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Everything Is Beautiful

Jim Nabors

Everything Is Beautiful

1970

in their own way
Under God's heaven, the world's gonna find a way

There is none so blind as he who will not see
We must not close our minds, we

It must've been raining
The world's all cleaned up
A breeze goes by
We are in the sky

Yea, the branches of noise are overgrowing
and the sky

making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

There comes a time when we hear a certain call
When the world must

I could care less about how people perceive me
I learnt that there ain't no shame in just being me
'Cause I'm special and marvelous man I gotta own

Way down below
Forgotten and ignored 
By our neon leaders
Our souls have run dry
Now left to die in the undercity
We dwell in the shadows, waiting,

Girls in cages swingin' from the fucking ceiling
From the surface i fell
Straight to the bowels  of hell
And you know what, baby, Oh, well
I got no soul

The murders must be avenged
I come in that boy's name and in the name of all
Who, in this land of ours, have no voice of their own
I come with a call for

Yeah I hate my own reality
So I try to find somewhere else to be
Drowning my sorrows, too deep
I cannot surface and I can't breathe
Woke up in the midst

S.O.S. (Mother Nature)

will.i.am

Songs About Girls

2007

by a quake that
Registers something like 8.8
You see it's situations happening with our planet
Cause, 50 years ago we took it for granted
We should

we hope to achieve
Overreached ourselves by light years
Dwarfed by an unfeeling cosmos
Destroyed by our own audacity

been killing my mind but I ain't perfect
They hear my talent and think I might be on the surface
But I'm battling these serpants
In the flesh, in

The track of dancing lights shown boldly and without reservation
It was programmed by the technician, who fought to keep his job
Amidst the pressures

the philosopher what he thinks about the disease
Because he is touched by it the most
And outward appearances are all that matter here
So, he is blamed for his own

the philosopher what he thinks about the disease
Because he is touched by it the most
And outward appearances are all that matter here
So he is blamed for his own

the taste just like fine wine
And the light glimmers off your face
Reflecting light like sun rays bouncing off the surface of lakes
If we were made by bake

But I've seen those seen as small and worthless
Buried as seeds with purpose
And by the time they break the earth's surface
They're bearing fruit too

Secret Splendor

Buck 65

Man Overboard

2001

in the promised land
So the precedent is modified

God itself decides the phenomenom fairly fantastic in nature
Happens very rarely by standards

God's heaven
The world's gonna find a way

There is none so blind
As he who will not see
We must not close our minds
We must let our thoughts be free
For

consciousness
Can you not feel the vibrations?
Can you not feel the cold blood pumping into your blackened heart?

There's a world beyond the surface of our

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la
La la la
La la la

Even if the sky is
Hanging by a thread
Hiding inside our own
Pixel world

them
Surface level revels
Dancing with the devil

I know you ain't see his horns
Don't act like
you ain't been warned
I know You're eyes worn down

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

on f****** and its hurting you inside
So surely love is blind but I'm enjoying all the rides
until the day it surfaces and then our worlds collide
She high

day I'm confronted by some hatred for some lovin' 
Meet me and you maybe might like me an' think nothin' of it 
But deep below the surface bubbles