Search results for 'Mother Of the Bride'

to find material to sing
I am no mother, I am no bride
I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo

to find material to sing
I am no mother, I am no bride
I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo

Mother of the Bride

Billy Bragg

Don't Try This at Home

1991

the prettiest girl in school"
How can I deal with this hurt I feel inside?
I tell it to the mother of the bride
I put on my suit and smile for the big day
But

UNDER UKRcINIcN SKIES

Ukrainian women, Ukrainian wives
Ukrainian lovers, Ukrainian lives
Ukrainian mothers, Ukrainian brides
Ukrainian sisters under

You've got to meet the mother
Before you kiss the bride
Before you take the longest ride
Before the rice and flowers fly
You've got to meet

I am the child, I am the mother
I am your bride, and your lover
I am everything, great and small
I am the one, I am it all
I am the child, I am

A New Heart

Malcolm Middleton

Into The Woods

2005

I've been asked to write a song without a swear word or a slight
At myself or another, for my mother for my bride
A song that'll shine on my kids

lore 
And keep your mystery sacred 
As our fathers did before 

Protector and Guardian 
Mother and Bride 
In Sara's tents 
I still hide 

As long as my

won't be the last...no
Present in the past hope

Mothers, sister, summer brides
Generations turning tides
Enough to change the flow
It's past time we had

of more

But tonight, don't cry 
For Samantha, mother and bride
As she holds a black and white photograph 
That fades away
She still works the farm
And she

from the
Arms of teen mothers
And child brides cry globally
Under the covers
Who don't have a voice on the magazine covers
They tell us, "Take cover"
But

with her steps
She knows just what she's after
Don't play this game you could end up dead
Too late to call for Mother
Red Dress Bride she wants to waltz

me the first bride
Mother, father, you should know I want you all my life
Mother, father, thanks for making me the first bride
Mother, father, you

Across the abyss waits the whore, mother of abominations
 
Bride of chaos rides the beast, 

Hath spilled the blood into the golden cup

come outside the doctors push you back inside
Your father wished he came outside
You a bastard you came before your mother was a bride
Two sides of your

East Virginia Blues

Pete Seeger

The World of Pete Seeger

1974

and curly
And her cheeks were rosy red
On her breast she wore a lilly
Where I longed to lay my head

Molly dear, go ask your mother
If you my bride

what's right

I am still the one who fight
The one who loved his women until
She's a mother or a bride

I have learnt a really inappropriated way to fly

dollars
I'd probably take that Rolex but its too fake to count the hours
And on ya wedding day, I'm gon show up with some flowers
Fuck your mother, hit

Happy to be alive mother earths my bride
Yeah. I learn to fly
Gotsta have it to release the prize increase ya size
thats the secret how we survive

At my sister's wedding
I had to rent my kilt
But at least the mother of the bride
Wasn't a fucking GILF
I'm so fucking normal
I'm so fucking normal
I'm so

way down to fall from where you are

The solemn air was broken
By the mother of the bride
It wasn't tears of sadness
It was tears of joy she cried

you… you went that extra mile!

You gave birth to our children,
not a lot that I could do!
You became the adorable mother
and a bride and me a groom.

The mother of the bride
Slew by precious time
I don't like when you lie to me
I tried telling you but you weren't listening
We go 'round and 'round
I say I'm

verified
Naw, you ain't no real nigga, you just verified
I want that bag, nigga, mother fuck a bride
I'm Florida Water with the drip, bitch, it's purified