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Magical Moments: Quiet Music for Quiet Listening (Town & Country Orchestra & Chorus) · Pure Brazil: Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Quiet Now: Nights of Quiet Stars (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Quiet Now: Nights of Quiet Stars (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Sacramento Kings: Kings of the Court (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dick's Picks, Vol. 22: Kings Beach Bowl, Kings Beach Lake Tahoe, CA 2/23-2/24/68 (Grateful Dead) · A Quiet Storm (Marlene VerPlanck) · Quiet Now (Bill Evans) · Quiet Village/The Enchanted Sea (Martin Denny) · The Quiet Revolution (Ronny Jordan) – and 90 other albums »


Waiting, we were waiting
As the traffic moved through all our hearts and our heads
But things were different then
For the quiet men

Shifting, things
Waiting, we were waiting
As the traffic moved through all our hearts and our heads
But things were different then
For the quiet men
Shifting,
Quiet nights 'n quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar 
Floating on the silence that surrounds us 
Quiet thoughts 'n quiet dreams, quiet walks by
Quiet nights and quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by
Quiet nights 'n quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar 
Floating on the silence that surrounds us 
Quiet thoughts 'n quiet dreams, quiet walks by
Quiet nights 'n quiet stars,
Quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts 'n quiet dreams,
quiet walks by
All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw
A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war
Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth
See
the bombs will stop flying
And we gaze a quiet sky
And we stand in love and wonder
At the miracle gone by
And it ain't like it used to be
Cause it's
the cars that pass by

You've got opinions, man
We're all entitled to 'em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time,
And try not to waste anymore
and count the cars that pass by

You've got opinions, man
We're all entitled to 'em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, 
And try not
time is taken by the gentle wind
To make the space for love.

The night surrounds us
As we walk the quiet street
While time is taken by the gentle
lies here waiting all alone 
Can a king be a king 
Weighed down? 

Our hearts  a bubble maker's dream 
Moved on by winds of everything 
As we deny
the king and his concubines
And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise
Quiet streams of life gone by
Roll down the face of lovers
And in the early morning tears
We cry into each other

Sew the thread of indifference
It
hideaway truly
Hideaway hideaway truly

My country got
Raped by big industry
We'll just have to wing it
The concrete strips raw greed and king tv
They
other's faces
And I know the road is hard
But if we carry on together
We will get by

All is quiet tonight
The stars are in their places
The moon will give
Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream,

King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean (twice)

Lonely people burn like
hideaway truly
Hideaway hideaway truly

My country got
Raped by big industry
We'll just have to wing it
The concrete strips raw greed and king tv
They
Quiet nights and quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by
Sweet, soft summer nights
Dancing shadows in the starry light
You came for me to follow
And we kissed on distant shores
Long, quiet hours of play
Can you hear me, wake up
where's the voice of America

Somebody help me, we gotta stop a crime
I been betrayed by my own kind
I been quiet, too
I'd always be beside you to watch the day and night
And we'd listen to the sunrise and feel its growing light
And peace will come inside 
So quiet
De-pro-gram!

Riot!!!!!!!

Radio-fuck
Radio-fuck
Radio-fuck
Your soft rock diet
Radio-fuck
Radio-fuck
Radio
We will not be quiet
Quiet
We will not
From wherever spring arrives
To heal the ground
From wherever searching comes the look itself
A trace of what we're looking for
So be quiet now
From wherever spring arrives
To heal the ground
From wherever searching comes the look itself
A trace of what we're looking for
So be quiet now