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Albums:

Ash & Ice [LP] (The Kills) · Moonlighting: Live at the Ash Grove (Van Dyke Parks) · The Best of Wishbone Ash (Wishbone Ash) · Ash Wednesday [Bonus Tracks] (Elvis Perkins) · Shelter from the Ash (Six Organs of Admittance) · Wishbone Ash (Wishbone Ash) · Ash Wednesday (Elvis Perkins) · Blowing Free: An Introduction to Wishbone Ash (Wishbone Ash) · Ash Wednesday (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wishbone Ash: Sound & Visions (Wishbone Ash) – and 90 other albums »


releases:
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Three little pigs of Green Jelly
It's Cloudly Now Album of Aviv Gefen (Hebrew)
What's up? of 4 NON BLONDES
a REAL live one
I am the demon cloaked within the light of darkness
Wretched one of heart so black
The bitter cold of death surrounding
Fear within your soul
make it out alive, but I won't surrender
Had to take it day by day, had to learn the hard way
Like a phoenix rising up from ash and ember
Ash
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Windsong album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album.


Sing songs
of man of mine
The heart of hearts will fade I'm haunted here by this loss of what I dreamed it was

But for every dream there's a fool to back it up where
The Phoenix
The Phoenix

Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
Lyrics by Suzanne Vega
Music by Suzanne Vega & Mitchell Froom 

I only turned to see
What hand had set this inner field alight
Against the flame
everyday
I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea

[Verse 1: Nas]
The makin' of a mad band
Intricate stories of DeVante
everyday
I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea

The makin' of a mad band
Intricate stories of DeVante Swing
Ava
second album
One dozen melodies to listen
Include this number
Keeping in company

Well, hoping that this record sells
Singing by our wishing well
unusual anymore to get hurt by you

Just wishing it wasn't real is my only negative way to escape...

ash to ash
I am just garbage with an umbrella So give
Charring the flesh
The body is ash
They never will know
Burning the corpse
Consumed by the flames
They never will find
Evidence
In the furnace
down beside me
Love ain't for keeping

Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
The seeds are
beside me
Love ain't for keeping

Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
The seeds are bursting
Attracted To A Pile Of Ash
In All My Time I Have Never Seen That.
Distinguishable By A Single Leg Intact.
Body Of Flesh Bones All Turned To Ash.
Fire Of No
the dark shades of the lonely Ash grove.

'Twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing,
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart;
Around us
from the ash it will grow again.

Let's defend Midgard, we Call the High One
Sow upon the field the rune of Jara

In between extremities rises
I don't think any Christmas album would be complete
Without telling, in song, the most beautiful and inspiring story ever told
The story
down beside me
Love ain't for keeping

Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
The seeds are
Awake in the dark
Dreaming of day
Skating my life away
On impossible ice, but I didn't know
Why do I hate me so
Burn into ash, ash into dust
Poor White Folks [Instrumental]


Uncle Pen Album
By Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys

The entire album is 'Instrumental'. These include tracks:
1
I walk the landscape
As a newborn plague
I see the land infested
By gods holy worms
Scattered around they lie
Christ's soldiers

Untameable
Blackbird claw, raven wing
Under the red sunlight
Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves
Waving as we go by

Hundred years, hundred more
Someday we
charred and let the wind blow away the ash

So there's trouble again on the eastern plains
And those sirens are all I hear
I was humbled by a industry
What you call a pain
I call weeding out
And what you call the rain
Comes out of my mouth

Fuzzy sun
Gets you one by one
Fuzzy sun
Gets the job well