JOHN DENVER lyrics - John Denver Collection

Bread And Roses

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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High albums. As we go marching, marching In the beauty of the day A million darkened kitchens A thousand mill lofts grey Are touched with all the radiance That a sudden sun discloses For the people hear us singing Bread and roses, bread and roses As we go marching, marching We battle too for men For they are women's children And we mother them again Our lives shall not be sweetened From birth until life closes Hearts starve as well as bodies Give us bread, but give us roses As we go marching, marching We bring the greater days For the rising of the women Means the rising of the race No more the drudge and idler Ten that toil where one reposes But the sharing of life's glories Bread and roses, bread and roses Words by James Oppenheim (1912), music by John Denver

Guns & Roses

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
(feat. Lenny Kravitz) Yeah it's magic Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz And it's a Heavy D product you bastards Come on Ha hey yo stop playin man This is real serious Ha (It's the rock) yeah yo [Jay-Z] Post Postatono, Hov' hangin with Bono You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo And you too can cool out poolside after Delano And you too flow like you was out of your mind yo And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonalds Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA Would make a mistake on the who know it stayed still in the way Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play They giveth and they taketh life is cool that way But even a broken clock is right two times a day You could have turned Guns into Roses like two times today Now there's something you gotta say two times to Jay I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action Its safe when you play with skills, good luck could happen Let's go (C'mon) It's the Roc [repeat 4X] That's right [Jay-Z] It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit You got it criss-crossed ain't no turning me backwards Too many District Attorneys concerned with the actions Of one individual he's criminally attached I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors While dating all the models and actresses I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio Trying not to mess up my axis kid On the road to riches through trafficking Through rappining whatever's happening Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren Every time I get out they put me right back in The Michael Corleone of the microphone The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems Have you ever known moss like a rolling stone Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon (C'mon) It's the Roc [3X] (C'mon) That's right (C'mon) [Lenny Kravitz: repeat 2X] Life is all about Guns and Roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, Guns and Roses [Jay-Z] More Guns then Roses, foes is, visibly shook of the invisible book, let's go Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain And in order to experience joy you need pain Every time a baby is born, somebody slain You know the saying, somebody's lose is another's gain The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain When the rainbow in the cloud comes out we do it again Everything evens up, you just wait Even a garbage can gets a steak You ain't even a garbage can you have faith But when it turns your way before it turns away To turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay You will get return in your investment if attention you pay let's go (C'mon) It's the Roc [3X] (C'mon) That's right (C'mon) [Lenny Kravitz: repeat 2X] Life is all about Guns and Roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, Guns and Roses Life is all about Guns and Roses

Year Of The Snake

ANGGUN "Echoes"
Never into predictions Don’t trust the weatherman Everything gets my emotions Go up or down the drain Hidden stories to be told These lines in our hands If everything’s already written Don’t tell me how it ends Faces come and then they go Leaving scars or smiles Wounds can heal but still the echoes Lingering inside Remembered hitting the new low Living in a lie And you’re one of the worst I know That happened in my life Rising learning from our mistakes From that year of the snake When everything turned into heartbreak Rising even if the ground shakes In that year of the snake Don’t waste your time because life won’t wait Didn’t know it was serious Should’ve seen the signs Paying for our recklessness The war of nerves begun Do we know our friends and foes When they tell a lie Tell me how to sleep at night With eyes open wide Don’t believe all you hear There’re devils in disguise Don’t let anyone crush your dreams Your hands can touch the sky Speak the truth and be sincere Let god be your guide Trust your heart don’t feed your fears And love will never die Rising learning from our mistakes From that year of the snake When everything turned into heartbreak Rising even if the ground shakes In that year of the snake Don’t waste your time because life won’t wait Never into predictions Don’t trust the weatherman Everything gets my emotions Go up or down the drain Hidden stories to be told These lines in our hands If everything’s already written Don’t tell me how it ends Faces come and then they go Leaving scars or smiles Wounds can heal but still the echoes Lingering inside Remembered hitting the new low Living in a lie And you’re one of the worst I know That happened in my life That year of the snake

The Late John Garfield Blues

JOHN PRINE "Diamonds In The Rough"
Black faces pressed against the glass Where rain has pressed it's weight Wind blown scarves in top down cars All share one western trait Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks From winos to dime-store Jews Probably don't know they give me These late John Garfield blues Midnight fell on Franklin Street And the lamppost bulbs were broke For the life of me, I could not see But I heard a brand new joke Two men were standing upon a bridge One jumped and screamed you lose And just left the odd man holding Those late John Garfield blues An old man sleeps with his conscience at night Young kids sleep with their dreams While the mentally ill sit perfectly still And live through life's in-betweens I'm going away to the last resort In week or two real soon Where the fish don't bite but once a night By the cold light of the moon The horses scream- the nightmares dream And the dead men all wear shoes 'Cause everybody's dancin' Those late John Garfield blues

Cannonball Days

RYAN ADAMS "Gold"
What's come to stay from your cannonball days But a house and some clothes on the line? You fired away with your drunken brigade In the streets of New York as a child A woman so fine, yeah, fine as a girl Slow like an Italian wine Her hair all a mess and her dress all disheveled But all of your roses have died Better luck in the next life 'Cause your gonna need it, dear Loved you back then but I couldn't say when All of your roses have died All of your roses have died I tasted your lips, put my hands on your hips Danced in apartment A-9 Your cats on the sill and my head to your breast Feeding your rhythms divine A west Jersey queen with a rattle machine Tasted the salt through your skin Loved you back then but I couldn't say when All of your roses have died Better luck in the next life Go give them some hell and goodbye Loved you back then but I couldn't say when All of your roses have died All of your roses have died A bask in the heat down on Christopher Street Bought you a rose from a bum Left you a note that I stuffed in your coat You laughed and you said it was dumb You broke like a stem and I guess you're with him I'm sure that he treats you just fine So bottoms up, cheers, baby, here's to your tears All of your roses have died Better luck in the next life I'll miss you but go on, goodbye I feel like a straight from his cannonball days When all of your roses were mine When all of your roses were mine

The Rough As A Cob March

Firesign Theatre
------------------------------------------- (Choir: We're marching, marching to Shibboleth, With the Eagle and the Sword! We're praising Zion 'til her death, Until we meet our last reward! Men: Our Lord's reward! Women: Zion! Oh happy Zion! O'er wrapp'd, but not detained! Men: Lion, f'rocious Lion! His beard our mighty mane! Women: At First and Main! Men: Oh, we;ll go marching, marching to Omaha, With the Buckram and the Cord! Women: You'll hear us boom our State! Men: Ha, ha! As we cross the final ford! Women: The flaming Ford! Choir: Zion! Oh mighty Zion! Your bison now are dust! As your cornflakes rise Gainst the rust-red skies, Then our blood requires us must Go ... Men: Marching, marching to Shibboleth, With the Eagle and the ... Women: The Buckram and the Cord! Men: Sword! Praising Zion 'til her death! Women: Ha, ha! Men: Until we eat our last reward! Women: The flaming Ford! Choir: Zion! Oh righteous Zion! There is no one to blame! For the homespun pies 'Neath the cracking skies Shall release the fulsome rain! Tenor: Shall release! Men: Shall release! Soprano: Shall release! Women: Shall release! Choir: Shall release the vinyl rein!

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