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Amy Correia lyrics - Carnival Love

The Bike

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I became the heiress to a red and rusted bicycle Built like a tank from Sears Roebuck circa 1952 It had been entrusted to me by my late great uncle Pat And I guess he didn't ride it much Both tires on the bike were flat Pat had died at Christmas time in 1991 He had fallen off the wagon And he sunk into a Christmas funk My father he had found him Two days after he had died Well he drank himself to death one night In a little home he owned by the seaside So I took the bike and I cleaned it up My father he patched up the tires Am I going to town or just spinning my wheels And when I die I wonder how it feels Hey and I'm riding around riding around on it Hey just riding around riding around on it Hey you know I'm riding around riding around on it. Hey! The funeral service was a few days later At a place down the street from where he had lived There wasn't a hell of a turn out He had never married and he never had kids The coffin lid was open Pat was lying inside His sister had a picture of a poodle named Pepper She put it in his hand and then she cried Now I'm riding around in the city Through the smog and the summer heat And I'm blowing through all the red lights I guess you could say I'm feeling lucky And the taxis and the trucks Everybody's blowin' their horns And I got a bicycle bell to ring And I got a notion to sing as I'm riding along chorus Well I didn't even really know him at all And I wonder can he see me As I'm riding along Riding along The day that Pat was buried The air was cold and clear And we drove out to the cemetery And snow flew around in the air And a hired man from the State He played taps on a coronet And a flag was presented to his sister For time in the service that Pat had spent When he used to ride on the bike Way back in ¡®52 He was starting out a life And the bike it was brand new And life was laid before him like a platter before a king He was young and he was handsome and the world was alive with meaning The world was alive with meaning chorus

Got It Bad

KEITH URBAN "1991"
(Keith Urban and H Field) I hit the highway and I checked the time I see the sunrise and it makes me wanna change my mind Oh I got it bad I stopped for a coffee in a nowhere town A pretty waitress says Hey what's the frown Boy you got it bad Well so many times you told me before If you don't like it, well there's the door This time I've gone for good and I got it bad CHORUS I got it badder than a broken heart Badder then the devil's smile And I can't face bein' apart I guess I'll have to leave but meanwhile Oohh I got it bad Moonlight on the water still looks the same Pretty girl beside me but I don't know her name Guess I got it bad I'm too weak to say no, too lonely to care I'll believe her if she says hey baby I got to love to spare Well tomorrow I'll take it like a man Tonight I'm taking all I can This time I went for good and I got it bad CHORUS x 3

Rather Unique

AZ "Doe Or Die"
[Featuring Nas] -Your bigger than the Jews -Bigger than the Irish -You run the whole fuckin country -You can be the next John D. Rockerfeller -Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit -But the bigger we get, the more were takin from other people Nas: Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery That was lightin and rain drops I'm tied up in the basement cocaine spot, like Bangkok I'm blindfold Vietnam type mind controless torture His accent sounds like the rarest culture Askin me, my astroby stabbin me gradually Says its astrobute What's atonic, mesonic, ironic I felt reminded of my fast life ventures And winters Blinded til the flashlight enters AZ: Yo dun, before the sun set Call connect get all the tech's I'm vexed, this nigga love his sex He lost respect, lets off his neck My caliber Got me thinkin on a higher algebra See me I'm just as foul as ya, but you ain't got no style in ya I'm into bigger cheddar Cheese ??? armaretta Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us Chorus: Mo money, more murder more homicide You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi You never know, it might just be your time to take that ride To them pearly white gates, watch that suicide Nas: Now government official Got you sippin on Cristal and crystal You ??? And took your clan with you i'm out to get you Guaranteed every shell will hit you Plus I'm on some shit to Layin down whomever's with you Mafioso This New York City nineties Era Soso AZ you know my culture Now my wolves is out to ghost ya AZ: Center a rose on the graveyard for real now The stakes is up a half a mil now I tried to grab him with his shield down What walked in a crazy paid up Sharp but straight up gators from Barbados Never seen nobody play those Laylow what they called him His head bald and Sippin cappuchino spilled to his silk suits Lap was scalding Laugh was vulgar Canvas paintings of the Iaetola And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture Tobacco pipe smoker Escobar your life is over Justify the righteous nova Bullets flew out his right shoulder Corpse leaving a foul odor The firm volume one adjourned Bring it to a closure Chorus: Nas: So now you rolling with us like codefenders No phony business Should no the difference From supreme solo its the style ancient as Moses scriptures Its latin kings, black goofies and white jesters Among us Crime invades the minds of youngsters Where its pitch black they can't see you Godfather three falling for dead in a cathedral AZ: Now you forced to listen I got the mind of a grad from Princeton Play your position Or soon you'll be lost and missing Its far from fiction My presence is like that of a christian With ammunition puttin states under submission Street addiction Got me tied thorough with burrows Still in the ghetto But in the cut where its mellow Incognito on the leelow Like Carlito Cause we know Niggas don't really want us to see dough You never know it might just be your time to take your ride To them pearly white gates watch that suicide Chorus:

Bob The Drummer

Dada
SEE I'M TRYIN' TO START THIS ROCK BAND AND MY DRUMMER REALLY NEEDED A KIT HE'S REALLY INTO BONHAM AND OZZY YOU KNOW HE REALLY LIKES TO HIT SO WE SPENT OUR DAYS LOOKIN' AT DRUM ADS 'CAUSE NEITHER ONE OF US HAD A JOB WE CIRCLED THIS ONE COOL OFFER CHEAP DRUMS ASK FOR BOB WE JUMPED INTO MY PINTO AND WE FLEW OVER TO HIS PLACE WE RAN UP THE STAIRS AND KNOCKED ON THE DOOR ENTER ROBERT'S FACE NOW OL' BOB WAS A DRUMMER HE LIVED WITH HIS KIT IN GLENDALE WEDDINGS AND BAR MITZVAHS HE'D DO ANY GIG FOR HALF-SCALE WITH HIS FIVE-PIECE '69 SLINGERLAND SILVER TWO-TONE GLITTER HE PLAYED HER SKINS LIKE A GENTLEMAN HE DIDN'T LIKE TO HIT HER LIKE A MIME WITH A MEGAPHONE LIKE SNOW COMIN' DOWN IN SUMMER LIKE DR. KING WITH A SUBMACHINE LIKE ROCK N' ROLL AND BOB THE DUMMER BOB THE DRUMMER NOW HE FIXED US BOTH SOME COFFEE HE LET ME PLAY HIS SNARE HE LIED ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYS AND HOW HE ENDED UP HERE WE LET HIM GO ON FOR HOURS TALKIN' 'BOUT ONE-NIGHT STANDS HE SAID YOU GOTTA PAY YOUR DUES SON I SAID I THINK I UNDERSTAND HE DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE GRATEFUL DEAD SABBATH OR PINK FLOYD BUT WHEN HE GOT DOWN BEHIND THAT SET OLD BOB COULD MAKE SOME NOISE BOB THE DRUMMER WE WONDERED WHERE THE TIME WENT AND DID I STILL WANNA BUY SOME DRUMS MY THROAT WENT DRY AND I FELT KINDA SICK WHEN I OFFERED HIM TWO HUNDRED ONES HE SID HE GUESSED HE WASN'T READY TO SELL HER YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THERE MIGHT BE A GIG HE SHOT ME HIS BEST MONA LISA AND TOOK THE LAST DRAG OFF HIS CIG WITH HIS MR. ROGERS SWEATER AND HIS VELVET ELVIS EYES HE STARED INTO OBLIVION AND SAID OH HOW TIME FLIES

Lonesome Rodeo Cowboy

GEORGE STRAIT "Livin' It Up"
I own this horse and saddle And that old Cadillac This broken down horse trailer And the clothes that are on my back Well I know that it ain't a hell of alot But it's all that I can show After seventeen years making my living Riding in the rodeo My wife left me five years ago In one of those rodeo towns I can't say that I blame her much She just wanted to settle down Oh God how I miss that woman It hurt so to see her go If I was smart I woulda stuck by her But I'm hooked on this rodeo Chorus: And I'm just a Lonesome Cowboy I'm a little bit over the hill I shoulda quit this thing a long time ago But I guess I never will So I keep on movin from show to show Hopin to change my luck My good ol days are just a memory But I just can't give it up There was a time I used to do alright And bring home my share of the dough But now I'm losin out to the younger boys I guess I must be gettin slow But there's one thing you learn from this You gotta make it on your own Cause when your on top you've got a million friends But when your down buddy you're all alone Repeat Chorus My good ol days are just a memory But I just can't give it up

A Passion Play (Part 2)

JETHRO TULL "A Passion Play"
[The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles] [Words by Jeffrey Hammond] [Spoken:] This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, "The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were his spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do? Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: "You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot." "No!" interrupted Owl, who was wise. "I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?" But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling! Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer: "Hare, you must go in search of the optician." But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!" "You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt. "You can send him with Owl." But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem "You can take him in your pouch." But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles. [Sung:] As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care. The lost spectacles were his own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair. [Forest Dance #2 (Instrumental)] [The Foot Of Our Stairs] We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, talk to the floor, cheating the spiders who come to say "Please", (politely). They bend at the knees. Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Old gentlemen talk of when they were young of ladies lost and erring sons. Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth, tied at both ends. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Scented cathedral spire pointed down. We pray for souls in Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods, floating by wishing us well, pie in the sky. God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More." Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell" where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. [Overseer Overture] Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing). I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye. Passionate play join round the maypole in dance (primitive rite) (wrongly). Summoned by name I am the overseer over you. [Flight From Lucifer] Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub... neither am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that never made impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread. Pick me up at half past none there's not a moment to lose. There is the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should). I thank everybody for making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off. [10.08 To Paddington (Instrumental)] [Magus Perde] Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain. Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE. Here am I (voyager into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil. Bring the gods, the gods' own fire In the conflict revel. The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born, renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living)... living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day. [Epilogue] There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play.

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