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Well you can tell the world about this
You can tell the nation about that Tell'em what the master has done Tell'em that the gospel has come Tell'em that the victory's been won He brought joy,joy,joy,joy,joy,joy, Into my heart Well my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the flames that burn in hell Yes he did, yes he did Now my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the children of Israel Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart Well my Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy joy, joy into my heart Well I don't know but I've been told Yes he did, yes he did Streets of heaven are paved with gold Yes he did, yes he did Now the Jordan River is chilly and wide Yes he did, yes he did I got a home on the other side Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart - |
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Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war I dreamed I saw a mighty room The room was filled with men And the paper they were signing said They'd never fight again And when the papers all were signed And a million copies made They all joined hands and lowered their heads And grateful prayers were prayed And the people in the streets below Were dancing 'round and 'round And guns and sorts a nd uniforms Were scattered on the ground Last night I had the strangest dream I'd ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war |
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Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street A poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleecker Street I head a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Caanan On Bleecker Street Bleecker Street |
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Who will love a little sparrow
Who's traveled far and cries for rest Not I said the Oak Tree I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast Who will love a little sparrow And who will speak a kindly word Not I said the Swan The entire idea is utterly absurd I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard Who will take pity in his heart And who will feed a starving sparrow Not I said the Golden Wheat I would if I could but I cannot I know I need all my grain to prosper and grow Who will love a little sparrow Will no one write her eulogy I will said the Earth For all I've created returns unto me From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be |
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Benedictus qui est venit
In nomine Domine In nomine In nomine In nomine Domine In nomine Domine In nomine In nomine In nomine Domine |
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Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence 'Fools' said I 'You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said 'The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whisper'd in the sounds of silence |
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He was my brother
Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place He was singin' on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong He was my brother Tears can't bring him back to me He was my brother And he died so his brothers could be free He died so his brothers could be free |
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As we marched down to Faneri-o
As we marched down to Faneri-o Our captain fell n love with a lady like a dove And they called her name, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, combin' back your yellow hair You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o In a carriage you will ride, with your true love by your side As far as any maiden in the ar-e-o What will your mother say, pretry Peggy-o? What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother say, when she finds you've gone away To places far and strange to Faneri-o? If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o If ever I return, all your cities I will burn Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o |
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Hallelujah!
Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born While shepherds kept their watch O'er silent flocks by night Behold throughout the heavens There shown a holy light Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born |
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The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the west Little kids go home to take their rest And the couples in the park Are holdin' hands and waitin' for the dark And the sun is in the west Now the sun is sinking low Children playin' know it's time to go High above a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to Earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash And the sun has come to Earth Now the sun has disappeared All is darkness, anger, pain, and fear Twisted, sightless wrecks of men Go groping on the knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared |
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Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start Swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesise with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'. |
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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
as she lies here beside me asleep with the night and her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight she is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy and I watch as her breasts, gently rise, gently fall for I know with the first line of dawn I'll be leaving and tonight will be all I have left to recall oh what have I done, why have I done it? I've committed a crime, I've broken the law for 25 dollars and pieces of silver I held up and robbed a hard liquor store my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion a scene badly written in which I must play yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me the morning is just a few hours away |
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