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I'd Rather Have Jesus

Londonderry Boys Choir

50 Most Beloved Hymns

1999

I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be His than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land
I'd rather be led by

Long ago, so they say, he came from below
A shadow fell so dark upon our land
A whisper through the trees, tells the secret we all know
every year

Living off the land - and off the grid
Another long-haired band - trying to find a way to live
Hidden from the lights - and tucked away
But if

sick with it
One of the wickedest
Individuals
I'm you
Without a pot
To piss in
I'm STILL a
CRIMINAL

Subliminal thoughts dark
Hangin' by a thread
From

Let me dare tell you the truth
Of the village
When the sun flirted with us
Night came in shadows
We were sent away by a wind that lost way here

You can roll another one up if you want
I'm probably gonna just smoke this while I record

Vape in my sock, tape on the Glock
Man I'm fresh off

surfing multiversing I'm not a person I'm an
Incursion of different versions encouraged by picture perfect
Omniverses I'm emerging alertness here's

what you've done
I know I want this for my son
Deep inside we're all just one
Formed and branded by the sun
Pigments never shot a gun
It's all emerging

Expanding out the constraints of me
Each time I arrive 3:43
Comforted by familiarity
Or is it just a structure to be free?
So then let us fall back

Invincible
Everything
One Day I saw a child crying I asked what's wrong
He told me that he got bit by a rattlesnake
So I gave it a lollipop
Now it's gone

what works
With no energy to exert I'm tip toeing through the remnants of shattered dreams
Barefooted the path of my ancestors wasn't paved with me in

You perceive by false assumption
So you think you know Slaytanic huh?
Listen up
This is a business
Not a home for irresponsible pus brains

Walking down the streets with you
Feeding the pigeons are we gonna eat to
Your holding my hand I'm holding yours
And we're sitting on a park bench

cell
Deep below ground
Immured in bleakness
Surrounded by death
Air thick with blood
In every breath

I am left to rot among the corpses of hopeful

Don't you see it's killing me
Your land of make-believe
Lump in my throat
Spit it out so that you can breath
Better start to watch your back
There's

river
It's keeping me from land
It keeps me from being saved
By your warm well-favored hands

So darling please
Wait for me while I free myself from this

thing I want

Secrets of liberty flows down by my street
Ignoring bushes and branches and crossing the streams

But on God
That's the only thing I want

bring me no closer to an angels face

I don't follow roads
I just make my own
On a journey through a land of a world unknown

When I'm stepping

In my lifetime, I’ve often been told:
« You’re like a cat that always lands on its paws ».
In the ashes of our love, I found the philosopher’s stone.

the significance of this land
Fields of cotton, not a single grain of sand
Driving through the fields at night
Forget the whole world it's just us here tonight
You

Take me to the land
Where I understand
Nothing

Grab me by my hand
Take me as I am

Make me understand
That I'm worth it
To you

Eyes so deep they

Let's get this thing started
Land we have departed
Bottle of rum and a card deck
Great wipe out the starboard
Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Stand by

oasis and the girl by his side

Just to forget what he can't have and the engine screamed

She'll go back to that cold land and he'll stay warm with

each other, and serve each other's needs
Categorized by who we are, not who we know, and who is a star
It's not hard to understand this growing sickness