to you to dry it You ain't the flyest or the king of the jungle, but you lying And I can see it through ya iris Drink like I'm Irish, think like a genius Fall back I'm all that like Kel and Keenan Add a bag of chips and the baddest bitch I'll be posing with a black in my mouth, grabbing my dick Constipation is an understatement I ain't ever gave a shit You know you hot when You only get 8 bars in a song and it's still everybody's favorite My fault, my god, I'm a problem like a broke condom A editor just told me nobody was in my column Top Dawg 4th wheel and I'm still ill Open up the car door that look like a steel mill I hotbox like cable in the hood And I'm good like wrenches with a sentence, understood? And if it's not I'll leave you with this Top Notch muthafucka, like snot muthafucka, I'm sick Don't get infected Bitch ass niggas T-D-E

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