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Sheila Nicholls lyrics - Wake

Bread And Water

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Verse 1 You're a ghost in my snow now And a light in my red moon You flow across me in waves of I hope to see you soon Verse 2 Your anchor drags behind me, I feel your imprint on my thumbs, And everywhere I go I hear you in the words I use In my theories algebra and sums Chorus I've kicked myself for months now It's bread and water without you Bread and water It's bread and water without you Verse 3 You stare at me through keyholes like I'm some religion in the rain Your defenses highlight my weaknesses now When before you loved me all the same, yeah you loved me all the same Bridge And I wonder what you're doing And I think of what I've done x2 Chorus

End Results

L.G. Wise
Verse 1 (D.C.P) Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right dog you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got you lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of God what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in the back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I have to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush Chorus End results ya'll its coming for ya Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up We never learn that's why many forever burn Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn Verse 2 (D.C.P.) Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl built like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22 she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she done pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everything to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along with the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i can't beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living wrong these are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living long now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the black fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of reaping and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over dough Chorus Verse 3 (L.G. Wise) Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood with your soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how could it be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's messed up when you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so we can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream wanna cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats gone say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies caught in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it for got these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more time with they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to say when it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed next thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head Chorus

Suckaz Need Bodyguards

GANG STARR "Hard To Earn"
mc's be fakin' so now they get taken Chorus: Fake MC's they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake MC's they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard Verse One: mc's i lay out like stiffs in the morgue praise the lord you're in awe when i'm gripping the mic chord rhymes i rip with swift execution one verse to coherse your girl to prostition the guru is now the brother you fear and beware when i'm making hits with premier and rolling to a spot near you lyrics tear through chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view niggaz been held back too long we're coming up in the streets we roll alone so watch me running up i'm summing up a mad posse of warriors night crusaders able to break down barriers and bringing faces of death putting mc's to rest until there's no fake chumps left run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce my rhyme's a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce Chorus 4X Verse Two: gangstarr boy and that's beyond your comprehension mad brothers in every city you can feel the tension to stop the killing wack mc's must die who am i i'm the substance that'll make your third eye cry too potent, too high an intelligence quotient when i unleash my speech i'll have you punk rappers open i won't expose your names and your identities you know you're phoney get the fuck from in front of me hardcore fans are fed up from your folk lore lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores and i hope you're not the one that i'm after since the days of adidas i've been a true master Chorus 4X Verse Three: i've been around punk but yo i still feel young a few of my crew members like to pack guns i'm high strung but don't mistake me when i smile i murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle after the killing just like casper i'm ghost fakes thought i was friendly [???] toast without a gun you'd be done throw up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose one choose one metaphore and then choose another wax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brother although i'm five foot eight they call me sargeant got more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the garden at madison square i shot a fair one so many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldn't dare run mc's pay cash to ensure their safety they know they can't take me The G-A-N-G, you crazy? i be on them like a message from god knowledge of self while fake mc's play hard Chorus 4X Outro (2X): fake mc's they always act hard i'm not a sucker so i don't need a bodyguard

Centraal Station

Guus Meeuwis En Vagant
Verse 1 Tochtige plaatsen, lange gangen. Een koude hal, een kille sfeer. Glazen loketten, stenen trappen. een overkapping tegen slecht weer. Golven forensen, moeder met kind. Een ouder paar, een man met een boek. Een baasje met hond en een conducteur, Potloodventer in een donkere hoek. Chorus Centraal Station. Vol met beelden, en vol met geluid. Maar ik zie je nog voor me. Als ik mijn ogen sluit. Verse 2 Gele monsters, blauwe strepen. Een sein op rood, een licht op groen. Een lokomotief, een treinwagon. De motoren, die zoemend hun werk doen. Chorus Verse 3 De trein vertrok. Ik voelde me klein en leeg. Toen ik hier alleen. Toen ik hier alleen achterbleef. En ik bel zodra ik er ben . En ik schrijf je iedere dag . Een wuivelde hand uit het raam, was het laatste dat ik zag. Chorus

Get Started Start A Fire

Graham Parker "The Mona Lisa's Sister"
Thanx Kirk Andersonfor chords, he writes: For the basic intro, verse, chorus riff play Em at fret 7 then pull off fingers 2, 3, and 4: voila the other chord: 777777, though I don't strum the low E. (X77777 = Bm11) Slide it up from fret 6 when you feel moved to. Rinse. Repeat. Em Bm11 Em Bm11 The Mona Lisa's sister doesn't smile Em Bm11 Em Bm11 She tried to pose but only for a while Em Bm11 Em Bm11 Leonardo sent her home Since then she has lived alone D C D C With her few belongings and a copy Of a painting of herself unhappy G C D She is going to burn it when she's ready Chorus: Em Bm11 Em Bm11 Get started, start a fire (4 times) Marilyn was lying all alone With an empty bottle by the phone Kennedy was not around She was cold when she was found But she'd gone where goddesses are sleeping Where the molten tongues of flame are leaping Or where the angel's hearts are heating (Instrumental VERSE, INTRO RPT) Joan of Arc was burning at the stake Somebody had made a big mistake She had lit a cigarette In an aiport where you get Your fingers taken off for smoking. Meanwhile up the road a factory's choking The ones who killed her work there I'm not joking

Come To The Well

Gino Vannelli "Yonder Tree"
Come to the well she said Come eat my bread Come drink the water of life Enter my valley deep Let the angels weep Rejoice and touch the good earth tonight And there was gingham and silk Sage, honey and milk Sweetmeats, spirits and wine She bathed us in sweet balms of rose Lit candles of clove And lay her glisting body on mine We stayed locked in love In leaves of green and gold She touched, I trembled, we kissed I poured the contents of my aching heart and soul Soon she woke up with the sun Filled with seeds of worlds to come Come to the well she said Come and eat my bread Come and drink the water of life

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