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People
Keep on learnin'
Soldiers
Keep on warrin'
World,
Keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long.
Powers
Keep on lyin',
While your people
Keep on dyin'
World,
Keep on turnin',
Cause it won't be too long.
Chorus:
I'm so darn glad He let me try it again,
'Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin.
I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then.
Gonna keep on tryin' till I reach the highest ground.
Teachers,
Keep on teachin'
Preachers,
Keep on preachin',
World, keep on turnin',
'Cause it won't be too long.
Oh, no
Lovers,
Keep on lovin'
While believers
Keep on believin'.
Sleepers,
Just stop sleepin'
'Cause it won't be too long.
Oh, no!
Chorus
(Spoken) An' Stevie knows that, uh, no-body's gonna bring me down.
Till I reach the highest ground.
(Spoken) 'cause me 'n' Stevie, see, we're gonna be a sailin' on the funky sound
Till I reach the highest ground.
(Spoken) Bustin' out, an I'll break you out, 'cause I'm sailin' on.
Till I reach the highest ground
(Spoken)Just, uh, sailin' on sailin' on the higher ground
Till I reach the highest ground
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All you slingers and fiends
hide behind your rocks
put down your guard
I'm not here to box
this is no showdown
so throw down your guns
you see it doesn't matter
where you come from
you could be from park ave
or from a park bench
you could be a politican
or a bitchy princess
but if you're lookin' for a fist
and you're lookin' to unite
put your knuckleheads together
make a fist and fight
not to your death
and not to your grave
I'm talking about t hat freedom
fight like a brave
fight like a brave
don't be a slave
no one can tell you
you've got to be afraid
If you're sick-a-sick'n'tired
of being sick and tired
if you're sick of all the bullshit
and you're sick of all the lies
it's better late than never
to set-a-set it straight
you know the lie is dead
so give your self a break
get it through your head
get if off your chest
get it out your arm
because it's time to start fresh
you want to stop dying
the life you could be livin'
I'm here to tell a story
but I'm also here to listen
no I'm not your preacher
and I'm not your physician
I'm just trying to reach you
I'm a rebel with a mission
fight like a brave
don't be a slave
no one can tell you
you've got to be afraid
fight like a brave
don't be a slave
no one can tell you
you've got to be afraid
I'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plan
a plan based on a band, a band based on a plan
there should be no.....in the land of lands
it's a hollywood jam
You say you're running and you're running
and you're running afraid
you say you ran across the planet
but you couldn't get away
the fire in your brain
was driving you insane
you were looking for a day
in a life that never came
so don't tell me that
I've got to take a number
cause I've been to that doctor
and believe me that's a bummer
here's a one of a kind
convention of the mind
and don't forget to mention
that it doesn't cost a dime
come as you like
and leave any time
and one more thing
you know it doesn't have to rhyme
fight like a brave
don't be a slave
no one can tell you
you've got to be afraid...
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One day while bathing in the sea
my talking dolphin spoke to me
he spoke to me in symphony
from freedom's peace beneath the sea
he looked to me eyes full of love
said yes we live behind the sun
Behind the sun
The sun goes up
and the sun gets down
but like the heart of the sun
my heart continues to pound
Now while I shower in the rain
I watch my dolphin swim away
the one who listens to the surf
can feel the pulse beat of the earth
and like my dolphin swims so free
the sun does swim into the sea
Behind the sun
An island flying through the sky
one day your son might ask you why
and if you son should be a girl
she too might ask you of this world
the sun shines sweet upon your beach
and yes my dolphin loves to teach
Behind the sun
The sun goes up
and the sun gets down
but like the heart of the sun
my heart continues to pound
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Me and my, me and my, me and my,
me and my, me and my friends
Like two sweet peas
in an even sweeter pod
that's my friend
and my friends' named Bob
like the devil knows hell
I know Bob well
well enough to tell you
'bout his 67 smells
well enough to tell you
he's a hell-a-swell fellow
well enough to tell you
that we know each other better
than we know our selves
like freaks of a feather
we rock together
I know Bob well
but I think he knows me better
Me and my, me and my, me and my,
me and my, me and my friends
He's as close to me
as a friend can be
I'll be standin' by my buddy
he'll be standin' by me
just another half of
the two headed freak
but I need him like
my heart needs to beat
at this point
in this friendly verse
I've got to sing a little something
that I haven't rehearsed
it's about my man
and his name is Hillel
for who my love
is woul brother sacred
take it hickleberry
slim boy take it
Me and my, me and my, me and my,
me and my, me and my friends
Jacky's eyes are closed
but he's right on course
because he's guided by
the invisible force
he drives a kooky green chrysler
bad as anybody's porsche
he's a working class drummer
he's as strong as a horse
Me and my, me and my, me and my,
me and my, me and my friends
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Someone spilled blood many years ago
someone spilled blood but do you know
that from the backwoods
where the Chuck Berrys grow
come your long tall
daddies of a rock and roll
Take me to your backwoods now
take me to your backwoods now
Spinning' down from the clouds
like a tornado
spinnin' out of control
like a psychedelic soul
with a rhythm hittin' harder
than Larry Holmes
come your long tall
daddies of rock and roll
Take me to your backwoods now
take me to your backwoods now
Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley
hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
play the lickity split finger licking licks
for all you wicked city slick chicks
and all you nitty gritty hick
we'll make your nipples ripple
make you wanna dip your dipple
make you wanna soak your hickory stick
because my man has a grip on it
and I do mean on it
which brings to mind
a very sinister minister kind of guy
a man named Little Richard
born to make them bitches stir
that's right he'll make the sweet substance drip
from the middle of your hillbilly lips
and like the farmer milk his cow
the Howling Wolf will howl
and since times does allow
you all can
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
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Hoo, Lord !
Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood hills
The farther west, the farther out
Yeah, that's the way I feel
Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals
Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
Huh, Hollywood hills
Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood hills
Just don't show me anything
'cos that's the way I feel
Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals
Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
Huh, Hollywood hills
Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
An' blood never lies
Pale face die
True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't kill coyotes
Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood hills
The farther west, the farther out
Yeah, that's the way I feel
Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals
Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
Huh, Hollywood hills
Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
An' blood never lies
Pale face die
True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't...
Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood hills
Just don't tell me anything
'cos that's the way I feel
Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals
Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
Huh, Hollywood hills
Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
An' blood never lies
Pale face die
True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't...
True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't...
True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't...
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Get up and jump, get up and jump, get up, get up, get up and jump
Jump on up
Jump on down
Just jump a jump a jump a jump a jump around
Jump the day away
Jump all over town
'cos jumpin' is O.K. in a jumpin' kinda way, hey hey!
Jump a boy
Jump a girl
Jump a rope
Jump for joy
Just don't stop jumpin'
Keep your heart muscle pumpin'
Hillel be jumpin' on that little baby frumpkin
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
When you're just standing or sitting still
Think about the frogs gettin' a thrill
Take a little lesson from the kangaroos
Don't you know they're jumpin' foos, jump you!
Jump a nun
Jump a Jack
Jump for fun
Jump back
How's about us jumpin' in the sack?
And now, it's time for a jump attack
Get up and jump (X8)
Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogie
To the tune of slima Billy
Lookin' like you're mighty silly
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
Mister Mexican jumpin' bean knows
His fun is skeaky clean
Christ, how'd ya think that he got so clean?
Not from sittin' on his goddamn spleen. Get up!
Oh, I be jumpin' I be jumpin' I be jumpin' alone
I be jumpin' for the phone
I be jumpin' Misses Jones
I really wanna jump on Kinski's bones
Get up and jump (X8)
Get up and jump (X8)
Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogie
To the tune of slima Billy
Lookin' like you're mighty silly
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
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Never too soon to be through
Being cool too much too soon
Too much for me too much for you
You're gonna loose in time
Every turn looking to burn
Some never learn live and learn
Stop your searching for a curse
Before you end up in a hearse
Don't be afraid to show your friends
That you hurt inside inside
Pain's part of life don't hide behind your false pride
It's a lie your lie
don't slip away and don't forget
I'll give you more than you can get
It's so lonely when you don't even know
Yourself come to me
If you see me getting mighty
If you see me getting high
Knock me down
I'm not bigger than life
I'm tired of being untouchable
I'm not above the love
I'm part of you and you're part of me
Why did you go away
Too late to tell you how I feel
I want you back but I get real
Can you hear my falling tears
Making rain where you lay
Finding what you're looking for
Can end up being such a bore
I pray for you most every day
My love's with you now fly away
If you see me getting mighty
If you see me getting high
Knock me down
I'm not bigger than life
It's so lonely when you don't even know yourself
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Sometimes I feel
Like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel
Like my only friend
Is the city I live in
The city of Angels
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I drive on her streets
'Cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills
'Cause she knows who I am
She sees my good detail
And she kisses me windy
I never worry
Now that is a lie
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way (yeah yeah)
It's hard to believe
That there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe
That I'm all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way (yeah yeah)
Ooh no (no no yeah yeah)
Love me I say yeah yeah
Under the bridge downtown
Is were I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away (yeah yeah)
Ooh no (no no yeah yeah)
Love me I say yeah yeah
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Verse 1
In a world that can be so insane
I don't think it's very strange
For me to be in love with you
I wanna know more than your brain
Into my life you were injected
Not something that I expected
Now I smile from your affection
We have made a soul connection
Just for whom does your bell toll
Don't be cold show me your soul
Chorus
Sentimental Gentlemen are not afraid to show you when
I am you, you're my best friend
Show me your soul
Verse 2
In a world that can be so insane
I don't think it's very strange
For me to be in love with you
I wanna know more than your brain
Yes, I find you so appealing
When you show me how you're feeling
You, my friend, should not be kneeling
Open up and start revealing
Trust in me my heart is sole
I need to see, show me your soul
Chorus
Verse 3
In a world that can be so insane
I don't think it's very strange
For me to be in love with you
I wanna know more than your brain
Don't expect too much from me
Perfection is no test for me
Because the best I'll ever be
Is just like you: A human being
You won't offend, I need to know
Please, my friend, show me your soul
Chorus
Chanting
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(Sly Stone)
If you want me to stay
I'll be around today
To be available for you to see
I'm about to go there
Then you'll know
For me to stay here
I've got to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reachin' me by phone
Cause I promise
I'll be gone for a while
And when you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person
That you really are now
You got to get it straight
How could I ever be late
When you're my woman
Taking up my time
Oh how could I ever allow
I guess I wonder how
I could get out a pocket for fun
When you know that
You're never number two
Number one's gonna be number one
I'll be good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now
When you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person
That you really are now
I'll be so good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now
Get this message over to you now
I'll be so good
I wish I could
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Take me back
Hold my hand
All the way back
To the brotherland
Take me back
I want to go back
Take me back
And my funky ass band
All the way back
To the broherland
Take me back
I want to go
As fast as I can
Slidin' on back
To the brotherland
Now children
Hollywood...
I want to get up and go
With my funky ass jams
All the way back
To the broherland
Take me back
I want to go back
Hollywood...
Where the women
Is the women
And the man
Is the man
I want to go
As fast as I can
Slidin' on back
To the brotherland
Now children
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Deep inside the soul hole
Of Mother Earth
Father Time came
With a supersonic supersonic burst
His soul monkey sperm tribes
Racing to be first
Her ruby fruit jungle
Givin' bush baby bush baby birth
The baby was a boy
But I think what stunned her
Is that this bare breasted baby
Was a baby boy boy boy boy wonder
Crackin' from his thumb bone
Came thelonious thunder
Fill the sky with hellfire
From way down down down under
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I get all the bush I can
Erupting from the ground
In hollywood he glowed
His jungle turned to concrete
His funk bone bone bone bone to stone
Like a full blown volcano
I must let it be known
That through this boy's vein
Atomic lava blood flows and flows
His soul shocking sounds
They make the mountains moan
This boy's become a man
It's time to take take take
Take the throne
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I get all the bush I can
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Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap
The cups went up like a natural fact
It was our shoulder space
That made the perfect place
For the magic of the cup
To style out with grace
With a tight turn twist
And a slight swerve swank
The brothers cup kissed
With a kick ass clank
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap
The cups went up like a natural fact
So love all your brothers
And love all your sisters
Love all the misses
And love all the misters
Don't be shy when you're sharin' your kisses
The brothers cup kiss
And we ain't sissies
It is our notion that the perfect peace potion
Can be found in the wake of the green sea's motion
The long rocking swell of the mighty blue ocean
Is the cradle of peace it's the perfect peace motion
Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the power of the cup we are about to astound
All your preconceptions they will come unbound
We are the brothers cup coming to your town
Bringing tubs of love we're going to spread it around
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Flat on my back
In a lonely sprawl
I stare at the ceiling
Because I can not fall
Asleep tonight
No not at all
Head lights flash
Across my bedroom wall
Crying eyes open
Because I can not fall
In love with you
No not at all
Walk away and taste the pain
Come again some other day
Aren't you glad you weren't afraid
Funny how the price gets paid
Busted in two
Like a brittle stick
I can not drink
Because my throat constricts
Lovesick from you
That will never do
Open my mouth
I couldn't make a sound
I could not scream
I could not shout
It out to you
Nothing to do
Walk away and taste the pain
Come again some other day
Aren't you glad you weren't afraid
Funny how the price gets paid
This may come as a shocking surprise
I have to take a walk
I have to kiss it goodbye
Goodbye my love
Goodbye my love
I am not alive
Walk away and taste the pain
Come again some other day
Aren't you glad you weren't afraid
Funny how the price gets paid
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Catholic school girls rule...
In the class she's taking notes
Just how deep deep is my throat
Mother Mary don't you know
She's got eyes like Marylin Monroe
Catholic school girls rule...
From the cross she's raised her head
This is what the sister said
Give no love until you're wed
Live no life until you're dead
The good books says we must suppress
The good books says we must confess
But who cares what the good books says
Cause now she's taking off her dress
Catholic school girls rule...
Lead us into temptation
We are pure divine creation
Talkin' about my generation
Injected with the seed of emaculation
Catholic !
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I cry, I cry
I was born in a land, I don't think you understand
God damn what I am
I'm a native of this place, please don't kick me in my face
My race has been disgraced
Won't somebody testify, kick a hole right in the sky
Testify testify kick a hole right in the sky
Slap a liar in his eye, kick a hole right in the sky
Testify testify kick a hole right in the sky johnny,
Johnny, Johnny
Puts us in a pumpkin shell where you keep us very well
It's hell, where I dwell
When history books are full of shit, I become the anarchist
I'm pissed at this
What this country claims to be
It's a lie
No place for me
I bleed
Kill my trust if you must
But in my blood there is lust
For life
That's right
Apache blood is in my heart thrashing though me like a shark
Crashing though the dark
What am I supposed to do
I feel like I'm cut into confused
By rules
Do these cultures clash or am I living in the past
I ask please tell me fast
To what do I belong and if I change will I be wrong
I took my foot kicked a hole in the sky
I proceeded to plead fathers help me decide
A jagged flash of light struck me in the eye
I turned around and found that I was still alive
Snakes rise high from the purple black sky
The red cloud rains and the black horse rides
Then it dawned on my like the mornin' sun
I'm a part of two worlds and the mornin' comes
Glowing embers tend to remember when
The power that is peace was treated as a friend
I am a master of and I've got to take action
I'm a man, the animal man
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