JOHN DENVER lyrics - Rocky Mountain High

Ponies

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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 Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Take Me Home, Country Roads albums. Somewhere out on the prairie Is the greatest cowboy that's ever been And when he lays his hands upon the ponies They shudder with an understanding skin And he says ponies Now ponies don't you worry I have not come to steal your fire away I want to fly with you across the sunrise Discover what begins each shining day When the storm clouds in the west Are quickly gathering The ponies they run wild there Before it rains You'll see their sleek dark bodies Brightly gleaming You know the fire is flying through Their brains And he says ponies Now ponies don't you worry I have not come to steal your fire away I want to fly with you across the sunrise Discover what begins each shining day And he says ponies Now ponies don't you worry I have not come to steal your fire away I want to fly with you across the sunrise Discover what begins each shining day And he says ponies Ponies don't you worry I have not come to steal your fire away I want to fly with you across the sunrise Discover what begins each shining day I want to fly Words and music by Jeffrey Bullock

Plastic Soldiers

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
[Sample: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Verse 1:] The sound of silence versus the sound of War Echo death shock-renegade Crooked cynic tyrant Your ignorant bias is my Goliath Starving alliance seeps under the skin The seven deadly sins That seven elements of the malevolent The relevance of Graphic endeavours Drastic measures took for defence My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid Blade runner, intima-dating figment in the minds of the malignant Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush Scope, infra-red touched Temple's the torment Pressure point contact Crush the dormant with missing links Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I'm blemished in the blueprint Behold of the hideous I'm assaulted by the anthems of the lesser Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages Database entries slip through the fingers, you're forgotten A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded As Ace's hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams A portrait of pillage Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon The unbearable weight Contaminate little thieves Heaves, breath, the last gasp And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed Technique cast on the fresh but it's now thickly anointed, vicious cycle Ya'll spinnin if you tread before you think The center of my web is pen and ink It's the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists The masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Sample: Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" from "Zero Zero"] Dear Colleague I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter It really does seem quite out of character Although I have to admit it is quite funny Of course he's really got into trouble with his supervisor But I'm afraid he's only got himself to blame It really... [Verse 2:] All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms Warning I'd skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore It's that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum's drippin' shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring [?] Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin' cranes with metal flanks [?] Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require, More than a click-click five While figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles Gathered in gutters Type B-negative whirlpool I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture As still in dreams while empires fall apart He a cyborg killing machine with wires in his heart I'll never know of you Emotion reads close encounters I run The last classic example of a love of mic and sample Trampled pride is resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory Not a question of should I But I passively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources Crafted by supreme forces Seemingly dream catcher Aesop Rock computer Hacker! See you lack a dispatch to request back up Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits We shoot starving artists 'de trops' and intrude I am waterfall I'm excluding inaudible slaughter calls Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin' [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Sample: Mike Batt - "Whispering Fools" from "Zero Zero"] This young man is clearly a genetic throwback He seems to be experiencing primeval urges and feelings which frankly Unless we can terminate will contaminate others And threaten entire structure of our society

Almost A Lover

KYLIE MINOGUE
On Valentine's I think of you It's just a poor excuse You suffer me in my mind Every single day, it's no use It seems like cool sexy stares But nothing's been ever said Just keeps goin' 'round my head I think I'm waiting for you I think I'm waiting for you You're more than a friend And almost a lover It feels so good I can't help but wonder I keep thinking ooo When'll you discover We've got the flame I want the fire A-a-cting cool and casual Check in 6pm to say hey Every day We're edging closer to broken rules And getting carried away I imagine that you've heard Every hidden silent word And we'd take it that bit further (take it that bit further) I think I'm waiting for you I think I'm waiting for you You're more than a friend And almost a lover It feels so good I can't help but wonder I keep thinking ooo (When you'll) discover We've got the flame I want the fire It's getting closer to Now or never (Getting closer) It's only us and its clear (Oooh-oh-oh) I can feel it when we're together Ooh you're more than a friend And almost a lover It feels so good I can't help but wonder I keep thinking ooo (When'll you) discover Mmm We've got the flame We've got the flame We've got the flame I want the fire I want the fire It feels so good I can't help but wonder I keep thinking ooo (When'll you) discover We've got the flame I want the fire I want the fire I want the fire I want the fire Wonder I want the fire I want the fire Discover I want the fire Yeah-eah Oh oo Yeah-eah Oh oo Yeah-eah We've got the flame I want the fire

Upwards Over The Mountain

Iron And Wine
Upward Over The Mountain Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison Mother I lost it all of the fear of the Lord I was given Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to Mother forgive me I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten Sons can be birds taken broken up to the mountain Mother don't worry I've got a coat and some friends on the corner Mother don't worry she's got a garden we're it planting together Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry Blood on the floor and the fleas in their paws And you cried 'til the morning So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain

U Don't Know (Remix)

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
(feat. M.O.P.) [Lil Fame] Time to duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! (U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) It's the MOP (Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3 And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp (SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW Run up if you wanna, believe me dog These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on (WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior (The game aint changed)it just got harder Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage [Billy Danze] Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!) And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em The veterans have came, and we're better in the game (YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) '27 grams' my man It's better than cocaine, now everything will change In this family we'll rule the world And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids (MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka (FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK [Jay-Z] WHOOOOOOO!!!!!! Turn my music high, high, high, high-er Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire One body, two body, three body, four Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive Just add another million to these verses One million, two million, three million, four And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake Let's get it!

Fast Cars

AESOP ROCK "Fast Cars, Danger, Fire And Knives"
Who's that walking with a whole in his head? Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread. What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrestle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres on some holiday in Cambodia with moter home appraisers. Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revist the cobra landing zone. Molar foaming but he hold his own wound coderized by the Zippo he had stole that afternoon. And my dog tags jingle by the moster island heart he built. Grew up with a Jughead crown tild and tardy slip. Be all you can be just never soothed us. You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. Holler scum's lullaby. Live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. Hush little baby, timeout. The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick but lean to peck your eyes out of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier. And magnify through the samelens that set the ants on fire. Flush the muppet hootenanny. Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy? Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. Anti up, stupid. May delusion feed 'em foofi candy and pry the gold out of his when lamping. Pocket all you can now. Block will lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. Slaughter beef and cow tip. Pour the chief somefountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis. Who's that walking with a whole in his head? Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread. What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed Never mind the bullocks. Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets. Like every other week he spins the bottle. Like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that I run with turn the 'fuck you's into fast food. Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his smother's truck. Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag. This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. Weathermen huddle up. Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump. Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister. Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard. I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends were merely comedic hazing. Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: kill every motherfucker but me. You cool with that? Cool. Bang. You? Cool. Hang. You? No? Uh... bang? Cool. Sorry, dog, rules is rules. And too long have I followed yours. I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. Who's that walking with a whole in his head? Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread. What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed

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