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SEVEN WISER lyrics

One In Equal

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How could you take advantage of my situation? I'm falling far in this world without a rope Or someone to hold me up Someone to keep my feet on the ground My head in this world Never thought I'd see the day When everything around me is one world, one life And everything is all the same We're one in equal I think I see the last of it The haunting memory is fading fast All in all We're one in equal I think I hear all the children crying Looking for the rise of a brand new day Someone to hold me up Someone to keep my feet on the ground My head in this world Never thought I'd see the day When everything around me is one world, one life And everything is all the same We're one in equal I think I see the last of it The haunting memory is fading fast All in all We're one in equal Never thought I'd see the day When everything around me is one world, one life And everything is all the same We're one in equal I think I see the last of it The haunting memory is fading fast All in all We're one in equal Never thought I'd see the day When everything around me is one world, one life And everything is all the same We're one in equal I think I see the last of it The haunting memory is fading fast All in all We're one, one in equal

(Far Away Feeling) The Spell Of The Yukon

JIM REEVES "Talkin' To Your Heart"
[Spoken] I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy, I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it Came out with a fortune last fall, Yet somehow life's not what I thought it, And somehow the gold isn't all. No! There's the land. Have you seen it? It's the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it To the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it; Some say it's a fine land to shun; Maybe; but there's some as would trade it For no land on earth, and I'm one. You come to get rich, damned good reason; You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like hell for a season, And then you are worse than the worst. It grips you like some kinds of sinning; It twists you from foe to a friend; It seems it's been since the beginning; It seems it will be to the end. I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow That's plumb-full of hush to the brim; I've watched the big, husky sun wallow In crimson and gold, and grow dim, Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming, And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; And I've thought that I surely was dreaming, With the peace o' the world piled on top. The summer, no sweeter was ever; The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river, The bighorn asleep on the hill. The strong life that never knows harness; The wilds where the caribou call; The freshness, the freedom, the farness O God! how I'm stuck on it all. The winter! the brightness that blinds you, The white land locked tight as a drum, The cold fear that follows and finds you, The silence that bludgeons you dumb. The snows that are older than history, The woods where the weird shadows slant; The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery, I've bade 'em goodbye, but I can't. There's a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still; There's a land, oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back, and I will. They're making my money diminish; I'm sick of the taste of champagne. Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish I'll pike to the Yukon again. I'll fight, and you bet it's no sham-fight; It's hell! but I've been there before; And it's better than this by a greatsite So me for the Yukon once more. There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting; It's luring me on as of old; Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting So much as just finding the gold. It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder, It's the forests where silence has lease; It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder, It's the stillness that fills me with peace...

Remenissions

AVENGED SEVENFOLD "Waking The Fallen"
With this ink in our skin we've sealed our fate, and the axe comes early (only naturally) So what does that matter? There's a bed of skeletons waiting for me, on the other side They're waiting for my next move (next fatal breath) Human lives to me seem so unreal, can't see through the fog (nothing past a grey wall) see past the stereotype Belief, structure built up in you. I'll tear you down and the one who created you If they didn't have One how would they act? If we didn't have hope how would we behave? Would they still feel remorse if they slaughtered innocent beings? Or is hope the only thing that keeps you sane? A good friend once told me we are our memory without it we equal nothing And all I can see is the place I wanna be Timeless my life was so free Leaves at my feet, blown to the ground their echoes are reaching my ears Nights coming fast, suns going down But keep away from me... keep away from me (it's hard, to keep me in this place, keep away from me) We may have created the beginning, mentally We may have created the beginning, physically To the end of our human existence... I see through you The fear that's in your eyes A good friend once told me we are our memory Without it we equal nothing And all I can see is the place I wanna be Timeless my life was so free Leaves at my feet, blown to the ground their echoes are reaching my ears Nights coming fast, suns going down - confused I don't know the answers but neither do you.

Hearts Of Darkness

Halford (Rob Halford) "Crucible"
With a friend to share your angry life Deadly secrets to resolve your strife Death remaining on each thought you owned Blackened hate in legacies renowned Love and death Lure your prey Thought by thought From your hate Recanted murder in a place of peace Hide the truth from one that is deceased Did you believe so little in your life To kill a friend to satisfy your plight In my crime I am living I can die Unforgiving Lost in trials No repentance Trapped in time Serve my sentence No remorse Youth got old Wasted life Blood ran cold Point the finger at the only thing you truly loved On your way to ending life - tonight Took too much To the end In denial Deceived your friend See myself Through your eyes You are all I despise As I bleed What I gave Put me now In my grave

Thirty Summers

COWBOY JUNKIES "The Caution Horses"
Caught in the vice of heaven and earth he turned his life into a cell imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all and those desires which we all know so well His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams and he would wake in the hours before sunrise and dread the coming of the day Never thought a man could become so desperate never thought a life could lose so much hope to be tearing at the roots around you as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes They say he told his children that all he taught was lost that love and pride and honesty were to be gained at too high a cost It's been thirty summers that I've spent with him and I expect thirty more to pass he has blessed my life in so many ways that I could never turn my back But I need just one more reminder of the man that he used to be if he would just look deep into my eyes and say it's in you my love that I will find the key

My Diary

JIM JONES "Harlem: Diary Of A Summer"
Pardon the Syzzrup... [Jim Jones] Now we try corners Old folks try and warn us The cops try and swarm us Blocks hot like saunas Well fuck it I'ma risk it Got a bunt nigga twist it Imma get drunk with my biscuit 5 cent cup, take a sip kid Imma product of the p-jects My teachers always told me that I'd prolly be a reject I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set Two twelvin with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck He said it had him zonin' left the body in bulding three steps The project now on fire every where you see the detects His high is coming down cause now he's nervous smokin bogeys And now he findin out that fuckin murder was his co-D And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem No shit you smell a rat you better off him whats the problem In this business sellin crack we cook that raw shit up to hard shit And tell my fellas that and to my coffin steady mobbin' to my coffin steady mobbin' [Chorus: Denise Weeks] Take a look into my eyes and you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings Take a journey through my soul and lets roll through the streets of reality They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast See they don't all wanna ride with me I know it ain't right but this is my life It's just a piece of my diary yeah [Jim Jones] Now, we ran wreckless, no grown-ups to guide us So it's the man what you expect, I've grown-up to violence I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that stay fly Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain't riiight That sweet cane, some got buried to the street game My niggaz only worried bout the jewelry and the street fame And what the bitches thought of them, it's all about the money Well shit I cop some Porsche or trucks 'Member I was hungry, I was whippin in the Corsica Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin the double four's My pants droopy muthafuckas And pardon my grammar, my nana died '95 So I done left my heart wit my grandma I hid outside and played the park wit the hammer And I'm watchin for the narcs, they movin cars with antennas Thug and respect, for all my goons behind bars in the slammas To my G's on rikers, to all my three time lifers [Chorus] [Bridge - 2X] This is my life we die young cause we livin fast So I'ma let you read my diary I'ma let you read my dairy [Jim Jones] Now lets ride (to where), to Harlem, the Westside I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some of the best died (Like who...like who?) Like Porter and them I heard Po put the order on him, now that's more than a friend! But he stitched of course, now let's talk about Fritz the boss And he got rich off snort, they said 500 bricks was brought So in hindsight, it's a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in court But now the feds, they still tailin me, DA think he nailin me I had to turn in the goons come and post the bail for me Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth And all the liquor stores, man the Syzzurp on the shelf I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company [Chorus] [Bridge 2X]

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