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JOHN DENVER lyrics - Autograph

The Ballad Of St. Anne's Reel

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(Mallett) He was stranded in some tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle, awaiting for a ship to come and find him A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace of fiddling in the distance far behind him. A dime across the counter, then, a shy hello, a brand new friend. A walk along the street in the wintry weather. A yellow light, an open door, a welcome friend, there's room for more, And then they're standing there inside together. He said I've heard that tune before somewhere, but I can't remember when. Was it on some other friendly shore or did I hear it on the wind? Was it written on the sky above? I think I heard it from someone I love, but I never heard it sound so sweet since then Now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says I'll take your hat. He's caught up in the magic of her smile. And leap, the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sent his clumsy body graceful as a child. He said there's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's magic in this town. There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down. People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair, and laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns. Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there, someone's hat's left hanging on the rack. And empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more, awaiting for the dancers to come back. And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town. The strings are broke and the bow is gone and the cover's buttoned down. But sometimes on December nights, when the air is cold and the wind is right, There's a melody that passes through this town.


AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
We now present to *cut up* Music to make you stutter [Aesop Rock] I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson invention Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common dirty Destiny dream sighting, important as split the prints God shit the planet screaming What on Earth is that? I sit back five dimensions Only to muscle the overcooked specimen Fending tragic fatality successful dodging violets All hail Mary and hello dollies! I flow ridiculous, indigenous to now Who holds the fifth golden ticket? Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the pickets The house next door to when the stickball clears the fence Y'all hesitate to fetch it! I was walking through a pinball tilt built landscape Terradactle circling turtle I bite the bullet in a wingspan shadow Suck and rust the oxygen gulps And spit the metal directly back up the barrel We icegrill the silhouettes (right) The common decency factors a lowball estimate of zero My testament is striking b-boy stances Dancing past the foggy mirror With wipes clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit I'm at six degrees of sexy sarcasm Yeah never swam up inside summerjam classic Under the bed backwards bastard Scaverning the carnival grounds for an outlet WHO THE FUCK IS AES ROCK? I'm not a name to keep at arms length Adjacent to little ? quilt makeshift Sick security mechanism, check your mission I am not a vision, check your mission Just a simple sourpatch delinquent No it will not help you shove your Lincoln [Chorus] 2x I alone settle I alone peddle in the mud I alone, I condone rebel zone planting I alone stand in a social coma All up to your dome, follow I alone Now you see me, now you don't [Method Man] *Scratches* [Aesop Rock] Well he was maverick enough but still scraped up Taki 183 innovation for the kids Brick foot ironlung honor Escape through the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber Without a care inside from posting the roster Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed feelings Reeling in several separate defunct fame-booster modules This nervous twitch mark the most delectable ingredient See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding bins (More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind cause you ride in I'd rather find the floors and watch you hide them Feel the haggered look penetrate brain castle Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour wind collection (FLASH FLOODER!) You're a fuckin wind-up toy A goddamn four string criminal trading card The reason they decorate the fonts of closing credits To boost on-looker amusement after fading hard Catch more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar The action, we all compete the masked illusion The commonfolk, I provoke em all Challenge thirty balance I alone pour talent while they fidget If the revolution ain't gon' be televised Then fuck, I'll probably miss it Chorus 2x

Friend Or Foe '98

JAY-Z "In My Lifetime Vol. 1"
[Verse One:] I'm done talking Ran up in the spot gun smoking Shot it in the air, one woke him Sun-soaking, sweating in his bed like Dunlo Thinking to himself what done provoked him His thoughts is racing like a vulcan I swear I saw a lightbulb when He finally figured out who was the culprit I said yeah, remember me from Friend or Foe when I told you don't ever ever come around here no more Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun - lay down This time you're really going to listen to Jay now I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be Plus I had sympathy when we all wore rams with your keys And it wasn't afterthought that maybe you'll try to revenge me But I was like 'Nah', Chromes had to know he was wrong And if you caught me on the foul now you would sing me the same song Plus you promised And that's really no fun Yeah I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon But my mind's like a flower in bloom *** my eyes just scower the room I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out You think you the first nigga I played out, in a 2 hotel town Come on now, I peep your Lexus at you Left the exit got some niggas on that side of the town Money well invested, rudely interrupted Jamaican accents *** A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen Do me a favor dude, get 2 ice cubes I pass them Take that ice up, for the nicest MC And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable Friend or foe BIOTCH!

Texan Love Song

ELTON JOHN "Don't Shoot Me (I'm Only The Piano Player)"
Music by Elton John Available on the album Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player I heard from a friend you'd been messing around With a cute little thing I'd been dating uptown Well I don't know if I like that idea much Well you'd better stay clear I might start acting rough You out of town guys sure think you're real keen Think all of us boys are homespun and green But that's wrong my friend so get this through your head We're tough and we're Texan with necks good and red So it's Ki yi yippie yi yi You long hairs are sure gonna die Our American home was clean till you came And kids still respected the president's name And the eagle still flew in the sky Hearts filled with national pride Then you came along with your drug-crazy songs Goddamit you're all gonna die How dare you sit there and drink all our beer Oh it's made for us workers who sweat spit and swear The minds of our daughters are poisoned by you With your communistic politics and them negro blues Well I'm gonna quit talking and take action now Run all of you fairies clean out of this town Oh I'm dog tired of watching you mess up our lives Spending the summertime naturally high

For The Roses

I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Did you get a round resounding for you Way up here It seems like many dim years ago Since I heard that face to face Or seen you face to face Though tonight I can feel you here I get these notes On butterflies and lilac sprays From girls who just have to tell me They saw you somewhere In some office sits a poet And he trembles as he sings And he asks some guy To circulate his soul around On your mark red ribbon runner The caressing rev of motors Finely tuned like fancy women In thirties evening gowns Up the charts Off to the airport- Your name's in the news Everything's first class- The lights go down- And it's just you up there Getting them to feel like that Remember the days when you used to sit And make up your tunes for love And pour your simple sorrow To the soundhole and your knee And now you're seen On giant screens And at parties for the press And for people who have slices of you From the company They toss around your latest golden egg Speculation-well, who's to know If the next one in the nest Will glitter for them so I guess I seem ungrateful With my teeth sunk in the hand That brings me things I really can't give up just yet Now I sit up here The critic! And they introduce some band But they seem so much confetti Looking at them on my TV set Oh the power and the glory Just when you're getting a taste for worship They start bringing out the hammers And the boards And the nails I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Chilly now End of summer No more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling And the bumping of the logs And the moon swept down black water Like an empty spotlight

Crinan Wood

ALEXI MURDOCH "Towards The Sun"
It was cold, you had your hands inside your sleeves As we walked I heard the laughter in the leaves See the shadows lying now where once we stood And I would lie down right there if only I could The music came to me, it came across the sound And you laughed and shown and danced a circle around As we walked away, I saw a shadow on the ground There were stones inside my pockets that I found When I was younger I heard angels on the roof As thousand voices singing, each one was the truth Well a wise young lad, I left them in my youth And I have only just my memory for proof See a doorway open on a darker road Out in the garden, thread lies broken on the loom See a face that's smiling, quick around the wall And in the distance, mountains waiting for the fall See these knots around my hands, around my feet They would take me down my end for me to meet I grow weary of this struggle and this fight The morning's so far off from out here in the night The night is cold and you must leave me, this I know And empty all the places where we used to go Before I knew you I went climbing in the snow Called your name out to the darkness down below

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