Search results for 'poet-singer'

crusade produced nothing
Poet, singer and slave - all this effort for nothing
All the love that's been made turned out children of nothing
Man, I'm scared

and factions cops lawyers and actors
Islamic or catholic imams or pastors
Married couples and bachelors real soldiers and maggots
Poets singers and rappers

I'm throwin' up a middle finger 
For every poet, emcee, or singer 
Who's been through the ringer 
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers

another name
Do kings and queens always end up so lame?
Do singers and poets always have to explain?

Just please just leave me so
You won't put me down

Producer, poet, singer song writer with the feeling 
I split the wicket cricket team
I'm beating it like Billy Jean
It's time for heroes, libertines

I Wish I Could Have Been There (Woodstock)

John Denver

Whose Garden Was This

1970

the poets and the singers
And the children of the flowers have all gone

saved me from myself

These words don't come naturally
I'm not a poet a singer or writer
I'll just finish by saying how much you mean to me

My darling

I'll be burning with some good people like me
Hell is full of poets, artists, singers, and the like
Hell is full of people who can keep you up all night

year on year
And it's all because of you
Now I'm not the best at football
No poet or singer too
But there is one thing that I'm the best at
And it's all

Storytelling...
And I found a place with people like me: With writers and poets
And singers and prophets
So you see
I do want to be accepted
I really do
I do want

a roughneck, redneck, cowboy poet and singer of songs
In the dance halls and choir lofts for all you saints and outlaws

Chorus
But time keeps chasing away all

My first guest tonight actually
Really is a star
And a big star in his own right
He's kind of a combination
For poet, jazz singer, and vagrant
So

Going for the Gold

Bright Eyes

Oh Holy Fools: The Music of Son, Ambulance and Bright Eyes

2001

lives once the hero has died.
They will drive to the office
Stopping somewhere for coffee,
Where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,

Going For the Gold

Bright Eyes

Oh Holy Fools - The Music

2001

lives once the hero has died.
They will drive to the office
Stopping somewhere for coffee,
Where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,

a performer 
Not a poet, not a singer, not a songwriter but 
Let's just drop the act for a fucking reminder 
Of all we did to keep up this façade 

And I'm done

Sometimes I wonder
What I'd be when I grew up
And then I remembered
It was anything that I'd dream of. 

I could be a poet or a singer,
I can be

bells

It's Jerry the conqueror
Singer, poet, and philosopher
Pretty Huge Disciple: I got my doctorate
Yea
God told me I was the ultimate
Devil hope I

Nike. Well, high-key, I'm the shit, nigga
And you know it
Straight-Edge Rapper is a poet and a singer
Yeah, I figured
Singing high notes, that's falsetto

down
The negativity and drama that will always come about
So nobody will ever try to say that we are stopping now
Came across a lot of talent
Singers

the jokes were all in vain
Turning to the fakery that built the nasty game
Took all the time they had no one was to blame oh yeah

The poets lie the singers

to write them wrong so no one listens too
I’ve been a poet, been a singer, changed my own belief
Been an answer to no ones questions, been a comic relief

with nonsense 

She don't like the poets and the singers but she f*ckin with me 
She ain't never trippin off the riches or the competition baby you know

on the children
The holy land built on mass graves you're filling
The poets and the singers got stories in their spirit
Owners in the business oppose it when

mistakes I hurt those who loved me I had to be ruthless I'm alone we try to seem tough

They don't feel me they only hear the words that I say A poet