Search results for 'funeral by band of horses' Page #15

eyes closed

Tryna beat the system for it snatch another soul

I ain't have to cut my circle short, that bitch been small

I'm known by many but I don't

some diamonds and pearls
My shell was on soft now it's hard like a turtle
I been sick of tears, now its fuck a funeral
TG flow so sleazy 99 overall
Still

(Hell Yea)
(You ain't finna' start it up?)
(Ay we finna' start it up anyways)
Bands out, bands in the truck is a overload
One by one like a episode

From a birthday to a funeral in a couple of days
And I was just locked down doing years and it
Felt like a couple of days
Cause time flew by while

rubber bands
Bitch I got that Flint water, yeah that's a couple's zans
And you can tell by where I stay, that you can tell that I get paid
with 50 bands up

living in a fucking funeral parlour
All I saw is something bright as a star in the
Dying ember you left inside the chamber
Of the Midwest redneck church

West Texas Waltz

Joe Ely

No Bad Talk or Loud Talk 1977-'81

1995

your blues
Now, just by dancin' away your blues

So bind up your bunions with band-aids and gauze
And come dance like the dickens to the West Texas

stories high,
the serpent lays below the light.
Don't look down.

I had a Mom, a Dad, a sister in the back of the car.
Frightened by every living creature

trying to build a case up
They be like he go by Battz or Billy or Badnewz, for them niggas who be acting silly, thinking they on my level
But I'm hotter, I

Watermelon Crawl [Newly Recorded Version; Previously Unreleased Track]

Tracy Byrd

Greatest Hits

2005

Festival ahead
Well, I wasn't in a hurry so I slowed down
Took a two lane road to a one horse town
There was a party going on when I got there
I heard

I come through your block? 
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top 
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High) 
Yeah, can y'all see that

You know it's no holds bars
When homes layin' these bars
No horse playin' with broads
Homes made him a star
The stars made him a target
'Cause he's

wanting to speak hold up
Y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on us
Chain all lit all up
Porsche with the horse like get on up
And my bitch got that shit on her

Little Liza Jane

Nina Simone

Jazz Legends [Max Jazz]

2005

Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean

Hambone Hammer where you've been
Down by

wagons
So no remorse, I'm about the fetti
Had a few horses come by the telly
Eating each other, they get some credit
Got commas on commas, I'm really ready

paddy wagons
So no remorse, I'm about the fetti
Had a few horses come by the telly
Eating each other, they get some credit
Got commas on commas, I'm

bitch not wanting to speak
Hold up, y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on us
Chain all lit all up
Porsche with the horse like get on up
And my bitch got that

Lisdoonvarna

Christy Moore

Christy Moore [Atlantic]

1988

taken for the Sunday World.
Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand,
And they drinkin' pints to bate the band.
Ain't it grand?

Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon,

down
You ain't the one to 
Bring me down, bring me down

Hunnin band, hunnin band, hunnin band
Raining on her ass call her piggy bank
I aint got time for

Kissed her goodbye and jumped on my horse

Was one lonesome rebel without a cause

You killed with a stare, you knew what was there

I didn’t have

across my draws
V-12 horses but ain't no Porsche's
Imma Lacrossing guard
Trap car directing traffic
Got my bands higher
Of course its
Cause I do the least

friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so

the funeral, him and his boys made a few calls 
Name getting lit sitting on the couch with Vlad
Played the part like he really bout that 
The label scouts wanna

child’s damned conception

We see rejection
In the crowd of smiles
Our typewriters host the wakes and our
Funerals are seen for miles

The living
Take us by