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BOB DYLAN lyrics - Blonde On Blonde

Visions Of Johanna

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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise, she's all right, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, Jeeze I can't find my knees Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Sayin', Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him But like Louise always says Ya can't look at much, can ya man? As she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

Doe Or Die (RZA Remix)

AZ
[Raekwon] This veteran's charge, soon to have a whiley garage Yea, demand the land, I want a jet black discovery recovery, big time See when you, when you start fuking wit my shit like that You're taking on a natural high see what I'm saying Shit is natural (yea no doubt) shit is like baking a cake Know what I mean, like squeezing a hand joint (word up design, designing) Know what I'm saying, Doe or Die style kid, the remix [Both] Yo, yo I roll wit brothers who puff dust lust plus A + conniving cash you can't trust Yo, these avalanche rock throwers, granola holders Style is steady ready like a military soldier Wu Killa Bee plus Sosa, AZ Two SC's, Doe or die style, let's see Yo, the track's banging like an armaretta shake son Take some, 50 on whatever we make son [Raekwon] Yo now let me show you how my whole team operate Cooperate, tie you up, drop you on the Tri-state What up, my whole style is camoflage The veteran's charge, bagging all these shorties up in sport cars When we react, it's like Mafia, keep jims rocking ya Czechoslovakia, Khadafi the diamonds What soulsa La costra da nostra Snap a flick of this Chef, double exposure [AZ] Who's the wickedest, street officialist, Guess, Gortex Lex is the crispiest, ice the vidiculous Peep and look, the unexplainable'll keep ya shook High illism, the realism got you hooked So let's lay law cause only fat cats play raw Let this ?a pour? 'cause taking his paper's all I claim for The resurrection 86 cartel connection Raid your section, el's twist to a perfection [Raekwon] Primetime, genuine, shine, Lex seat recline Yo, Vine, he ran up on me wit a nine, he's mine I won't play, Gamma ray spray Rae, he tried to pray He threw a grand away, yo, I plan a day to drive his land away Doe or die, right, light up the time my ?feet? was gear high Showing love to niggaz on the inside [AZ] Black supreme, high king, mine shine like high beams We be that Don ?queen? seems you take time in a hygiene My line ?queen?, Italian gator, boast made of fiend Check the Firm team, names internationally reign Triple X large, duplex wit a garage Gold Express Cards plus enuff sex to bless the Gods So let's play, catch me in a Motown Cafe Cap on half way, sipping OJ and ?cram on lye? Doe or die way, ?corosea

Problems Of The World

Dres "The Sureshot Redemption"
see I bee your true choice...Mind mine as overtime I got the bite when I write I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm outasight take flight or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew moving just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we got the tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but the fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few get roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme - they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A. ....They supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or corrodin...say I show them what it means to flip script..and sink your battleship..slip and cock the clip inside the whip...aimin for the right ties...sippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids that think they learned it all from wise guys...what they do..going through a lifetime without a clue...with the need to turn around like the cap on my brew...Be askin you when they be tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the earth....knee high - we piled style that you couldn't deny...$200. dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Fila...till today..we don't play..Never been one to run astray..using my mind like the nine as the rhyme leads the way......Born buck..in search of luck..I love the feel of sunshine..but sometime when it be raining, still you'd see me unwind..one time when I was young and far away from Cancun...Hip Hop was mine to consume...to pass around in Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explode..I'm hittin niggas like they owed..behold...I grab the mic with two hand choke holds...I'm out to fold till I'm old..with bank accounts of untold..stash cash..plus jars full of slivers of gold...a rhyme rocker..I gets up in your mouth just like Binaca..with the proper that be bangin like a sock over a locker....Once again Dres..lays it down with the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu Kang...I brang..many a thang in event of battle we..be the baddest ...be turning babbles into babalities...on a road to explode..catch me on the seldom walked...from the sands of Sahara to the streets of New York..to talk the time of we..even a blind man could see...that he's living in the very last of days that be... NYCN pge 2 Still got the heart of Simba..and the skills of Gepetto...my style is quasi moto..ill forms, that rock the ghetto..Whas the deal bro...me yo, I been chillin like Sub Zero...not that I'm your hero...but yo, it's hot and full of Nero's ...so me, me and mine in line to shine with true clout...Electric...with company...don't make us turn your lights out HOOK

Beach House On The Moon

JIMMY BUFFETT "Beach House On The Moon"
Cameron's getting logical, A Vulcan in disguise, The mysteries of the night are Putting sparkles in his eyes. He's looking for sound reasoning, But the best that I can do, Is this transcendental story, That I'll pass along to you. Past the falls they call Victoria, Down the river named the Nile, Drifts a tiny little handmade boat, It's shaped just like a smile. And steered by a magician, With the knowledge that he needs, To keep him on his destined course, Past the crocodiles and reeds. He's the Admiral of the ocean, The Lone Eagle in the sky, He gave me my first sextant, And he taught me how to fly. It's been quite a lengthy passage, From the dawn of time till now, He has weathered the infernal storms In his trusty petite dow. He has soared about colossal waves, Sailed the endless sea. Sometimes he resembles you, Sometimes he looks like me. I saw him through my telescope, On a cloudless night in June, As he rested between voyages At his beach house on the moon. There are windows to the galaxies And hallways to the past. There are trapdoors to the future And a splintered ancient mast. There are relics from Apollo trips, When the earthmen came to play, And a hammock from a distant star, Out in the Milky Way. He's the Admiral of the ocean The Lone Eagle in the sky. He game me my first sextant And he taught me how to fly. I saw him through my telescope On a cloudless night in June As he rested between voyages At his beach house on the moon. A stripped bass breaks the surface As the sunset fades away And our journey from the Sea of Storms Takes us home beside the bay. We go fishing in the ocean We go traveling back in time Like the song says 'teach your children' To go fishing with their minds. Cameron's contemplating I'm not sure just what he thinks 'Is my dad some kind of lunatic With his stories and high hi-jinks'. Then he says when I get old and gray And feel like I'm marooned, He will take me in his rocket ship To that beach house on the moon.

Nothing But Sunshine

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
[Slug] (Mixed vocals) Whatta you mean what was my childhood like? What difference does that make? Yo, my childhood was messed up, so what? Everybody's childhood was messed up. This is the 90's, find me one person who had it right. What's that got to do with me rhyming? What's left? [Slug] Now when my mother died I had to take it in stride There ain't no room for pride in watching your father cry And dad made it until maybe a year later When they found his suicide inside of a grain elevator Got over it, I had no other offers or options Thought about whether or not mom and pop was watching Never bothered with caution, no time for fear Saw my folks carry fear for most my early years And I learned from it, turned numb and ignored the storm A burning sun waiting for the world to plummet Finished growing up under my uncle's roof He taught me how to count all the way up to 100 proof From watching him I learned how to gather nourishment Living off the different women that he had to nurture him And on the surface I became a normal pre-teen More afraid of nuclear war than snake bites and bee stings My best friend was my TV Game shows and cartoons substituted for puppies, rainbows, and balloons Now here I am, the shy type, and I think I'm doing alright Considering what it was like living my life Chorus (repeated) It's nothing but sunshine It's all sunshine It's nothing but sunshine [Slug] Now it's been 17 summers since I've seen my mother But every night I see her smile inside my dreams When I was younger I didn't actually see the accident happen But every night I see her smile as it shatters against the screams I can only imagine Dad's internal reaction Strain, inferno burning, bound in his brain What's it take to make a man who owns acres of land Abandon the family plan and drown himself in his grains I'm glad I left that farm in Northern Minnesota Where the time moves slower and the winters are colder Became a city boy, where everybody acts like they older Where they stick to themselves and keep a chip on they shoulder 26 years of age, no longer full of rage I think it's safe to say I've turned a page on my childhood days Ay yo look Ma, I'm a productive member of society When I'm drunk I make noise, but otherwise I live quietly And on the weekend I go back up north to reminisce Remember what it was like pretending to be a kid Late at night I walked the fields and lurk in the shadows Getting even with life by murdering cattle Cow Skit Chorus (repeated) It's all sunshine It's nothing but sunshine It's all sunshine (And I'm gonna be alright, and you gonna be alright, You ain't gotta hold my hand, just walk with me tonight) Fade out (What it is, it ain't, and what it ain't it is, is a theme of a Virgo)

A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue

CRADLE OF FILTH
Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life Gnathic and Sapphic Needs begged gendercide Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds To Archangels in bondage From light to night hurled Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl....... But soon, Her tarot proved Hybrid rumours spread like tumours Would accrue And blight Her stars To better bitter truths Of cold bloodbaths As bodies rose In rigid droves To haunt Her from their Shallow burials imposed When wolves exhumed Their carthen wombs Where heavy frosts had laboured long To bare their wounds To the depths of Her soul they pursued Wielding their poison they flew Like a murder of ravens in fugue And knowing their raptures Would shatter Her dreams She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies So Hallow's Eve As She received Like Bellona to the ball Those enemies Fell-sisters heaved Her torturies Cross stained flagstones To Her carriage reined to flee But She knew She must brave the night through Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon Like a murder of ravens in Fugue For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares And even Her dance In the vast mirrors cast Looked the ill of Her future If fate feasted there....

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