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Post by Jason on Jun 11, 2005 19:04:18 GMT -8
All of My LoveShould I fall out of love, my fire in the light To chase a feather in the wind Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight There moves a thread that has no end. For many hours and days that pass ever soon the tides have caused the flame to dim At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom Is this to end or just begin? [Chorus:] All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you. [repeat] The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again One voice is clear above the din Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain For me, the cloth once more to spin [Chorus] Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time his is the force that lies within Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find He is a feather in the wind [Chorus]
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Post by Jason on Jul 16, 2005 12:45:54 GMT -8
Immigrant SongAh, ah, We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming! On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore. Ah, ah, We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords. On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore. So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins, For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
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Post by Jason on Feb 27, 2006 13:15:05 GMT -8
KashmirOh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear Oh, oh. Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin' I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin' All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land Trying to find, trying to find where I've been. Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear Ohh. When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down... Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there Let me take you there. Let me take you there
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Post by Jason on Feb 27, 2006 13:19:36 GMT -8
Probably their best, as well as Kashmir Stairway to HeavenThere´s a lady who´s sure all that glitter is gold. And she´s buying a stairway to heaven.And when she gets there she knows if the store are closed. With a word she can get what she came for. There´s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure. Cause she know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook there´s a song bird who sings sometimes. All of our thougts are misgiven. There´s a feeling I get when I look to the west. And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thougts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who stand looking. And it´s whispered that soon if we all call the tne. Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long. And the forests will echo with laughter. And it makes me wonder. If there´s a bustle in your hedgerow don´t be alarmed now. It´s just a spring clean for the May-Queen. Yes there two paths you can go by. But in the long run. There´s still time to change the road you´re on. Your head is humming and it won´t go - in case you don´t know. The pipers calling you to join him. Dear lady can you hear the wind blow. And did you know your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road. Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know. Who shines white light and wants to show. How everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard the tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all. To be a rock and not to roll.
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Post by Jason on Mar 6, 2006 14:45:00 GMT -8
Black DogHey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting. Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way, watch your honey drip, can't keep away. *Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah. Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah. I gotta roll, can't stand still, got a flame in my heart, can't get my fill. Eyes that shine burning red, dreams of you all through my head. Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby, Tell me won't you you do me now. Didn't take too long 'fore I found out, what people mean my down and out. Spent my money, took my car, started telling her friends she wants to be a star. I don't know but I been told, a big-legged woman ain't got no soul. * Chorus All I ask for when I pray, steady rollin' woman gonna come my way. Need a woman gonna hold my hand, won't tell me no lies, make me a happy man
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Post by Jason on Mar 6, 2006 14:46:47 GMT -8
Misty Mountain TopWalkin' in the park just the other day, Baby, What do you, what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said, "Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?" And you know how it is; I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh, So I asked them if I could stay awhile. I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really, Really out of my mind. Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said, "Please, hey, would we care to all get in line, Get in line." Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun, Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh. Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see, And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it? There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin' Ah, not trying to fight it. You really don't care if they're coming, oh, oh, I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh. If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better, You better open your eyes. Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't Which, which way the pressure lies, So I've decided what I'm gonna do now. So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains Where the spirits go now, Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh. I really don't know.
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Post by Jason on Mar 8, 2006 13:46:13 GMT -8
D'Yer MakerOh oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh Baby please don't go. Ay ay ay ay ay ay All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay ay All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay ay Baby please don't go. *CHORUS When I read the letter you wrote, it made me mad mad mad When I read the news that it brought me, t made me sad sad sad. But I still love you so, I can't let you go I love you- ooh baby I love you. Oh oh oh oh oh oh Every breath I take oh oh oh oh oh Every move I make oh oh oh oh oh Baby please don't go. Ay ay ay ay ay ay You hurt me to my soul ay ay ay ay ay You hurt me to my soul ay ay ay ay ay Darling please don't go. CHORUS Oh oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh (Baby please don't go)
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