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ALABAMA lyrics - Songs Of Inspiration

In The Garden

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I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear, falling on my ear The Son of God discloses And He walks with me, and He talks with me And He tells me, I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known He speaks and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing And He walks with me, and He talks with me And He tells me, I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known I'd stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling But He bids me go through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling And He walks with me, and He talks with me And He tells me, I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known


JOHN FRUSCIANTE "Niandra Lades & Usually Just A T-Shirt"
by John Frusciante There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole In a set design Can you read your name It's been so long since we bloomed from the inside So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge Of a world under nothing sky You've been lying rye They claim men you dance under the moonlight Do what you think is the sum Buts it a flesh and blood of a Dismembered gone assembly In four thousands of your years Voice 1: You felt like history in your thighs Voice 2: You get four red candles Voice 2: On the table with your penis I arise Voice 1: You're the one that makes me realize Voice 1: With water flowing through to tomorrow Voice 2: Glued to your addiction Voice 1: Apples and cake must have been your mistake Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction Voice 1: Makes me feel like I'm alive Voice 1: You're hidden by your wooden legs Voice 2: You're my kind, You're my kind Voice 2: You always make me feel like a moon in my life Voice 1: Staring down at the world's head, all the time Voice 2: It always makes me feel good to know you're alive, wrapping your ties Voice 1: Down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built in your snake, your little dark house Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't feel sunshine Voice 2: And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? It's a hard road to the top of yourself. You'll always be alone. Voice 1: The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree? Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love someone like you. They'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but when you see creation coming you close your eyes. And To you I'm sure it's no surprise that I could be one of the dead. Thank god my underwear's full of lead without you. Without you. Voice 1: When you're around I'm wound around your thumb. You wanna be numb inside the gun. All your different lights are one big fight against the baby inside that you've mistaken for pain.

Live Oak

JASON ISBELL "Southeastern"
There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down I was rougher than the timber shipping out of Fond du Lac When I headed south at seventeen, the sheriff on my back I'd never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze So I found another victim every couple days But the night I fell in love with her, I made my weakness known To the fighters and the farmers digging dusty fields alone The jealous innuendos of the lonely-hearted men Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in Well you couldn't stay a loner on the plains before the war When my neighbors took to slightin' me, I had to ask what for Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town Soon she'd heard about the boys I used to hang around We'd robbed a great-lakes freighter, killed a couple men aboard When I told her, her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword All the things that she'd suspected, I'd expected her to fear Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down Well I carved her cross from live oak and her box from short-leaf pine And buried her so deep, she'd touch the water table line And picked up what I needed and I headed south again To myself, I wondered, “Would I ever find another friend” There's a man who walks beside her, he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me

Inner Voice

ADAM SANDLER "Stan And Judy's Kid"
I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some Lexuses And all the girls I know got the big big breasteses I got a ten story mansion on the beach With a swimmin' pool filled up with the drool of Robin Leach Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year If people piss me off I can make 'em disappear Every time I sneeze I get a feature on the news The reporter says "gesundheit" and hilarity ensues And how did I get to be the man that I am? A god among men, only without the tan It's simple, every time I have to make a choice I just listen to my little inner voice, and he says "Shave all the hair off your butt and glue it to your nostrils" OK "Steal all the milk from all the supermarkets and put it back in the cows" Alright "Find out which species of rodent is the most flammable" OK "Let's see what fun crafts we can make using only a chainsaw and Regis Philbin" Yeah! So how do I explain my little cranial expressions Intuition, premonition, or demonic possession? It could be God, an angel, or my dead uncle Paul Or that nasty purple fuzzy thing that lives in my wall Doesn't matter, and to be honest I don't wanna know 'Cause thanks to him I've never had to deal with an HMO And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends "Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album" Done, and done. "Put on a tutu, glue two live wiener dogs to your face, and prance around the subway terminal screaming 'Stop looking at me!'" OK "There's no reason not to have sex with a cheese grater." Hmm, no, I suppose not. "Set up a stand outside of K-Mart with a plate full of frozen peas and a sign reading 'Take one!' If anyone asks you what the hell your doing, give them a button that says 'I asked about the peas!'" He's become my best friend, sticks with me to the end Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour Though it does get kinda creepy when I'm trying to take a shower Still I can't complain 'cause he made me rich And figured out it was the opossum milk that made me itch If it seems weird remember the voice made me do it I don't question what he says I just get up and get to it "Itemize everything in your cat's litter box for the next seven years and mail a report to the President with a note saying 'Here!'" Good idea "It's time to find out what urinal cakes taste like" If you say so "Get a black and white horizontally striped suit, a mask, and a bowling ball with a small length of rope hanging from it, and tiptoe around the airport." Sounds like fun "How old does a baby need to be before it's too big to fit down the toilet?" I don't know. Let's find out. "Keep swallowing magnets until your farts can erase video tapes." Will do So to that guy in my head I just wanna say thanks For removin' my angst, so I'm no longer shootin' blanks And now I own several banks, plus an inflatable watch And paid Justin Timberlake to let me kick him in the crotch I followed his advice and now I'm makin' major duckets If it wasn't for him I'd still be processing McNuggets So when life makes you feel like you should've stayed in bed Just listen to the voice in your head, and he'll say "Fat people are full of toys. Go get some!" Yeah! "Build a 20 foot tall nude statue of Tony Goldmark licking warm margarine off a malnourished dolphin out of onions, pez, and lint." With pleasure! "If Yanni didn't want to be set on fire and shoved down a flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now." Yeah, I guess so. "Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac thing to the back of your car, and drive away at 90 mph. When a cop pulls you over, roll down the window and indignantly ask 'WHAT?'" You got it! "Move to New Jersey and become a comedy rap artist." Oh... do I have to?

The Voice / Intro

SYLEENA JOHNSON "Chapter II: The Voice"
[Verse #1:] One day I was feelin' low down (Was havin') Bad thoughts like I won't be around (Was thinkin') Maybe I should get out of this game (I thought that) Nobody wanted to hear me sing (I thought that) Nobody even knew my name (I thought that) Maybe 'cause it was I didn't lose weight (I thought that) I had failed and I felt so ashamed (And not just) At my music, but at everything (But then my) Momma said "don't you dare think that way" (And my) Sisters told me not to lose my faith (They told me) "Get on your knees and let GOD lead the way" (And then I) Closed my eyes and I heard a voice say [Chorus (2 Times):] It told me "Stand up" If you want to be seen, It told me "Reach out" So you can catch your dreams, It told me "Cry out" If you want to be heard It told me "Be strong" And take heed to my word" [Verse #2:] So from now on when I hear that voice say (Stand up) I'm on my feet, and I'm showin' my face (Because I) Won't go quietly into the night (I will be) Strong and faithful, oh I will survive (I will be) Honest to me, I will try even when I cry (I will be) Humble, but fearless knowing the LORD by my side (I won't take) Life for granted, I'll live everyday like my last (I will make) Lemonade even when lemons is all I have (I will pay) All my dues and tithes in Sundays (I won't break) When haters test me, focused I will stay (And when I) Cannot hide from those low down days (I will just) Close my eyes and hear that voice say [Chorus (2 Times)] [Intro:] Live by and die by the power of the voice The voice of strength, the voice of reason The voice inside of me, the voice inside of you Holds the key to the answers to the questions And so my story continues, but this time I am guided by the voice Of love, every step that I take And every challenge that I face, and its says to me

Trouble In The Amen Corner

JIM REEVES "Talkin' To Your Heart"
It was a stylish congregation you could see they'd been around And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother Ayer And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir. His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal chords And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words Well, the choir got so flustered the church was told in fine That Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was going to resign. So the pastor appointed a committee. I think it was three or four And they got in their big fine cars and drove up to Ayer's door They find the choir's great trouble sittin' there in an old arm chair And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair. Said York we're here dear Brother with the vestries approbation To discuss a little matter that affects the congregation Now it seems that your voice has interfered with the choir So if you'll just lay out are you listening Brother Ayer. The old man raised his head a sign that he had hear And on his cheek the three men caught the glitter of a tear His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snow And he answered the committee in a voice both soft and low. I wonder if beyond the tide that's breaking at my feet In that far off heavenly temple where my Master and I shall meet Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing the song of God up higher I wonder if they'll kick me out of there for singing in heaven's choir. A silence filled the little room and the old man bowed his head The committee went on back to town but Brother Ayer was dead The choir missed him for awhile but he was soon forgotten A few church goers watched the door but the old man entered not. Far away his voice is sweet and he sings his heart desire Where are there no church committees and no fashionable choirs. Let me hide myself in Thee...

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