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Ring Them Bells [Collectors Edition] (Joan Baez) · Ring Them Bells (Joan Baez) · Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) (De La Soul) · Sleigh Bells, Jingle Bells & Bluebelles (Patti LaBelle) · Ring Dem Bells (Johnny Varro) · Ring the Bells (James) · Ring Dem Bells (Lionel Hampton) · Ring the Bells (Sidewalk Prophets) · Ring Dem Bells (Peter Hammill) · Ring Dem Bells (Jon-Erik Kellso) – and 90 other albums »


the churchyard
And I thought they played their music just for me
And day by day
The rain turned to snow
I don't hear them anymore

The bells of Christmas
the bell rings
Mary's left all alone
With no one but the teacher
She quickly drops her pencil
And slowly bends to get it
Teacher is a natural man
His hand
Boys cry tough
Boys fight dirty
Life gets rough
When you're living on a fine line

Mary's waiting home tonight
She's dreaming of church bells
a song of freedom till love taught them to be
Peter, Paul and Mary answer in the wind
Ring the bell of glory, He’s here again, here again, here again
the arm spit, ha
Just that Brooklyn don shit
Along with the queen from Yonkers
Come on kiss the ring
Fore I let miss Mary sing
Supposed to you a soul
and find myself transfigured by his brightness

Ring upon my finger, little golden ring
Devoutly I press you to my lips and to my heart

The blissful
of a brand new day

The bells will ring
And the flames will fly
Two thousand years of fury in the big black sky
The wind will blow
And the rain will fall
the ring
Fore I let miss Mary sing
Supposed to you a soul in the everything, yeah
It's classic material
I see you bastards at the burial
Jay go first
with the queen from Yonkers
Come on kiss the ring
Fore I let miss Mary sing
Supposed to you a soul in the everything, yeah
It's classic material
I
Menin(?)
Who showed us the right and the true way of living

Woman could never cause sin, so listen as I sing
Mother woman of the earth, them ah joy bell
When everyone wore loafers
I needed more support
I'd always hide when we take a drive
To that awful store
I had a choice of black or blue
it is to know 
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight 
So ring them bells, ring them bells 
She's takin' it all the way 
Oh what fun it is to watch
you go
Every serpents double tongue takes a turn with your soul
If you let them ring your bell 
If you let them ring your bell
They're ringing
Dame

Listen, they're beautiful, no?
So many colors of sound, so many changing moods
Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves
- They
To the stink of life passing them by
Wake up and smell the stink of their lives

The garbage trucks are coming
To take your shit to the dump
You're smelling
with the rubbery legs

So Come on
Come on
Come on…

Six AM up at the Golden Donut
In the evening they still ring the bells
Stop by the Smockey
still rings
I keep my fingers crossed
Like them early Roman kings

I can strip you of life
Strip you of breath
Ship you down
To the house of death
One day
Terry!
Just hear those sleigh bells jingling,
Ring, ting-tingling too 
(Sleigh ride)
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you.
Amityville, northern lights, blood red moon lit nights, (it's magic, magic)
Rings of saturn, the black hole, mind over body controll, (it's magic, magic)
Ohohohohoh
(gregorian chants) 
The bell tolls 
The black plague has struck
Diseased eyes roll upwards
As if knowing which direction their souls
[Gregorian chants] 

The bell tolls 
The black plague has struck
Diseased eyes roll upwards
As if knowing which direction their souls will
Where no one sleeps while the undead cry

And in the world above
The elders sing,
On his land they live
Let death's bell ring

He was met
heart

Your days are numbered
Your fate is sealed
When the bell rings twelve o'clock
Waiting for the message
No governor's reprieve
These guys just
Black clouds in a red sky. No light but the war fires
No time, like the time of our lives.
It's the crime of our lives, Flashing by
Too much
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado

Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I