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Kaukonen Jorma lyrics

Requiem For An Angel

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Well, my dream girl from Manarus, Said her name was pain; Her body was a cloud, And her best friend was her vein. We're leanin' on a wall, Slidin' into night; Ready for a fall to paradise; I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride; She was back at misty dawn, She was back.... Well, my China country girl, Was feigning phoney sleep; Repulsing eyes that look of all evil, Ran so deep. Well now leaning on a wall, Sliding into night, Ready for a fall to Paradise; I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride, She was back at misty dawn; She was back at misty dawn. Well, now my pale blue girl; From Bankok, ahhh; Turned blue in the moonlight; Face full of chills, From eternity's lovelight. We're leaning on a wall, Sliding into night, Ready for a fall to Paradise; I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride, I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride, I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride, She was back at misty dawn; She was back She was back at misty dawn.

Nature's Kingdom (Part 1)

Delerium
moon beauty to live and to love in delirious bitter gardens the vision floods under the mind sky night breaths, whispering symphony after a blood sun storm love light relieves with a goddess and a dream in sleep's misty shade with a goddess and a dream i lie beneath imaginary worlds sing a true moment, recall a trip no language can heave through life like an ache, a sense, the blinding wind making believe that if there's a sandstorm you'll come and rescue me help me find my way back to the waking world with a goddess and a dream in sleep's misty shade i lie beneath worlds imaginary with a goddess and a dream in sleep's misty shade i'm going out to meet an old friend the desert knows we are strangers until the sands of time see through our eyes we could be lost perhaps forever but there's space in the air and it's ages till sunrise

Animations

ATHLETE "Black Swan"
There's a switch beneath my flesh and bone that reads please do not touch And a thousand roads that I could take but I still self destruct Its the dance Its the dance Of my life Call a calvary on the carousel you can always find me on I'm the kid who's been to many times but now the novelties warn off Its the ride Its the ride Of my life And all those dreams still in their somewhere They come to life While I still sleep But in these dreams of animations Wont you come with me Wont you come with me There are many cities Deep inside and its easy to get lost I will try and knock some buildings down to make more space for us Your the prettiest And the openest Of my life And all those dreams Still in their somewhere They come to life While I still sleep But in these dreams of animations Wont you come with me Wont you come with me

Nessun Dorma

KATHERINE JENKINS "Living A Dream"
[ITALIAN:] Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, Principessa, nella tua fredda stanza, guardi le stelle che fremono d'amore e di speranza. Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me, il nome mio nessun sapra! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro quando la luce splendera! Ed il mio bacio sciogliera il silenzio che ti fa mia! (Il nome suo nessun sapra!... e noi dovrem, ahime, morir!) Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincero! vincero, vincero! [ENGLISH:] None must sleep! None must sleep! And you, too, Princess, in your cold room, gaze at the stars which tremble with love and hope! But my mystery is locked within me, no-one shall know my name! No, no, I shall say it as my mouth meets yours when the dawn is breaking! And my kiss will break the silence which makes you mine! (No-one shall know his name, and we, alas, shall die!) Vanish, o night! Fade, stars! At dawn I shall win

Gacela Of The Dark Death

JOAN BAEZ "Baptism: A Journey Through Our Time"
I want to sleep the dream of the apples To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries I want to sleep the dream of that child Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood That the putrid mouth goes on asking for water I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass Nor of the moon with the serpent's mouth that labors before dawn I want to sleep a while A while, a minute, a century But all must know that I have not died That there is a stable of gold in my lips That I am the small friend of the west wind That I am the immense shadow of my tears Cover me at dawn with a veil Because dawn will throw fists full of ants at me And wet with hard water my shoes So that the pincers of the scorpion slide For I want to sleep the dream of the apples To learn a lament that will cleanse me of the earth For I want to live with that dark child Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas

Certified Gangstas (YouTube Remix)

JIM JONES
[Eazy-E:] Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about makin that GTA Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit [Verse 1: The Game.] Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed Tight grip on the Escalade pole Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay Knock a nigga out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Verse 2: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide Eastside high-risers Westside low-riders Vest with the four-fiver Yes I fo' sho fire D-I-P low-rider See police, slow the ride up You see squally nigga Cause we switchin four lanes(speedin'!) To see my niggaz(gangsta!) that bang up In the middle of the 'jects(Foster!), while the pitchin' raw caine(gettin it!) G'd up posted tough on the turf(uh huh) Long johns and some jeans, fuck a button up shirt(we keep it gully!) Compton, see the blockers they bangin'(G's up!) My ghetto passes good, be on blocks while they slangin'(in the dope house!) Houston, the purple potion I sip(Texas) While I'm screwin' up my music in a roaster with Flip(Clover Geeees!) NY, you know the City is ours(Capo!) You know I'm Peter Gotti, we the niggaz with power(DIP-SET!) As we ride we screamed out "EASTSIDE"(G's up!) All the time as I replied(come on!) [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kil in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Verse 3: Cam'ron] We put the lazers on glocks(glock) Razor or ox(ox) As I lay in the drop(drop) Pump the base on the poc(kets) Move the H on our block, in front of H&R block See the face on our watch, put ya face on our cock(head) I keep the Luger hugged Show you how to use a snub Whoopty-whoo, fuck around be you I plug(you) I don't do the drugs(nah), baby I move the drugs(yes) Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love(computer love) Duck the cop-capers(capers) and the top haters(haters) Foch flavors, Harlem World we got gators(what's that!?) Not dead, I said they alive(live) Lions(lions), tigers(what), bears, oh my(oh my) Its a straight zoo A to Z, May to April Bring the apes through Fuck around you be ape food, baked food(food) 9 bitches, 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes Get it straight fool [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the .64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Outro: Jim Jones] We ride in that Eastside We roll up while we ride We ride in that Eastside Please roll up that weed high...

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