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More Oar: A Tribute to Alexander "Skip" Spence (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fire With Fire (Scissor Sisters) · I Wouldn't Piss On It If It Was On Fire [Fire/2 Disc] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · On Fire [On Fire & Peel Sessions] (Galaxie 500) · Fire Fire (EZO) · Fire With Fire (Scissor Sisters) · Fire Fire Burn Dem (Isaac Maya) · Fire to Fire (Tanya Tucker) · The Essential Earth, Wind & Fire [Columbia/Legacy] (Earth, Wind & Fire) · Pure Fire: A Gilles Peterson Impulse! Collection (Gilles Peterson) – and 90 other albums »


"...from the darkness, risen our of blackness,
A flame once, burning like red blood
Was seen by those who waited for the battle,
To lead them
the harbour,
Silently ignite.
The oar dips in to oil like water and we,
Are away.

Your hand won't write, not tonight,
But your mind may wander.
Into
swallowed by the waves
Rocks and mountains break
Dead men on the path to Hell
And Yggdrasil quakes

From the east comes a ship
Loki holds the oar
delivered

Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered

Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge their vessel
Be strong
Be patient

Making
shally
Slow down this ain't a race car rally
Bit by bit
Inch by inch
Cool your heels
We're hangin' fire
That's the way
That's the way
That's our
Pulling the weight up against the wind
Is the plight of the galley slave
Chained to this cold bench, six to the oar
Sentenced to an early grave
is just one oar leaning against the wall
What of our plans for paddles in the Fall?
With the reeds grown high in a winding maze
We were to follow
Standing by a riverside 
A river so deep and so wide 
Current's too strong for only one man 
I know because I tried 

I got eight oars - 
four
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
Ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me
dust, the morning tribe
Crushed by a million suns
Here the heart of you lies

Over land and sea
I'll come fighting for you
Over land and sea
A dawn
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
can make 
On a lake in the park 

It's an ocean of devotion 
A floating dream for two . . . 

Oh, I keep hopin' that 
The oars will stray 
So we could
oars and flowing purple sails
I long for Alexandria
The land of fairytales

I walk to the bedroom and turn off all the lights
I'm hiding from sorrow
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Abducted by a bandit or
A king from some forgotten war

And mindful of his larval
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide 
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied 
While little hands make vain
hundred days and night have I
Been away from you my hearts most dear
Returning home : great wealth to share

Work those oars : the wind is still
No
at the oars
   G#7              C#m
Or staring from the rail
        E -A         B7
And the sea bids farewell
             G#m
She waves in swells
at the oars
   G#7              C#m
Or staring from the rail
        E -A         B7
And the sea bids farewell
             G#m
She waves in swells
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
on your way 
Flyin' by goes a stork 
You decide to bring your oars in now 
But accidentally knock out the cork 

Row your boat to shore 
'Cause it is
bay
And my crew are the bravest ever handled an oar
And not by the tempest, they laugh at its roar

No ballroom can tempt me nor raise my despair
For
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by