JOHN DENVER lyrics - Poems, Prayers And Promises

Junk

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(McCartney) Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two, brokenhearted jubilee. Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two, sentimental jamboree. Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window, why, why says the junk in the yard. Ya da da da da da. La da da da. Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window, why, why says the junk in the yard. Ya da da da da da da da. La da da da. Candlesticks, building bricks, something old and new, memories for you and me.

Please Tell Me Why

NELLY
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk I didn't mean to call you that, I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me (CHORUS) Please tell me, Please tell me why my car is in the front yard and I'm sleeping with my clothes on, came in through the window last night and your gone, GONE It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me, the smoke alarm is going off when there's a cigarette, still burning (CHORUS) Please tell me why, my car is in the front yard and I'm sleeping with my clothes on, came in through the window last night, and your gone, GONE Please tell me why my car is in the front yard and I'm sleeping with my clothes on, came in through the window last night, and it's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me, can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk I didn't mean to call you that Da, Da, Da, DADA

My Own Worst Enemy

LIT "A Place In The Sun"
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk I didn't mean to call you that I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me Please tell me, please tell me Why My car is in the front yard, and I'm Sleeping with my clothes on Came in through the window last night And your gone Gone It's no suprise to me I am my own worst enemy 'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me The smoke alarm is going off, and there's a cigarette Still burning, Please tell me why my car is in the front yard and I'm sleeping with my clothes on came in through the window last night and your gone gone please tell me why my car is in the front yard and I'm sleeping with my clothes on I came in through the window last night It's no suprise to me I am my own worst enemy 'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk I didn't mean to call you that

Please Tell Me Why

LIT
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk I didn't mean to call you that I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me Please tell me Please tell me why My car is in the front yard And I'm sleeping with my clothes on I came in through the window last night And your gone Gone It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemie Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me The smoke alarm is going off and there's a cigarette still burning Please tell me why My car is in the front yard And I'm sleeping with my clothes on Came in through the window last night And your gone Gone Please tell me why My car is in the front yard And I'm sleeping with my clothes on Came in through the window last night It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn't mean to call you that

Garbage

AESOP ROCK "Float"
The ritual goes, same window different visual. Wing of wax, or wing of gold leaf Choose one. Float or plummet 20 thousand cold leagues My nourishment's provided in the summer So that I wonder How y'all chasin' dreams when most tangibles still outruns ya Hail dirty doll immaculate performance Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what I born at Cut and paste alertness to current set is provided quick Shimmy the pirate ship mast, spot the islands on the sovereign in her bow Facing, let's salute the embrace pertinent generals who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles. Flirtin' with a serpent workin' overtime Drain the battery, siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery. I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens. Yeah, an it ain't exactly plush pickin's I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one. Snake bite Breath too heavy to hold. Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it. Ran for the sake of dead click stripped of idyllic image Steal a sloppy earth meal feed my pottery wheel to model colossal vision Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies 'Til the cloud burst Honor and a loud thirst submersed in a trap Little drummer boy vs. thunderclap In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand. No enigma, an attempt to bury the hatchet Rendered me victim of deviltry plus wounded like stigmatics Somethin's somethin hazardous I smell an inch of difference in this mornin's pollution pistons and how the loose ends drift in My sour patch institutions slipped in amidst the invaders and, Pardon my tone but, This garden's grown fuckin' acres since my visit. Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard to that chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it. It's the carnival, have you any sweets for my weary kin It's the carnival, have you any feed for my cheery grin It's the carnival, welcome, play our games you'll never win Coz it's that carnival where every freak show spectacle's your friend. An' I'm a, Ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas Antifreeze to glacier cookin' a look of fiery nature It's the, Ceilin' feelin' too heavy to bless the I-beams for a fraction more collapse (I left sorry) that to your door. Bitchin' my back to hell's kitchen, back Burnin' murder machinery, released regardless of the pardons Hitchin my life to the leash of one minstrel Sick of same window different visual Same agnostic hostage different ritual Play, cooperative supercolony clash (I heard we have a dust collection - let me see it) Ooh, I duel this underdog verse forced adaption to the marbles of the now Since then my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground. In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand. The ritual goes, same window different visual. The ritual is same fuckin' window different visual.

Old Doc Brown

JOHNNY CASH "Ride This Train"
He was just an old country doctor in a little country town Fame and fortune had passed him by though we never saw him frown As day by day in his kindly way he'd serve us one and all Many a patient forgot to pay although Doc's fees were small Though he needed his dimes and there were times that he'd receive a fee He'd pass it onto some poor soul that needed it worse than he He had to sell his furniture couldn't pay his office rent So to a dusty room over a livery stable Doc Brown and his satchel went And on the hitchin' post at the kerb below to advertise his wares He nailed a little sign that read Doc Brown has moved upstairs There he kept on helping folks get well,for his heart was jus'pure gold, But anyone with eyes could see that Doc was gettin' old. Then one day he didn't answer when they knocked upon his door Old Doc Brown was layin' down but his soul was no more They found him there in that old black suit on his face was a smile of content But all the money they could find on him was a quarter and a copper cent So they opened up his ledger and what they saw gave their hearts a pull Beside each debtor's name old Doc had write these words Paid In Full Old Doc should had a funeral fine enough for a king It's a ghastly joke our town was broke and no one could give a thing 'Cept Jones an undertaker he did mighty well Donatin' an old iron casket he had never been able to sell And the funeral procession it wasn't much for grace and pomp and the style But those wagon loads of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile We wanted to give him a monument we kinda figured we owed him one Cause he made our town a better place for all the good he'd done We pulled up that old hitchin' post where Doc had nailed a sign We'd painted it white and to all of us it certainly did look fine Now the rains and the snows have washed away our white trimmin's of paint There ain't nothin' left but Doc's own sign and that's gettin' pretty faint But you can still see that old hitchin' post as if in answer to our prayers Mutely tellin' the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved upstairs

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