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Playlist: The Very Best of the Outfield (The Outfield) · Big Innings: The Best of the Outfield (The Outfield) · Field Recordings (Jonathan Rundman) · Love Me in a Field (Luke Bryan) · Open Field [Bonus Tracks] (Taken by Trees) · Playing The Field (The Outfield) · Gospel Alive: Sacred Recordings Made in the Field (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Field Music (Measure) (Field Music) · Field Day (Marshall Crenshaw) · Complete Ebbet’s Field Broadcast (Gene Clark) – and 90 other albums »


This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?

Her song went, "For those
field of art 

I shed light  yet my skin is dark 

I'm not conerned with climbin the chart 

Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart?
Save your best moves. It gets weird
Billions of cops, smoke and mirrors
Carrying creed cards we all race for death
Hope to be saved by our next
(performed by jackson browne and bonnie raitt on the pete seeger tribute album where have all the flowers gone;1998)

Jackson:
When I was a young man
don't go far
I just go crazy
I buried all of my old clothes out in some field in West Des Moines
And if you judge me tonight
Judge me by the songs I write
(uh)
If you're brain's the same you'll stick to your deals
And this field ain't about sellin' a mil'
With the run of the mill, so just be tellin'
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga

We got top-notch
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me 
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album amputated 
Scream the name out Killah
the music industry man. 
Ludacris and field mob, 
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.

can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album
And they would've snatched me 
If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity 
Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
Hops, out
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown  (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about 
Or told
even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about 
Or told
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
boy!

On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways,
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest