Lyrics:
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
all need to plug into our Maker
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing)
I moved out
Grew up too fast for my family to find out
Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives
Can't resort to arrogance with white lies
girl
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl
My body is a monster driven insane
my heart is a fish toasted by flames I kiss the hem of her skirt
We spend our
Wild times into the dawn
These wild times will not be gone
As the music plays
Through these golden days
Wild times
Let us heave a sigh
For
good care of that
Oh shit
He ain't playin games yeah he want it bad
My god shawty into music
And she know she bad
She said let's go to ya car
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!"
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music
(I still remember you)
I remember
When Liszt first began to communicate music to me
He use to do so by guiding my hands over the piano forte
into the night
I'm in flight
She's a boy's scoundral gal
But I'm gonna hold my cool
Cause the music rules
Yeah, so move on baby, yeah
Halfway
trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
Tender sighs like a whisper
Caressing my day dreams
You're here by my side
I feel life smile above me
Whenever your sweet eyes
Can look into
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Looked into your eyes this morning
You were far away
You must have known I was looking for you
You knew you couldn't
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
a glimpse into my soul for tonight
Do you got the heat off girl? (Yes I do)
Can you turn up the temperature? (You bet I could)
Colombian with a swagger
Relentless the river is flowing
Eroding, cutting deep scars in the land
It's just one among millions
One stroke of a painting made by an artist with
can help you at least
We'll make you into a big star
By playing your guitar
But the joke was on me
They left me flat to see
Going back west
do the talking
I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings
And you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing
Getting into the swing,
Drill music, pop that pill music
Kill music
Desecrating the temples and the ghetto
Funeral processions increase their frequency
Because we can't
and furs
While she do it in the sack, jazz music in the back
Flat blew a nigga back, act two, I'm into that
Damn right, she the star of my team
When we
Highway run
Into the midnight sun
Wheels go 'round and 'round
You're on my mind
Restless hearts
Sleep alone tonight
Sendin' all my love
Along
forward and get your
Come forward and get your
Come forward and get your
Come forward and get your
Come forward and get your
(Spiral Music)
Don't
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
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