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Lyrical Pursuit! |
A collection of hard to find and/or intellectual lyrics from various artists. |
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Kobayashi
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 @ 05:25am
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 @ 02:01pm
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Dead Man (Carry Me)
Dead Man (Carry Me) - Jars Of Clay
January 1, I've got a lot of this on my mind I'm looking at my body through a new spy satellite Try to lift a finger, but I don't think I can make the call So tell me if I move, 'cause I don't feel anything at all
So Carry Me, I'm just a dead man Lying on the carpet Can't find a heartbeat Make me breathe, I want to be a new man Tired of the old one Out with the old plan
I woke up from a dream about an empty funeral But is was better than the party full of people I don't really know They've got hearts to break and burn Dirty hands to feel the earth There's something in my veins, But I can't seem to make it work... won't work
So Carry Me, I'm just a dead man Lying on the carpet Can't find a heartbeat Make me breathe, I want to be a new man Tired of the old one Out with the old plan
Can you find a beat inside of me? Any pulse? Getting worse? Any pulse? Getting worse? Inside of me, can you find a beat?
Carry Me, I'm just a dead man Lying on the carpet Can't find a heartbeat Make me breathe, I want to be a new man Tired of the old one Out with the old plan
Carry Me, I'm just a dead man Lying on the carpet Can't find a heartbeat Make me breathe, I want to be a new man Tired of the old one Out with the old plan
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Kobayashi
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Kobayashi
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 @ 01:48pm
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 @ 05:31pm
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Kobayashi
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Kobayashi
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 @ 06:09pm
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Spit On A Stranger
Spit On A Stranger - Nickel Creek
However you feel, whatever it takes Whenever it's real, whatever awaits me Whatever you need, however slight Whenever it's real, whenever it's right.
I've been thinkin' long and hard about the things you said to me. Like a bitter stranger. Now I see the long and short, the middle, and what's in between. I could spit on a stranger. (Pull me out.) You're a bitter stranger. (Pull me out.)
Whatever you feel, whatever it takes Whenever it's real, whatever awaits me Whatever you need, however so slight
Honey, I'm a prising door, I catch you, we're the perfect match. Like two bitter strangers. Now I see the long and short, and I can make it last. I could spit on a stranger. (Pull me out.) You're a bitter stranger. (Pull me out.)
I could spit on a stranger. (Pull me out.) You're a bitter stranger. (Pull me out.)
I could spit on a stranger. (Pull me out.) You're a bitter stranger. (Pull me out.)
See the sunshine eyes. Try the things you never tried. I'll be the one that leaves you high, high, high.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 @ 02:38am
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Have Love
Have Love - Lost And Found
Lord, before there was peace or war You made the planets spin You let life begin Now that all may have enough We lift our hearts above And pray God, let the world have love Oh God, let the world have love
Still, until, you reveal to us your will And gathered at your throne Our eternal home Now that all may see your face Every tribe and race God, may the world have grace God, may the world have grace
So, we know, and our unity may grow, Stay the fist-clenched hand; Help us understand. Now may wars and fighting cease And harmony increase; God, may the world have peace, Oh God, may the world have peace
Lord, before there was peace or war You made the planets spin You let life begin Now that all may have enough We lift our hearts above And pray God, let the world have love Oh God, let the world have love
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Kobayashi
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Kobayashi
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 @ 08:50pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 @ 08:31pm
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Kobayashi
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Kobayashi
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 @ 05:20am
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Darcy The Dragon
Darcy The Dragon - Roger Whittaker
Christmas was coming, and Darcy the dragon Was thinking what he should do. Go through the forest and into the village To pick up a gift or two. For through the forest dear Darcy had friends Whom he loved very much. He thought it'd be fine, at Christmas-time, To give each a present or such.
But Darcy'd forgotten the very thing That makes a dragon unique. Unlike a horse, a dragon, of course, Breathes fire whenever he speaks. Off to town dear Darcy went, But woe is me, oh lament, Before a dragon penny was spent He'd started a tiny fire.
He said he was sorry our Darcy did. He helped put the fire out. The folks forgave him for he'd been kind And off he went looking about. Into the toy shop did Darcy go With thoughts of his forest friends! "I'll buy each a game," he said with a flame, And the second fire it was then.
This time, when the fire was out, The villagers charged along Pursuing Darcy with angry shouts: "Be off! Away! Be gone!" Poor Darcy spoke,"No harm I meant!" But from the village he was sent. And woe is me and oh lament, No presents for his friends!
Darcy was sad as he sat at the edge of the forest by and by. No gifts would he have to offer his friends, A tear rolled from his eye. A storm did gather and soon it hit with a mighty wind that blew! And Christmas snow did whirl and blow And he wondered what to do.
As Darcy let out with a dragon cry, He opened his mouth so wide That the wind and snow blew right down his throat And put out the fire inside! When Darcy realized the fire was out, First a whisper, then a SHOUT! And a laugh to know he could speak without Starting another fire!
Now it was late on a Christmas eve. He was up, and off with a roar! He raced to the village and he cried out, 'My fire! He am no more!' From shop to shop he then did go. In each he made his choice. Darcy was treated so kindly now, No need to fear his voice!
The villagers came to the edge of town, And Darcy waved good-bye. "Come back again, if ever you can!" They said, and he said that he'd try "Merry Christmas!" all did say as to the woods he made his way. Tomorrow will be Christmas Day And a merry Christmas to thee!
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