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Peter Rowan (Peter Rowan) · Peter Rowan with the Red Hot Pickers (Peter Rowan) · Peter Rowan (Peter Rowan) · Rowan & Wild Stallions (Peter Rowan & the Wild Stallions) · Mitakuye Oyasin Oyasin/All My Relations (Neville Brothers) · Peter Peter (Peter Peter) · Friends & Relations: The Best of Hawkwind (Hawkwind) · Relations (Erika) · Friends & Relations, Vol. 6: Cosmic Travellers (Pressurehed) · Black Sabbath: The Secret Musical History of Black-Jewish Relations (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Good shot Peter
I hope you go far
Cause there's a rabbit wearing coveralls playing in my front yard

you do the two step Peter
And you make it look
couldn't see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
He said "All this land is my master's"
At that I
dark fell into the day
And the wind began to rise
Peter on the White Sea
Green mountains of waves
Blew all around
Peter on the White Sea
The howl
the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay

He said "Lie down, by brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawk
And thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must
country, 
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree 
Are all a-growin` green in the old country. 

Well I asked for a candle for to light me up
I was lost in the dark, and the fear was in my heart
All around me, the forest and the rain
Then with the flash of a light, I saw it in the night
the lap of luxury

Everything's alrighty by me
With risin' credibility
I'm leavin' a mark with my indelability
She's earnin' the money
I'm servin' the honey
and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan, and finally I got the brilliant idea one day to take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the world and string 'em
I'm the fly on flypaper
You're the rain on the web
Resurrected by demons
All shoutin' in my head
Its the lifeboat of sanity
The beacon in the dark
couldn't see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
He said "All this land is my master's"
At that I
every complicated situation of a human relation
Makin' sense of it all takes a whole lot of concentration
Well, you can blame her baby for her pregnant
good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all

God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it apart in my dream

Picture
came from the dark
Left me with splinters of my shattered heart

After all I still believe in life and blood relation
I know I'm drained of both
Now
all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all

The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket
the speakers.
Cheater. Cheater.
All I remember is someone's spit on my face,
And not knowing which head it belonged to.
Peter. Peter.
I need some advice.
a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all

God bless the master of this house,
a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

God bless the master of this house
country, 
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree 
Are all a-growin` green in the old country. 

Well I asked for a candle for to light me up
As I went now for to take a little walk,
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a'walkin' and a'talkin' by my true lover's side
And I bid him
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it apart in my dream

Picture
you (yea) 
And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes 
When I found out the scoop on you (yea) 
It was still too hard for me to realize 
That I needed
out of de afflicted time
an' time again.

Porgy: Time an' time again.

Peter: Oh, my Jesus!

Serena: Oh, doctor Jesus, what make you ain' lay yo'
seem to think my love's a joke (it ain't a joke boo)
I get no love from you (yea)
Like all these times I did before
I think I'll pass on you (yea)
out of my head
There's no syncopation with any relation
Could it be that there's trouble ahead?

Four wheel drive, four wheel ride
Side by side,