Lyrics:
with kinks
When it all goes down, have no idea what it really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
And the wise hold they tongue when
regrets, they don't work
No regrets now, they only hurt (we've been told you stay up late)
I know they're still talking (you're far too short to carry
sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days
"Oh I know that you are an artist" she said
"For you make your songs out of clay
You carry the dust on your hands and your face
You never quite
Mary Magdalene
by Patty Larkin
My name is Mary
Mary Magdalene
I let the devil carry me
To the dark side of a sin
I heard his laughter
carries their own,
Waits for the day they bring her home.
This child, baby in arms,
He hears her say something's gone wrong.
All our wishes can't be
Sweetness and light, you were right
Summers are getting harder
Days echo by, blood red sky
Chop wood and carry water
We only do what we can
All by myself
But I ain't going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
I can't carry you, baby
Gonna carry somebody else
Fool yourself, it's not a trend
You're a lover, you're not a friend
You bring new life to aching bones
Give me strength to carry on
Send the whole
of children calmly tortured
By their papa and their mama
And the blood of men whose
Heads bleed in padded cells
And the roofers blood when the roofer
Slips
about me leaving
Throw it out of your mind
Just as long as you want me
I'll be right by your side
Oh, it don't take much just your touch
Yeah to keep me
a wish, close your eyes, and believe
I'll be home, home, home, home, home by Christmas Eve
And I know it's all on you, keep it together like you're glue
In a world lit only by fire
A long train of flares
Under piercing stars
I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
The caravan thunders onward
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
I was standing by the window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
To carry my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken
Still here with who I started with
The game needed life, I put my heart in it
I blew myself up, I'm on some martyr shit
Carry the weight for my city
promises broken
Call my lovers by their names
Lost hearts and words
That are spoken to the wind
Which blows before the rain
For all I carry
Are murdered
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
introduced me to a wider reality
As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that he was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart
But he's nobody's
A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
Fall on my knees to no nigga
Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
Never had a pops, a nigga learned
Niggas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so fucking with me just ain't the answer
I just can't lose when I was young
years you owe, get knocked, 9 years you gonna go
No probation or parole more time doin' nothin'
Day room to the yard writin' rhymes an frontin'
Carry
In a world lit only by fire
A long train of flares
Under piercing stars
I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
The caravan thunders onward
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