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There were flags flyin' high
Bright polished brass that dazzled the eye
The hot crowded street is covered by feet
Kicking dust on the sky
She's standing there, the sun in her hair
She's wavin' to me
We're heroes today, I heard someone say
Tonight home's where we'd be

The word comes down, the column winds its way from town
Goodbye sweet Anna Lee my love

Baby, baby now something ain't right
Clouds of thunder roll into sight
Overhead there's a mighty light, baby
Baby now something ain't right

The smoke hangs heavy on the ground, hiding the sun
The burning sky is on the run

Baby, baby now something ain't right
There's a pain burning deep inside
And my legs just can't hold their stride
Baby, baby now something ain't right

There were flags flyin' high, bright polished brass that
Dazzled the eye
She's standin' there, the sun in her hair, she's wavin' to me
Oh, she's wavin' to me, oh, she's wavin' to me

Beneath the swirling steam and whir of gears
A Victorian dream shines through the years
Where corsets clockwork and courage collide
In brass and lace our hearts reside
In a world of ticking cogs and hidden schemes
Airships soar across the sky
Leather corsets glimmer in lamp-lit dreams
Brass and lace gears and grace
We rise above the gloom with style
In buckles and boots with top hats held high
Brass and lace come take your place
Where invention meets adventure—our souls embrace
Gentlemen with pocket watches in hand
Waistcoats gleaming under chandelier light
Goggles perched high they survey the land
Inventors by day dreamers by night
Through gears of industry our hearts still beat
In corsets of leather and lace so fine
We find our power beyond space and time
Hear the hiss of steam the hum of gears
This world is ours
Women in lace dare to take a stand
Men tip their hats forging new plans
Together we soar rewriting old tales
This world is ours
Brass and lace gears and grace
We rise above the gloom with style
In buckles and boots with top hats held high
Brass and lace come take your place
Where invention meets adventure—our souls embrace
Let the engines lull you to dream
Where brass and lace forever gleam
In this Victorian alternate place
We stand united—steeped in steam and grace

She pulled up, I was pissin' in the front yard
Wife beater on, yeah it's that time of year
Farmers Tan, Cigarette in hand
Hangover shades over my head
I've been on my worst behavior
Since she left and she says we need to talk
But before she could get a single word
She heard this and shut her mouth
My truck still needs a new set of rubber
New taillight, transmission and oil change
The back seat still stays covered
With empty beer cans
High brass and magazines
I still wear faded jeans
Hand-me-down boots that my dad
Gave to me
He didn't need no girl tellin' him
What to do to get through his life
And neither do I
If i'da known you were gonna come home
I'da had my tux on, hair combed
Sprayed Calvin Klein
Rolled out the welcome mat
Fired up the grill and layed down the
Whole backstrap
But I was just sittin' here
Drinkin' this beer, waiting on the sun to shine
Then you pulled in with a bad attitude
In the mood to ask me why that
Truck still needs a new set of rubber
New taillight, transmission and oil change
The back seat still stays covered
With empty beer cans
High Brass and magazines
I still wear faded jeans
Hand-me-down boots that my dad
Gave to me
He didn't need no girl tellin' him
What to do to get through his life
And neither do I
I'm still up to the same old fishy shit
Cuz I'm just a bassturd and she's sick of it
Before you hit my line, blow up my phone
There's something you should know
My truck still needs a new set of rubber
New taillight, transmission and oil change
The back seat still stays covered
With empty Natty Lights
High brass and magazines
I still wear faded jeans
Hand-me-down boots that my dad
Gave to me
He didn't need no girl tellin' him
What to do to get through his life
And neither do I
Yeah, Neither do I

Black jack, big red
Jet black, white lead
Five spot, quick bread
Jackpot, bloodshed

On the killing floor
Right through that door
Lies the killing floor
Tonight

Slow down, speed up
Come down, full stop
Heart beat, low pass
White heat, high brass

Roll the dice
Name your price
Me, my love
I'm yours, yeah

On the killing floor
Right through that door
Lies the killing floor
Take me, I'm yours
On the killing floor
From when your born
Lies the killing floor
This life

Move your body to the rhythm
Don't be shy
Groovy bass line makes you elevate so high
Vibrant brass section gonna blow your mind
Funky guitar riffs
We gonna leave it all behind

Here comes the break
Instrumental's taking charge
Feel the energy
Get ready to enlarge
The dance floor's on fire
No time to rest
We're here to party
Let's give it our best

Get down
Get funky
Let the rhythm flow
Groove all night
Till the break of dawn
Can't stop moving
Just let it show
Funky groove party
That's how we roll (oo-yeah!)

We smoking LOUD

I be so high (Lit)
B**** I'm always smoking every day (Daily)
I be so high (Lit)
Inhaling brass knuckles or the hay (Gas)
I be so high
Don't give a mutha f***  you think blazing on the daily dumb this shit I'm
Smoking on is dumb that why
I be so high (Lit)
B**** I'm always smoking every day (Daily)
I be so high (Lit)
Inhaling brass knuckles or the hay (Gas)
I be so high
Don't give a mutha f***  you think blazing on the daily dumb this shit I'm
Smoking on is dumb that why

Split up the fusion wind rollin up (Split it up)
Dump out the guts then fill it up (Dump it out)
See me anywhere be lit as f*** (Lit)
How you feel bout don't give a f*** (No f****s)
Legal or not every day I'm a blaze (Gas)
Soon as I wake up set one ablaze (Fire)
Tossed a bricc on the bed my girl was amazed (Oh MA MA)
On the low need I got it for days (Shhhh)
No niccel n dim'in (Uh uh)  Derricc Farrell (Here's your pot)
Plug got briccs (Shhhh) Boston George for real (Just sell it Derricc)
North Cali strains bitch (Cones bish) inhaling that Bay s*** (Uggggh)
Smoke C so thicc nuke A Bomb s***
Dudes be wil'in that's not the move stay at the pad (Stay at the crib)
F*** all the hating amd plexing and drama I'm focused on bags (Chasing the cash)
I get too high to be mad get agg just dump out the bag (Light it up light it up)
Strains that I'm on be frosty smell that stank thru the bag (Uggggh)

Ya boy stupid lit right now (True) inhaling that kush right now (No cap)
Eyes so low they look closed (Damn) but I still see somehow (I said)
Ya boy stupid lit right now (True) inhaling kush right now (No cap)
Eyes so low they look closed but I still see somehow (Aye)

I be so high (Lit)
B**** I'm always smoking every day (Daily)
I be so high (Lit)
Inhaling brass knuckles or the hay (Gas)
I be so high
Don't give a mutha f***  you think blazing on the daily dumb this shit I'm
Smoking on is dumb that why
I be so high (Lit)
B**** I'm always smoking every day (Daily)
I be so high (Lit)
Inhaling brass knuckles or the hay (Gas)
I be so high
Don't give a mutha f***  you think blazing on the daily dumb this shit I'm
Smoking on is dumb that why

Blazing by myself so the dro don't have to pass that
Checc the navi final destination where the bags at (Cash)
If you looking for me you can find where the bags at (Loot)
Owe me pay me don't have me ask "Where my bag at?"

Oh please brass coffin 
Covered in white 
Keep me awake through this night 
Before sunrise 

Move to fast 
I fly 
Always chasin when you get this 

It remembers you 
It keeps you alive 
You'll never come down 
It'll help you forget 
Lead me to paradise 

Move to fast
I fly 
Always chasin when you get this 
High 

All I need is a little
I promise a lot 
Little bit of this little bit of wrath 
Line for line 
It burns 

Too late 
Too late to start today 
No longer have tomorrow 
Oh no 
The faster I move the less I try 
Always chasin when you get this
You get this high

Oh please brass coffin 
Covered in white 
Keep me awake though this night 
Before sunrise 

Move to fast 
I fly 
Always chasin when you get this

When hands are caught in my brother's pocket
I'll burn my Gods down

Within this house of do-it-your-selfishness
The blurred lines we're taught to walk don't suit me
Words out of both sides of broken mouths
The only words that stand to rule me
High brass rings and low glass ceilings
Shatter through the expectation
This kingdom thrives on disappointment
Watch your words and stay complacent
The words are cut into their foreheads
There's nothing you can do to take it
The ink is stained upon your body
The fear, it sinks inside your soul
We walk a path of re-creation
A feeling you will never know
Reparations for the taking
Four VS All

Kings of body, mind, and spirit
Took the crown and now we break it
The freaks will finally have their say
There's nothing you can do to take it
There's nothing you can do to take it
(There's nothing you can do to take it)

Code Orange is forever
Code Orange forever

ain't nobody here that could've face me off 
just a matter of time before you ate my dough
and You get that I'm the one who's irreplaceable

so don't waste no more
time come around and amaze me tho
i'm in the prime in a day or so 
so don't lie to me damn, you're available

PRE
Love me now love me then 
take me as I am amour

Love me now love me then 
I can't seem to get above

Love me now love me then 
Kiss me now until the dawn 

Let's do it like they do in france
Love Me, Amour

CHORUS
You better take me as I am 
Love me, Amour

We have a drink and then we dance 
Love Me, Amour

Let's do it like they do in France 
Love Me, Amour

Love Me, Amour
Love Me, Amour

VERSE
I wish I could wind time back
look at you fine like that 
what you do, buy high brass?
you shine like diamond, why am I glad? 

you the one who ran off, right?
to be with another dude, damn you twice 
we could've been a man and wife 
but you passed out in bed with a fan of mine 

I think he loves me, 
maybe imma bash his head 
with all the cash I made,
from this track thanks babe

wait, oh I was the one in the city night being an ass hole?

School Days

Gentle Giant

Prologue

2004

The days of children gone
Seagull's scream and pink ice cream and the deep blue sky
And the waves seem high and golden sand and the town
Brass band play on
Wait for me
Wait for us always
Wait for me
Wait for us to come
Homework's dull.

Schooldays

Gentle Giant

Three Piece Suite [Blu-Ray Audio/CD]

2017

Seagull's scream and pink ice cream and the deep blue sky
And the waves seem high and golden sand and the town
brass band play on.
Wait for me
Wait for us always
Wait for me
Wait for us to come
Homework's dull.

Candy Man

Donovan

Colors

Now I love everything in this Godalmighty world
God knows I do.
Peppermint stick got a little brass band
I got a peppermint stick I got a little brass band
I got a peppermint stick I got a little brass band
And I'm goin' down to the gate to score the Candy man stand.

Sam (Is Dead)

Odd Future

The OF Tape, Vol. 2

2012

They want a story, a story
I write the shit that I find very amusing
'Cause all the other fuckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these fuckers, so you will find me on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing
But it will come from experience and shit I see touring
I'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really high
And I'm really horny, from watching this porn

Nope (Bring in the horns) You hear that fucking brass?

Before the parade passes by
I'm gonna go and taste Saturday's high life
Before the parade passes by
I'm going to get some life back into my life

I'm ready to move out in front
I've had enough of just passing by life
With the rest of them
With the best of them
I can hold my head up high

For I've got to go again
I've got to drive again
I've got to feel my heart coming alive again
Before the parade passes by

Look at the crowd up ahead
Listen and hear that brass harmony growing
Look at the crowd up ahead
Pardon me if my old spirit is showing
All of those lights over there
Seems to be telling me where I'm going

When the whistles blow
And the cymbals crash
And the sparklers light the sky
I'm going to raise the roof
I'm going to carry on
Give me an old trombone
Give me an old baton
Before the parade passes by

Before the parade passes by
Listen and hear that brass harmony growing
When the parade passes by
Pardon me if my old spirit is showing
All of those lights over there
Seems to be telling me where I'm going

When the whistles blow
And the cymbals crash
And the sparklers light the sky
I'm going to raise the roof
I'm going to carry on
Give me an old trombone
Give me an old baton
Before the parade passes by

I'm going to raise the roof
I'm going to carry on
Give me an old trombone
Give me an old baton
Before the parade passes by

This Means War

AC/DC

Blow Up Your Video

1988

This - means - war

Who's going there, is it a friend or foe?
Propaganda time on the radio
Top brass shout as they clown around
Peace talks die in Geneva town

Do you know what it means?
This - means - war

This means war, this means war
I said this means war, this means war
This means war

But there's only one authority,
And that's the authority on high.

I got a God-fearing woman,
One I can easily afford.
I got a God-fearing woman,
One I can easily afford.

Rosalita my little rose of the rancho you won my heart down by the Rio
Dry your eyes dear and don't be blue Juanita
I'll come back to you my little Rosalita
Each night I tell the moon on high and all its glory
How you and I and days gone by and love's real story
Rosalita another day now is dawning for you I'm longing my Rosalita
[ brass ]
Each night I tell the moon...

Beggin'

Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons

The Definitive Pop Collection

2006

Mmh
Put your lovin' hand out, baby
I'm beggin'

(Beggin') beggin' (ooh)
Put your lovin' hand out, baby
(Beggin') beggin' you
Put your lovin' hand out, baby

Ridin' high when I was king
Played it hard and fast 'cause I had everything
Walked away, wonderin' then
But easy come and easy go and it would end

(Beggin') I'm beggin' you
Won't you give your hand out, baby?

The Last DJ

Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

The Last DJ [LP]

2002

Well you can't turn him into a company man
You can't turn him into a whore
And the boys upstairs just don't understand anymore

Well the top brass don't like him talking so much
And he won't play what they say to play
And he don't want to change what don't need to change

There goes the last D J
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say, hey, hey, hey

And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last D J

Well some folks say they're gonna hang him so high
'Cause you just can't do what he did
There're some things you just can't put in the minds of those kids

As we celebrate mediocrity
All the boys upstairs want to see
How much you'll pay for what you used to get for free?

They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop
Because being bad news is what we're all about
We went to White Castle and we got thrown out
I got my boy Mike D., I got the King Adrock
I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock
I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud
So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool Bud

Slow riding, gun hidin' on the go
I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow
I'm the king of the classroom, coolin' in the back
My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack
She chased me out of class she was strapped with a ruler
Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler
With bottle in hand at the microphone stand
Ah yo homeboy, what you drinkin' man

I got money, I got juice
I got to the party and I got loose
I got rhythms, I got rhymes
I got the girlies with the Def behinds
I got ill, I got busted
I got dust and I got dusted
I got gold, I got funky
I got the new dance, they call the Brass Monkey

Because I'm hard hittin', always bitten, cool as hell
I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell
Sittin' around the house, gettin' high and watchin' tube
And eating Colonel's chicken, drinkin' Heineken brew
And I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the king of the Ave.

Jacksons, Monk and Rowe

Elvis Costello

The Juliet Letters

1993

Sister four and brothers three
Hanging off the family tree
Practicing for getting old
Do you want your fortune told
They're looking for you high and low
Now there's nowhere for you to go
So you'll just have to come out and face the music
Jackson's, Monk and Rowe

Long ago when we were kids and we cut your hair to bits
As we carried off like spoils the heads we'd smash right off
Your dolls
But the wind is changing you know
Are you sure of your friends and your foe
Have you got what it takes to carry it off
Jackson's, Monk and Rowe

As the sun beats down and life begins to complicate
Will we both incinerate
If we touch that brass name-plate

Messrs. all, noble sirs
Highly paid solicitors
Find enclosed my signed divorce
Sad proceedings you endorse
The burden of pity will show
In the people we used to know
Have you got enough strength to carry it off
Jackson's, Monk and Rowe

Some like to stroll in Piccadilly
Or in Regent Street or Leicester Square
But I go with Dick and Jack and Billy 
To a place not far from there

Strolling down the Strand
With a banana in my hand
Hey ho, away we go
Boys and gals, jolly good pals
All in a row

We go hand in hand
And we don't need any big brass band
Spirits high, as we cry
"Hi, tee, iddly, I, tee, aye"
Strolling down the dear old Strand

Strolling together in any old weather
The bunch of us all in the Strand
With the most highly delectable and the respectable
Nice piece of fruit in our hand and the rollicking 
"Hey and the ho and the hey, nonny, no"
Along all the lot of us go
And by golly, we're jolly good pals and our fatherades
All of us sat in a row and another thing 
We can have all of the nice-iest, spiciest
Beautiful fruitful girls
We don't need the vivacity or the pizzazzity
Of a big brassity band
Swinging along as we merrily cry
"Hi, tee, iddly, I, tee, aye"
Strolling down the dear old Strand

Once more now

Strolling down the Strand
With a banana in my hand
Hey ho, away we go
Boys and gals, jolly good pals
All in a row

We go hand in hand
And we don't need any big brass band
Spirits high, as we cry
"Hi, tee, iddly, I, tee, aye"
Strolling down the dear old Strand

[Verse 1]
Cutting loose on the floor of life
Chains turn to rhythms in a jazzy strife
Feet tapping, hearts in the groove
Freedom calls, there’s nothing to lose

The city hums, the spotlight glows
A symphony where the spirit flows
Feel the beat as it carries you high
Like wings of brass, you’re ready to fly

[Chorus]
Unchained melody, where freedom takes the lead
Dancing through the rhythm, the soul is freed
Unchained melody, a vibrant, soaring creed
The world’s a stage, let your heart succeed

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
Shake off the weight, let the rhythm ignite
Each note a spark in the velvet night
Trumpets blaze with a golden hue
The music’s alive, it’s all up to you

Take the leap, let the melody flow
Swing to the tune, let your essence show
From smoky clubs to the open skies
Freedom lives in the music’s rise

[Chorus]
Unchained melody, where freedom takes the lead
Dancing through the rhythm, the soul is freed
Unchained melody, a vibrant, soaring creed
The world’s a stage, let your heart succeed

[Bridge – Brass Section and Saxophone Solo]

[Chorus – Reprise]
Unchained melody, where freedom takes the lead
Dancing through the rhythm, the soul is freed
Unchained melody, a vibrant, soaring creed
The world’s a stage, let your heart succeed

[Outro]
Let the rhythm take you far and wide
Unbound and bold, with nothing to hide
Unchained melody, forever it sings
A timeless anthem, where freedom swings

Well you're right that no one informed ya'e
I guess I should have warned ya', it's all a contest
And you said they all wanted to hide ya'
But when they got deep inside ya', it's a big mess

And you know me better now and you see I'm in the middle
And you don't know why or how but you sold me down your river
And I'm just plain old sandwiched in between
So save your water woman, I won't drink out of your stream

Well the shouts of a thousand disciples 
And the brass Winchester rifles
Brought the house down
And I know that I don't concern you
But life's got a way it can burn you
Ya' lose the high ground

And you know me better now and you see I'm in the middle
And you don't know why or how but you sold me down your river
And I'm just plain old sandwiched in between
So save your water woman, I won't drink out of your stream

You're a match that I have burned
You're a page that I have turned
And you know the rest

And I'd never steal your water
It was your whining boss-man's daughter
Your half-brother confessed

And you know me better now and you see I'm in the middle
And you don't know why or how but you sold me down your river
And I'm just plain old sandwiched in between
So save your water woman, I won't drink out of your stream

Yeah, save your water woman I won't drink out of your stream