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JOSH RITTER lyrics - The Historical Conquests Of Josh Ritter

The Temptation Of Adam

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"If this was the Cold War we could keep each other warm." I said on the first occasion that I met Marie We were crawling through the hatch that was the missile silo door And I don't think that she really thought that much of me I never had to learn to love her like I learned to love the Bomb She just came along and started to ignore me But as we waited for the Big One I started singing her my songs And I think she started feeling something for me We passed the time with crosswords that she thought to bring inside What five letters spell "apocalypse" she asked me I won her over singing "W.W.I.I.I." Oh, we smiled and we both knew that she'd misjudged me Oh Marie, it was so easy to fall in love with you It felt almost like a home of sorts or something And you would keep the warhead missile silo good as new And I'd watch you with my thumb above the button Then one night you found me in my army issue cot And you told me of your flash of inspiration You said fusion was the broken heart that's lonely's only thought And all night long you drove me wild with your equations Oh Marie, do you remember all the time we used to take Makin' love and then ransack the rations I think about you leaving now and the avalanche cascades And my eyes get washed away in chain reactions Oh Marie if you would stay then we could stick pins in the map Of all the places where you thought that love would be found But I would only need one pin to show where my love's at In a top-secret location three hundred feet under the ground Oh, we could hold each other close and stay up every night Looking up into the dark like it's the night sky Pretend this giant missile is an old oak tree instead And carve our name in hearts into the warhead Oh, Marie there's something tells me things just won't work out above That our love would live a half-life on the surface So at night while you are sleeping I hold you closer just because As our time grows short I get a little nervous Oh, I think about the Big One, W.W.I.I.I. Would we ever really care the world had ended You could hold me here forever like you're holding me tonight I think about that great big button and I'm tempted

Running Man

AL STEWART "24 Carrots"
Before the phone hits the receiver You're halfway to the door The voice said 'get out while you can, There's just ten minutes, nothing more' Time only for the essentials Better gather them and run The false name inside the passport, The gold bars and the gun And once again they've come out of the past And though your mind is cool your heart is beating fast You've been through it all before Each time you wish a little more that you could ask What do you want from me? What do you need from me? There's no rest for the running man Why can't you let him be?' It's a long and twisting journey From the sweeping northern plains To the outcrops of the jungle Bowed beneath the tropic rains In the customs hall the officer Takes you to one side And his eyes reveal no feeling As you hand over the bribe And once again you've bought a little time And once again you're fading out of sight Still the fox is growing older As he calls over his shoulder to the night: What do you want from me? What do you need from me? There's no rest for the running man Why can't you let him be? Here, come over here Beneath a sympathetic moon We'll sit and talk over old times without a fear Another beer, from the cafes of the night The tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear One by one they've nailed the others But you always got away What it is that keeps you just that step ahead No one can say In one last raid the agents Of the dawn break down the door Of a house where you were standing Maybe just an hour before And still the thread continues to unwind You take the hidden roads that only you can find And should they come upon your tracks There's just a question hanging back you left behind What do you want from me? What do you need from me? No rest for the running man Why can't you let him be? What do you want from me? What do you need from me?

Bright Eyes

Bright lights, big city Was quite extraordinary The drive was pretty I was in perfect company The love of a lifetime Since we were elementary friends The one with the bright eyes Why can't I be optimistic I tried to find the logic logically I had a dream and I could not shake it I was standing up there naked There's fear in the truth at hand, frozen I forgot to understand The live keep living growing older more into a man And I let her grow away from me Love love is not pretending Time time was meant for mending Memories into all is satisfactory Healthy smiles fill the page the day we spent in miles And I let her drive away from me The one with the bright eyes Laughed her way inside this music box Stored away in the corner of my heart And I let her get away from me But I'll never take that day away from me

Old Friends

Not for the first time I look back on all those years Not for the last time names will ring in my ear When there was just a gang of us Storming the town by train and bus A moment of thought this heart sends to old friends Not for the first time I look back on my first love Unable to speak or think or move hand in glove But what of it now and where is he He who once meant so much to me Because we are not, I can't pretend now old friends I was told love should hold old friends I was told love should hold od friends But when you leave you will close the door behind you Don't we always And time won't make amends to old friends Standing here with my arm around you life's moved on And all its borderlines are being redrawn The winter has come the roads are white Everyone's home late tonight May we stay or will it depend as old friends In the end still old friends

Givin It Up

DEBORAH COX "The Morning After"
You know he's wrong, when he stays out all night long And he don't return your calls, well I ain't got time for that You better walk away, girl it's time to make that change You know that all men ain't the same Cause I be lovin' my man cuz he don't get down like that [Chorus:] If he's giving you more (than a little bit) And if he's giving his all (can you handle it) You keep holding it down Yeah if he's givin' it up Hold it down for the one you love See I remember those days when they took more than they gave And the tears rolled down my face, for someone to give me that good love But then he came and turned my lonely nights to brighter days And I never will be the same Cause I be lovin' my man, ladies can you feel me And if your man is givin' you more [Chorus] Is it his style- He's got the jeans and Timbs and the iced out pinky ring Is it his ride- Got the Benz on chrome but it don't mean a thing to me Does he spend time- takin' first class flights but I'd rather be at home So he can touch me, slowly, cause when we're all alone, he gives me more [Chorus]

Who's It On

Casual "Fear Itself"
Verse One: Pep Love My name be Pep Love over the loop, I scoop, and do a flip alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop And spin her as I went in her she's hot like diner she sounds like a tenor Then again I wouldn't know, yo what is the subject the way that Pep Love check mics and throw rights and lefts Don't move or budge yet cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out as we step in Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance I've been around the world and I, I, I never seen a crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens Never stallin, as soon as we fill in the scene I bet ya that I wet ya mc's like a dream Bringin a pow pow shootin up like coke in the veins, but now, now I'd rather have smoke in the brain Who's the pimp? The nigga that profits when I rock shit I spin check this shit which I have concocted Then you can jock it [Bridge:] Who's it on, who's it on, who's it-on? [Repeat] Verse Two: Del the Funky Homosapien Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came your style is lame, you picked a bad time. Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate When it comes to rhymes I know I'll be great Inside my ride when I get it, I won't have to kid it I'm right around the corner you mourn or you shitted, bricks I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats The agenda will send ya in and out through my landscape I will ban fakes, phony figures No need for alarm cause I'm the nigga You're in the wrong place at the wrong time and you'll catch a pistol whippin but if you got a bong fine Nowadays I don't forget what is flavor, interlockin not meant for mockin, or plagiary I'm the major G, ask your agency how my pager's free of anguish, ya strange bitch I never saw you, we all crew so you small crews gets no attention I commence to blend, within the background like a chameleon, revealin them This is how I track down traitors [Bridge] Verse Three: Casual I'm comin' phat, so don't mistake dude I gate crews drop that shit kid I'll make ya kneel, bow when I reveal real styles Electrocutin' we wreck the cute scene rappin, adaptin cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin to bite mine It's quite funny word to the money that they say we gettin My crew's judicial, you're superficial Need I say more, niggaz get vexed now they got me leavin bodies on the floor like homeless I slice your spleen, I'm twice as mean Your dome is disconnected, we wreck shit niggaz don't know how to flow That disgusts me, and keeps me bustin I must clean the Hip-Hop I'm avare, no one can compare I fiend to hear a nigga who can flow better You no better Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after fo'ever so clever Mc's take shorts because Jooooohn. . . knows who's it on

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