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the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1:  Are you suggesting coconuts

Written By: Tracy Chapman

It's quiet in the House Of The Rising Sun
except for the rain rap tapping like a drum
on the roof and the windows and the pavement and shrubs.

House of the Rising Sun

Nina Simone

Nina Simone Sings the Blues

1967

There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, I'm one

If I'd listened

gates marked by wood surname signs
Line the sparsely housed wide set dead end streets
If you drive down to where the gravel gives way
To the orange dirt

Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by

of straw and
patient animals standing around.  The mother nods by the side
of the child.  Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks

Florida

Jaheim

Appreciation Day

2013

and wind,
Where the sun doesn't' burn my skin
I talk with your first cousin Georgia
Heard what happened from the news reporter
You're surrounded by clouds,

Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by

the worth of a tree
will there be a bright day
Songtext without captivity

still some want to be the leader in the house of the rising sun but
Lyrics don't

Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by

Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by

rising
(With all these issues left undead)
I'm staring at a new horizon 
(So many things I've left unsaid)
While overhead the sun is rising
(With all these

love
Buy a house at the beach, see the rising sun
I'd make you a movie if my budget was that strong
But I hope you'll appreciate a simple song
 
When you

rising, try to move on
But I still feel the same
All the people that I've called home
Go by different names
Empty house, chalk on the road
Where we used

breathe in this crowded train

Surrounded by strangers wherever I go
None of them I will ever know
Even my house is not my home
I have never felt so alone

to something but that shit do not sum
Get hit with that heat like they kissed by the sun
Actin' like kids so I guess they my sons
Silver surfer a nut
Third leg

The true state of all things:

I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
I remember my life as if it's just some
dreams that I don't trust,

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

to fade
When the sun arise in the dawn
I can't breathe when you are home
I can't see when you are gone
A rising tide, alarmingly wide
Losing sight, I'm

There is a house down by the streams
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy
And me, oh yeah, for one

They fill

no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton

from the page
Overnight
I'm lying down awake
Hearing the house guests stir
And the heat creak in the old bones
And the day angles the sun
To light up

Six White Horses

Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys

Tennessee Saturday Night: The Rural Route to Rock 'N' Roll

2000

Ah, six white houses going two by two
Ah, six white houses going two by two
That some other woman
Has took my love from you

Ah, the train I'm