JOHN DENVER lyrics - John Denver Collection

A Little Further North

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(Conners) The sun sinks behind me in the west, this is the time of day I love best. Salt breezes murmur through the coconut palm, as the colors change, they set a scene of tropic calm. Seagulls headed back to land, over the mangrove and the salt pan. By a lazy creek with a six pack and a fishing line, win back some memories and losing track of time. I head a little further north each year. Leave the cities behind, out of sight out of mind. Up where my troubles can all disappear I head a little further north each year. Feeling the night wrap around me, eases my mind's serenity. Ocean waves are humming on the outer reef, these balmy days and sultry nights are a welcome relief. I head a little further north each year, taking my mind to an easier time. Up where there's silence and the night sky is clear, I head a little further north each year. I head a little further north each year, taking my mind to an easier time. Up where there's silence and the night sky is clear, I head a little further north each year.

Fed Up

HOUSE OF PAIN "Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again"
Lord have mercy Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin [Chorus] Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Lord have some mercy on my soul Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say 'Ah who dat waz' Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em [Chorus 3]

Mrs. Interpret

ATMOSPHERE "SouthSiders"
[Hook:] J'ai faim J'ai soif J'ai besoin de toi de toi [Verse 1:] I could look you in the face for all time And even if I fall blind I'll still see you in my mind You got the grace of a raven It ain't no misbehaving if I tell you that you're the taste that I'm cravin' You can't imagine all the time and dedication Trying to find a way to obtain your validation And sometimes we stayed up untill the sunrise Talking about nothing but that love jive And if we're gonna keep it legit I got a little secret that I need to admit You see, ever since I was a teenage mess I've had a hard time interpreting the opposite sex But I need you, girl, that's my word Now could you please repeat your last few words? Most beautiful voice I've ever heard But you might as well have a mouth full of baby birds [Hook] [Verse 2:] And then she asked me if I caught a singe thing she said I involuntarily nodded my head Honestly I did hear your actual voice But the words blended with the background noise I must've got lost in my mind somehow And now I'm too far behind to try and figure it out The fact is I don't know what you're talking about And I'm distracted by the gymnastics up in your mouth Truthfully it's not you, it's me Cause you're the moon that moves the sea See, I guess there's a limit to my listening And then I get dissmissive and treat it as if it's gibberish And I don't mean to be blunt Cause I know we'll probably talk about this for the rest of the month But my life wouldn't be complete If I didn't get to misread the shit you speak [Hook] [Bridge:] So what you need? Yeah, maybe I never knew how to communicate So what you need? Nah, I never learned how to ice skate So what you need? Go ahead finish your thought, I'll wait So what you need? [Hook]

Jack Knife Ginal

SKUNK ANANSIE "Post Orgasmic Chill"
Your future's where your friendly day Then it's coming to feed you in your head Going slow, you'll yearn the most Still it's coming to fing your holly throat So let me tease your silver scare That you're willing to suck on 'til you sore Maybe caught the ore request So then fingers will a shiney home Slide into you head Side into your head I'll find a way,into your bed Slide into your head When the dawn is breaking free And it's getting too hard for rellary Slip and smile your good time here And u're felling the lips of care free lives Everybody upside down 'Til they're weeling to take a holy crime Rolling chicks, the big time here And I'm willing to spend all this time Jack knife ginal Where the jail [x4]

Every Year

E-40
Make me feel it uhhh It's in the heart man I can feel it right here It's in the heart man I can feel it right here man it's real (Every year about this time) Every year about this time yessuh (There's someone like me) There's always a dark cloud that lingers over the city There it is And I wanna preach about it looka here Every year about this time I get to diggin up old school memories that I keep stored in the back of the head in the back of my mind that I always seem to find When I'm marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine Just come home from Quentin, and all I know is strind Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either white collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones How can I make some sort of dividends How can I get my mathematics on how can I get in where I fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time) About this time, uhh (They lock us up, and throw away the key) Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity 'ater Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh Life and death does it, coincide Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn I heard a brother say White folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each other You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose But if you choose to cross the game, then I'd have to break the news uhh Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt I'm used to fast cash and big bucks, fuck construction work And how can I make some sort of dividends How can I get my mathematics, how can I get in where I fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time They lock us up, and throw away the key) You think I'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money into some clean money? Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company? Good intentions but I, never follow through I got good intentions but I, never follow through Systemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me I'll fuck you You ain't from the hood nigga, so you ain't got a clue If I ever strike it rich UHH, I ain't gon never move Cause I'm a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitude How can I make some sort of dividend how can I get my mathematics on, how can I get in where I, fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time They lock us up, and throw away the key)

Year Of The Cat

AL STEWART "Year Of The Cat"
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat Well, she looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat Well, morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometimes you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat

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