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Rickie Lee Jones lyrics - The Evening Of My Best Day

Leaving Through The Forest Path

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In the dominion of pillars of faith Her nest toppled by the march winds She set out through the forest On a cloudy day The dower sky whining over tea, the weakened Country side rolling over onto his side to watch for Coming night. Sick with fever now the cottages glowed from within, And all the plump women fanned the fires and cooked The soups and warmed the water for the baths of small Children. This one bathes with a sail boat. That one uses kitchen spoons and bottles. Meanwhile The grass shivers The cars in the driveway Pull restlessly at horizontal lines Thrown carelessly across The yard.

Which Side

JACKSON BROWNE "Standing In The Breach"
You might be a young man with the mountain in his step In search of El Dorado, but you haven't found it yet Or you might be an old man with his whole life at his back And you can hear eternity whispering down the track Or maybe you're a woman, or just about to be And you can feel the generations swimming in your sea But you know that it's coming, as surely as the dawn The battle for the future, baby, which side are you on? Come on come on come on if you're coming Come on come on come on Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side are you on? Come on come on come on if you're coming Battle lines are drawn Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side - which side are you on? Which side? The corporations attacking The natural world - drilling and fracking All done with the backing of the craven and corrupt Or the ones who fight For the Earth with all their might And in the name of all that's right Confront and disrupt There's a restlessness out in the street there's a question in the air How long if this theft goes on will our country still be here? People know the game is rigged even as they play They see their expectations slowly slip away They've got subsidies for billionaires, there's a bailout for the banks A monopoly on medicine, and a sale on armored tanks The whole damned country's being sold - out that revolving door Between Washington and Wall Street like it's one big Dollar Store Come on come on come on if you're coming Come on come on come on Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side are you on? Come on come on come on if you're coming Battle lines are drawn Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side - which side are you on? Which side? The bankers and their special friends Who rob you time and again Who like to pretend they're the only game in town Or the people who Hope with everything they do They can build something new And turn this world around Who owns the elections? Who profits either way? Who ends up with all that money politicians pay? To be the fearless leader, to put themselves across To be the one entrusted with the profit and the loss You try hard to believe that when you cast your vote it counts But elections are won with money in ever larger amounts Take the money out of politics and maybe we might see This country turn back into something more like democracy Come on come on come on if you're coming Come on come on come on Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side are you on? Come on come on come on if you're coming Battle lines are drawn Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side - which side are you on?

This N That

ACE HOOD "Starvation 2"
[Intro] (It could be a better world) (If it wasn’t for this) (And wasn’t for that) If it wasn’t for this it wouldn’t be that You heard? Montana [Hook: French Montana] Bad bitches, top down Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles And niggas broker than my pride We givin’ niggas what they want Dirty money we’ll be spendin’ Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’ Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Yeah – I remember nights on those porches, I’m dreamin’ Porsches and Benzes Drinkin’ Hennessey plottin’ on other ways I could win Back in the day I was troubled when knickerbockers was in Mama off in the kitchen cookin’ my favourite again Had my sights on a million, most my niggas was dealin’ Stashin’ that work in them Civics, runnin’ that board like the inning Hoppin’ up in that new Chevy, that bitch was too pussy tinted Heard them jack boys are lurkin’, bet I’ll be one of the victims A cold world, a cold world Tryin’ to make a dollar for my daughter and my ol’ girl Gotta make a way, I’m chasin’ paper, Maybach chauffeur If you don’t grind then you don’t shine, nigga, that’s word Eh, that’s word – I say “hey young world, how you doin’ today?” “You ever ran out of answers, all you could do is pray?” She told me “baby, you’ll recover” what my granny would say Don’t got no grudge with my daddy, a millionaire to this day I taught myself how to be a man, ain’t no father to thank I felt that nigga should be around just to show me the way Just know he wasn’t, I was out here thuggin’, Lookin’ at them dope boys stuntin’, fours on them Cutlass, Pockets full of them hundreds, bitches love it, low-key in buckets No kind of budget, screamin’ “fuck it” when you came from nothin’ Came from nothin’, word… (If it wasn’t for this) (And wasn’t for that) [Hook: French Montana] Bad bitches, top down Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles And niggas broker than my pride We givin’ niggas what they want Dirty money we’ll be spendin’ Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’ Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Okay I hustle, it’s off the muscle, this shit my religion Youngin focused, I’m on it, and I wanted to seize every figure Had to make our way out the struggle and sacrifice with decisions Ridin’ low in the Taurus, I always prayed for the Bentley Had a whole other mission, to get rich on you bitches Tired of goin’ to the bank and they say my funds insufficient Only one thing to do, I had to go out and get it Always wanted to ball, I had to play my position And I did just that, put on my city in fact I kept a mil’ in my safe, and plus there’s 12 in the gat 200k for the whip, you see the 30-day tag? I’m on a boat with some bitches, I give a fuck if you mad We livin’ – straight out the gutter to makin’ millions And I did it with real niggas (If it wasn’t for this) (And wasn’t for that) [Hook: French Montana] Bad bitches, top down Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles And niggas broker than my pride We givin’ niggas what they want Dirty money we’ll be spendin’ Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’ Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute

Where Are You Now, My Son?

JOAN BAEZ "Where Are You Now, My Son?"
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air The single son she had last night is buried under her They say that the war is done Where are you now, my son? An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger" Now that the war's being won Where are you now, my son? The siren gives a running break to those who live in town Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground Sometimes we'd sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door The days of our youth were fun Where are you now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down" Yours was the righteous gun Where are you now, my son? We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi With bravery we have sun But where are you now, my son? Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again I've heard that the war is done Then where are you now, my son?

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