Linda Eder lyrics - It's Time

I Want More

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Day in and out what my life's all about Are the things that you find far to boring Washing and cooking and staying good-looking While you get to do the ignoring Will it ever be my turn to say where we're going? Will it ever be my life that we're planning for? I've been living this way far so long without growing I want more I need attention not mere condescension But you just don't get the distinction Pushing and shoving does not equal loving Which seems on the brink of extinction What became of the prince who was oh, so disarming? What became of the sweet man at my beck-and-call? Could it be that Prince Charming turned out not so charming After all After all I want magic carpets, I want true romance I want moonlight cruises to the South of France And I want kisses that go on for days I want more than this is in so many ways I want more ful-filling I want equal billing I want champagne chilling at the door So, in short, I'm saying if you want me I want more When did the me that I so long to be Lose her natural sense of direction When did the you that I'm turning into Get a trifle too tense for affection Can we ever get over this thing about winning? Can we ever recapture a moment that's past? If we simply begin with a brand new beginning Will it last? Will it last? I want Shakespeare sonnets, I want oohs and aahs I want long stem roses in a Gucci vase And I want kisses that go on for days I want more than this is in so many ways I want more relating I want less debating I want all that I've been waiting for So, in case you're listening, if you want me I want more I want to fly throught that storybook sky Where two people in love always travel I want to be like some deep mystery That you simply can't wait to unravel I want to soar ten feet off of the floor When you walk through the door Like I used to before... I want magic carpets, I want true romance I want moonlight cruises to the south of France And I want kisses that go on for days I want more than this is in so many ways I want more fulfilling I want equal billing I want champagne chilling at the door So, in short, I'm saying if you want me Give me more relating Give me less debating Give me all those things I'm waiting for So, in case you're listening, if you want me Really want me If you want me... I want more

They Won't Go When I Go

JOSH GROBAN "Illuminations"
No more lying friends Wanting tragic ends Though they do pretend They won't go when I go All those bleeding hearts With sorrows to impart Were right here from the start And they won't go when I go And I'll go where I've longed To go so long Away from tears Gone from painful cries Away from saddened eyes Along with Him I'll bide Because they won't go when I go Big men feeling small Weak ones standing tall I will watch them fall They won't go when I go And I'll go where I've longed To go so long Away from tears Unclean minds mislead the pure The innocent will leave for sure For them there is a resting place People sinning just for fun They will never see the sun For they can never show their faces There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner Who will take more than he will give He will give He will give He's hardly going to give Ohhh The greed of man will be Far away from me And my soul will be free They won't go when I go Since my soul conceived All that I believe The kingdom I will see 'Cause they won't go when I go And I'll go Where I'll go No one can keep me From my destiny.

Music Evolution

Buckshot Lefonque
Chorus: Music evolution change Sometimes the common makes it sound strange Add a little this, take out a little that Then you'll come up with jazz called rap Where it's at, bring it back Because it is an ill format (Repeat) Once upon a time not long ago When all the cats went to hear Satchmo blow Groovin' at a tempo fast or slow Jazz was at a new plateau ready to grow Also developing ways to make dough Although we always heard no when at a show The Klan couldn't keep the man from makin' mo' Better blues, kinda confused here's the news These grooves is better than your blue suede shoes Some G's are fake and some will make moves I prove jazz gone up another level Real without making a deal with the devil And so, I'm about to let the world know That bebop and skattin' was an old school flow Callaway was a dope MC, you didn't know? Now that the years gone by some will try Try to make that hip hop and jazz thing die When it was skat before it was rap, Yo it was fly Now it brings tears to the eye, oh my I didn't hear that back in the days I wonder why Chorus: Ennie, meenie, minie, mo Let's pick a song Let's make it long and add the rap to make it strong And if it's wrong, then I'll chill and let it stop If not, then I'll bust chops to get props To make sure jazz and hip hop is at the tip top But wait, we must cross roads to get it straight in rhyme there's a thin line between love and hate Some state rap will never make it out the gate But I'm here to cause a debate and contemplate Why jazz and hip hop is considered second rate But what' the use, if I proceed to break it loose There's always an excuse why the rapper gets abuse Don't wanna tangle because the angle is obtuse Same kinda cas that was facin' the juice My tongue can get necks hung, where's the noose My hypotenuse was to make rap fun But what I done has put the soldier on the run From sun to sun carryin' weight that weights a ton Convinced without a gun Forget the fame of your name they need someone to blame For murder one Chorus (5x) Change Strange This That Jazz Rap Because it is an ill format

Witch's Invitation

Carman "Revival In The Land"
One peaceful afternoon I picked up from my mailbox the strangest looking letter I'd ever seen, a chilling little envelope bordered with flying bats, and serpents whose eyes were tinted green. The letter was addressed to me so as I opened it I froze. What I read turned my complexion three shades of blue. It said, 'My name is Isaac Horowitz. I'm a male witch, a warlock and I feel I need to spend some time with you.' Now as a Christian from a little church with God's call on my life, a man of faith and power with a challenge to grow I did what any saint would do in my situation. I tore it up said, 'Lord, no way I'm gonna go.' Then gently and methodically the Holy Spirit spoke and reminded me we're God's voice to our nation. It's the church's responsibility to witness, so reluctantly I accepted this witch's invitation. He had the house you'd expect, the old English cottage, a 'Nightmare on Elm Street' special right to the core, the overgrown ivy, the gate that creaked when opened, somehow you'd expect Freddy to answer this door. The doorbell rang, a hollow gong, the knob twisted then opened, and Isaac stood before me with a grin. His jet black hair and well trimmed beard flowed with his black silk clothes. My skin crawled as he said, 'Please come on in.' His house was filled with every occultic symbol you could fathom; Hanging pentagrams and horoscope signs, a Ouija board and dungeons and dragons game set on the table, a crystal ball with an incandescent shine. Then graciously he handed me some steaming herbal tea. Its presence caused my memory to jog...I thought of every horror flick I'd seen when I was a kid and thought if you drink this stuff next day you'll be a frog. Then he led me to a high backed chair as he meticulously began to unfold his scenario with evil patience. I was given a giant leather bound book jammed with newspaper clipping, thus the reason for this witch's invitation. With eagerness he pointed to each article with pride. He said, 'I healed this woman through a Babylonian chant; See this man, I cured him while performing druid worship; I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt.' On and on, page after page, delightfully he flaunted each incident for an hour without a breath. He said, 'Do you realize through my understanding of the dark regions that I can make you rich or even curse someone to death?' I sat literally intimidated by the immensity in demon power while his face shone with a satanic arrogant bliss. Then placing his hands on the arms of my chair and leaning into my face he said, 'What can your God do to compete with this?' I knew then how Moses felt, how when his rod turned to a serpent and the three Egyptian magicians did the same. It's as if you're sitting there in that stunned moment while your faith get violated and all you feel is weak, powerless and lame. I desperately and deeply prayed saying, 'Jesus give me wisdom - I don't want to put you through some foolish test. Then a shaft of light shot through my soul lighting my eyes with fire. God stood me up and I threw the book back in his chest. I said 'Isaac, I'll not compare God's miracles versus Satan's - the issue's not God's kingdom and Satan's lair. The real comparison is the condition of your soul and the condition of mine, and you puppet of the devil, that I will compare. My friend, one day they're coming for you - the soft associates in your incantations - the friendly demons you think you now control. The time will come when you'll be lying in bed wheezing like a dying animal and those spirits lay claim to the rights they own to your soul.' 'Then the room will grow dark, and the most hideous evil faces will come flaming out of the floor with a yell! The vile informants that promised reincarnation will claw your spirit and victoriously drag your soul to hell!' Then I grabbed the book and said, 'In that moment which mantra, which incantation you gonna chant to tell them to leave you alone? My friend, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what I would say...'I'm bought with the blood of Jesus! Let me go!' ' I said, 'Isaac, when you tossed that book in my lap, you gloated with a sinister victory. You rejoiced when you saw your name in black and white. Now I rejoice, but not that your counsel of demons are subject to Jesus, but that my name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life!' Then Isaac jumped up from his chair and screamed, 'You must leave now!' I said, 'I will, but one last obligation - Next time think twice before you rumble with a man of God!!! And by the way thanks for your.. uhh... witch's invitation.

Memory

Andrew Lloyd Webber "GOLD"
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory She is shining alone. In the lamplight the whithered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan. Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower And a rose that is fading Roses wither away Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn I am waiting for the day Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife Announces the cat who can now be reborn And come back to a different jellicle life Memory, turn your face to the moonlight Let your memory lead you Open up, enter in If you find there the meaning of what happiness is Then a new life will begin Memory, all alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again Burnt out ends of smokey days The stale cold smell of morning The streetlamp dies, another night is over Another day is dawning Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin Sunlight, through the trees in the summer Endless masquerading Like a flower as the dawn is breaking The memory is fading Touch me, it's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is Look, a new day has begun

Baba

ALANIS MORISSETTE "Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie"
i've seen them kneel with baited breath for the ritual i've watched this experience raise them to pseudo higher levels i've watched them leave their families in pursuit of your nirvana i've seen them coming to line up from switzerland to america how long will this take baba how long have we been sleeping do you see me hanging on to every word you say how soon will I be holy how much will this cost guru how much longer 'til you completely absolve me i've seen them give their drugs up in place of makeshift altars i've heard them chanting kali kali frantically i've heard them rotely repeat your teachings with elitism i've seen them boasting robes and foreign sandalwood beads i've seen them overlooking god in their own essence i've seen their upward glances in hopes of instant salvation i've seen their righteousness mixed without loving compassion i've watched you smile as the students bow to kiss your feet give me strength all knowing one how long 'til enlightenment how much longer 'til you completely absolve me

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