Lyrics:
to whistle, clock or bell
Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street
Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky
Make me
to whistle, clock or bell
Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street
Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky
Make me
And take your wine onto my tongue
Pick me up and shake me shake me down
I need your heart to hear my song
Hold me now ~ see by me
Or let me go ~ open up
There is a place on the mountain near by
Deep in a cave but its up rather high
There in the darkness I safely concealed
All of the dreams that you
I can feel you in the raising tide
Can you feel me by the fire side
From the moonlight
Through the cherry trees
Open the roof and take in
Orion, won't you give me your star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line
I'm high on my hill and I feel fine
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
Fuck the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
Fuck doin' time
I live life High Speed
Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas
I'm tryna smoke
I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high-ah-ah
That's just how I get by-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Lift that bird to the motherfucking sky-ah-ah
Drawn to the dark
Covered by the blood when possible
Call to the corners
To any open crucible
Easy to reach
Bearing every mark unmissably
Wanna
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
less than a guest
Getting his girl to clean up his mess
Never showing weakness unless it's award's season
It's the season of the ward
And she's
you how
Here's an old tune that's good for a start
I can sing all the high parts if I really try
And you can play along on your guitar
And we'll sing
This is a song from the late 70's, written by Mr. Elton John
This is Idol
He was a light star
Tripping on a high wire
Bulldog stubborn
Born
O'Diamonds is a hard card
Jack O'Diamonds is a high card
Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card
But it ain't hard enough
Jack O'Diamonds can open for riches
hummingbirds
In treasure glows, your weeping wings
And a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike
When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child in
of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall
praise
You are good
In every season
You are worthy
Of our highest praise
Open the gates of heaven
We're gonna lift you high
Come fill the earth with heaven
I can't find the rhyme in all my reason
I've lost sense of time and all seasons
Feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no
up
Fade to black, open wide, movie screen live love and die
They took my heart of gold
So I keep my head high
Distilled in a cloud of loss
covers every mountain high) always
(Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea) always
(Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream)
Did you
Life slows down when you're high
Hours and minutes float by
Spread out let yourself fly
Open up your mind
Explore the mind when you're high
Delve
goes down, damn
You keep me high minded
You get me high
Flax seeds, well they tear me open
And supposedly you can crawl right through me
from time to time
Saddened by my presence don't
Open 'em 'til Christmas
Sometimes I cry, just like a
Baby try for me baby, try for me baby
Sometimes I
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