Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

JOHN DENVER lyrics - Forever, John

Mr Bojangles

Original and similar lyrics
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Whose Garden Was This? album, and has also been released on the Changes album. Knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you In worn out shoes Silver hair ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high He jumped so high And he'd lightly touched down Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance Met him in a cell New Orleans he was down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he He spoke right out He talked about life He talked of life He lightly slapped his leg instead He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants and took a stance And he jumped so high He clicked his heels And he let go a laugh He let go a laugh Shook his clothes all around Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance We danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south We spoke in tears of fifteen years How his dog and him They travelled about The dog up and died He up and died After twenty years he still grieves They said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars Cause I drinks a bit And he shook his head now He shook his head And I heard someone ask please Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles hey Mr Bojangles dance Words and music by Walker

Rock Minuet

LOU REED "Ecstasy"
Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul if he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole While listening at night to an old radio where they danced to the rock minuet In the gay bars in the back of the bar he consummated hatred on a cold sawdust floor While the jukebox played backbeats, he sniffed coke off a jar while they danced to a rock minuet School was a waste, he was meant for the street but school was the only way, the army could be beat The two whores sucked his nipples 'til he came on their feet as they danced to the rock minuet He dreamt that his father was sunk to his knees his leather belt tied so tight that it was hard to breathe And the studs from his jacket were as cold as a breeze as he danced to a rock minuet He pictured the bedroom where he heard the first cry his mother on all fours, ah, with his father behind And her yell hurt so much, he had wished he'd gone blind and rocked to a rock minuet In the back of the warehouse were a couple of guys they had tied someone up and sewn up their eyes And he got so excited he came on his thighs when they danced to the rock minuet On Avenue B, someone cruised him one night he took him in an alley and then pulled a knife And thought of his father as he cut his windpipe and finally danced to the rock minuet In the curse of the alley, the thrill of the street on the bitter cold docks where the outlaws all meet In euphoria drug in euphoria heat you could dance to the rock minuet In the thrill of the needle and anonymous sex you could dance to the rock minuet So when you dance hard, slow dancing when you dance hard, slow dancing When you dance hard, slow dancing when you dance to the rock minuet

Call To The Nations

Every nation & every tongue Lift high the Name of the Holy One Every race, creed & tribe Lift up the Name of the Lord Most High [Anthem:] Sing your songs of deliverance Dance your dance of victory You are free [2x] All God's people everywhere Lift your hands up in the air As you worship His great Name Your nation will never be the same [Chorus:] Every nation, all of creation Lift high the Name of Jesus Make for His presence A Holy habitation Lift high His Name [2x] Chains be broken, wounds be healed Storms we now say, "Peace, be still" Sons & daughters prophesy Our generation now arise

Never Let Me Down

DAVID BOWIE "Never Let Me Down"
When I believed in nothing I called her name Trapped in a high-dollar joint in some place I called her name And though my days are slipping by And nights so cruel I thought I'd die She danced her little dance 'till it made me cry She was shakin' like this honey doing that When I needed soul revival I called your name When I was falling to pieces I screamed in pain Your soothing hand that turned me round A love so real swept over me You danced your little dance 'till it made me cry You were shakin' like this honey doing that Never let me down She never let me down Never let me down She never let me down When all your faith is failing Call my name When you've got nothing coming Call my name I'll be strong for all it takes I'll cover your head till the bad stuff breaks I'll dance my little dance till it makes you smile Shaking like this honey doing that Never let you down I'll never let you down I'll never let you down I'll never let you down

Duck Season

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Raekwon the Chef] Scrape y'all motherfuckers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got respect for Is them niggaz that we say peace to Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again What up, he made a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle Now my proposal, it's the global From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed up Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that My dolo rapper get you sent back Represent the gentlemens who bent that Flash medallions like Italians La costra nostra, we moving through your hood like a poster Flex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement So keep the bust the gun Boo Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents Add on, the billboard sloan Check it now, you get the gold dick award It's like jail and it's the sixth floor Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see Half of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo Stay militant kid, push it like bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one Please, y'all niggaz money getting low But did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat dough Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga [RZA] You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed nigga Still shame on a nigga, who tried to run game Get virgin and perversions, fucking bitches with Persian Bugs watching niggaz like the turgeon, it's the surgeon slugs still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility In your rap utility to fuck with the abilities Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary Microphone post tone like a rotary phone Age of poems and poetry, old sloans Explosive head bullets, black hooded Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist For your ice and curtains and vice Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety And lead them to defy me, diary... I need 18 points for my next joint This high and mointed king, to make a deal I be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffing To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits pussy dripping I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions of dollars And built with thousands of scholars My life saga from the hildred of horor Legal kid brown in Nicaragua Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections [Method Man] This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door, you want it niggaz it's yours The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I'm flowing for It's rhyme and reason, bite the bullet Niggaz is foul in this duck season We add odds till we even motherfucker Bad asses, high times, lower classes Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses Bring it to him, room service, under pressure And mad nervous, waving guns at the clergy Ticallion, we ain't worried Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty Picture this, watch the birdy This bastards is rolling dirty With sharp pins that be stabbing you Pins and needles, needles and pins Nuff said, dick in your mouth Like pimp was bled, as I race track with thoroughbreds Ducking the feds [Raekwon the Chef] Yo, my ice slow fly up on the keyboard son Niggaz ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate Reconstruction, that's the whole science of mine Production, ya'll niggas guess who stuck son Left his meth son, switch, finger itch Staring at you like a bitch, maybe y'all niggaz snitch Youse a loner, Adidas shell top with lye sipping Corona, read the rev report then bone her Buy you some jewels, here's some food Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs Chill, y'all niggaz know what time it is James Bond Beamers behind me, on Bacardi Lime and check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan He cought a slug for lying Yeah you was lying, where's the cash, crying Militia, rolling in position Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian Lex the tally back whistling, fake fucks

Above My Floor

AER "Aer"
[Chorus - Dave:] I never wanna know ya I think I see him walking Collide with the ghost above my floor High, headed up the corner I think I see him walking Say hi to the ghost I won’t become [Verse 1 - Carter:] He and I could fight all night But he is me, so get this right I’m torn inside but act so bright And who to be i can’t decide So I’ll roll the rest up, rid the pressure Diesel from forty, on top the dresser Inhale the smoke, I’ll clean the mess up Opaque hope, extreme measures Indulge in all types of pleasures Don’t talk to him I can explain it much better Imma medicate myself if I want to Not a level head and will say anything bout you Looking in the mirror finding someone to shout to The answer’s in the haze so I’ll figure it out soon I’m keeping up cuz I’m fast learner Tryna disregard my evil as the worlds turnin The ego in each of us wants to eat through the furnace And then heat up your house and just laugh it off as it’s burning [Chorus - Dave] [Verse 2 - Carter:] I’ve learned to pick quality over quantity When does confident become cocky? What if i told you that’s not me Hiding behind expensive liquor and kawasakis The diamond’s getting bigger I’m in the rough of the rockies Power trippin, tricked into giving the guy who brought me What he deserves, been on my nerves Despite it all i can find the courage I’m high in attic, so close to the angels But he’s in the basement playing games with the devil I’m tryna get out and see the world from all angles He only wants to stay in and polish up all his medals Spun out in the city makes it hard to say I’m stable Ain’t giving up for nothing no homie I won’t settle Crumbs crushed up on the old wooden table High above the problems is me having my head up

Was it funny? Share it with friends!