Zbiór tekstów różnych wykonawców

Tekst :

Listen to the lambs all a-crying,
listen to the lambs all a-crying,
listen to the lambs all a-crying,
I want to get to heaven when I die. I want to get to heaven when I die

Tekst :

Ezra was an old man. He lived by the sea.
Watching himself getting older with no family.
Cassie was a pretty one, a bar tender by trade.
She had a daughter with big green eyes. She called her Jade.
They met each other in the park while Jade was on a swing.
On a bench underneath a tree they talked about everything.
And she said, “Sometimes I get so scared, and I don’t know why.”
She reached for the old man’s hand and she began to cry.
And he said
“It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.”
Then he said “I was gonna be a painter, gonna paint my masterpiece.
I spent my whole life dreamin’. Now they’re my only memories.
And I was gonna life in Paris, France. Now my body’s fallin’ apart.
I could be a Pablo Picasso if delusion were an art.”
And she said, “That sounds lovely. Paris, France.
Just sayin’ those words makes me kinda dance.
Do you wanna dance?”
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
They’d meet there every Sunday in the park at noon.
Ezra would get there early to buy Jade a red balloon.
And Cassie’d tell him all about her awful luck with men.
She’d say “Wish I could meet a guy like you but they’ll never make you again.”
And Jade would fall asleep in Ezra’s lap there in the park
While Cassie’s still be talkin’ a long time after dark.
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
One Sunday afternoon, no Ezra, no red balloon.
Just a friend of his who said “Ezra passed away
And ha wanted me to bring this letter to you today.”
Well, it was two tickets to Paris.
And a note that read “Thank you for the dance.
My dearest Cassie, you were my Paris, France.”
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.

Tekst :

Sometimes I wish this world was an easier place.
And when I see those tears falling from your face
I pray, little angel, don’t give up on yourself.
Don’t let nothin’ get you down.
Just keep on reaching for your higher ground.

If you could only see yourself through my eyes.
If I could only help you to realize
that there’s a light inside of you. I can see it shinin’ all around.
Just keep on reaching for your higher ground

cause I believe in you sure as a smile lights up a child’s face.
I believe in you sure as the stars do shine in velvet space.
I believe in you sure as the morning sun kisses the sky.
I believe in you. With every beat of my heart hear me testify
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe,
yes, I believe in you.

I see you tryin’ so hard to be who it is you want to be.
Precious angel, don’t you know you’re already everything to me?
And though sometimes it seems a cold, hard rain’s
tryin’ to keep your visions down
just keep on reaching for your higher ground

‘cause I believe in you sure as a smile lights up a child’s face.
I believe in you sure as the stars do shine in velvet space.
I believe in you sure as the morning sun kisses the sky.
I believe in you. With every beat of my heart hear me testify
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe.

Yes, I believe in you sure as the autumn leaves dance to the ground.
I believe in you sure as Heaven only knows what spins this world around.
I believe in you sure as the spring does melt a winter’s snow.
I believe in you sure as the light you shine touches my soul.
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe.
Yes, I believe in you.

So, please, little angel, don’t give up on yourself.
Don’t let nothing get you down.
Just keep on reaching for your higher ground.

Now let us dispense of all the present (un)pleasnatries
It s background noise now cause celebre
The concept s grown tired and the delivery s rusted
Tracing all the outlines but never breaking the lines

Now it s background noise to surround the circle

Red hot

Fight for the black shark
See what evil brings
Can t you see we re out for bloodm
Love from a shotgun
License to kill
Can t you see we re out for blood
(Pre-Chorus)
The kids scream in fright, through the night...

Kingston 12

And I just like to say
Big up all the youths, yu know
Youths like this and youths like that

One good thing about music
When it hits you feel no pain
One good thing about music
When it hits you feel no...

Tuistos herz

On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in Ska?inawjo - the isles
of Ska?is - a blonde, fur-clad man immortalises his memory of
Mannus, the oldest Ing. A large manlike shape is engraved in the
rock; bloodred in colour, with a large phallus.
His hands...

One silver dollar

One silver dollar
Bright silver dollar
Changing hands, Changing hands
And lustily rollin
Wasted or stolen
Changing hands, Changing hands
Spent for a beer he s drinking
Won by a gambler s lost
Pierced by an outlaw s bullet
And...