I can feel the old earth shake tonight. Mother Earth feels labor aches tonight. I can feel the old world passin'. I can hear the whole world crashing down tonight.
I tell you the truth when I say. That the kingdom is on the way, on the way. I tell you the truth when I say. That the kingdom is here today, here today.
each of these. my three babies. I will carry with me. for myself. I ask no one else will be. mother to these three. and of course. I'm like a wild horse.
Round and round and round again. Increasing circles, what a fun game!. We think we're different, we're not the same. As you and he and she and he. And we always believed that we're something unique.
this is the last day of our acquaintance. I will meet you later in somebody's office. I'll talk but you won't listen to me. I know what your answer will be.
it seems like years since you held the baby. while I wrecked the bedroom. you said it was dangerous after sunday. and I knew you loved me. he thinks I just became famous.
She was thrown from her throne. And landed alone. In garbage bag trees. Feeling so used. She opened some books. Her foundations shook. All that it took.
Thank you for hearing me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for seeing me. And for not leaving me. Thank you for staying with me. Thank you for not hurting me.
Where do you go? Buttoned in your favourite coat. Stepping out to a different world and you might be home late. And where are you now? Staring at your favourite box.
For all of her diction, her self medication. She fell down and dented her nose and laughed at the coroners. Desperately warning her, watch now the way that it goes.
I get this understanding. It's like a living breath. And it grooves with the times. And it swings with the tune. And it flows until the end of rest. .
All in my heart, it always begins. She keep on trying to make this situation win. Sometimes, you should hold it back. Just keep on the rails on the straight and narrow track.
Third shade of blue. The sky and you. Like the rain over the sea. . Third shade of red. The lover's bed. Crimson blood and rose. . Third shade of green is all that you feel.
These are the days. You have been given. These are the ones. These are the ones. . These are the times. We have been given. These are the ones. These are the ones.
You are the one who makes it different. But I am the one who makes the waves. All down the line this makes us different. So all our dreams may stay awake.
Never left at all, you were there before. Never let it go, now I need some more. But you did confuse me, you get it on, get it on. If I had to use me I'd be there in the song.
In the state of Mississippi many years ago. A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law. He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime. And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind.
It's so nice on the seventh floor. I'm taking you there ? ? ? ?. I get scared I can't touch the ground. But I feel safe when my friends come round. . Ever so nice - live on the seventh floor.
Show me a prison, show me a jail. Show me a pris'ner whose face has grown pale. . And I'll show you a young man. With many reasons why. There but for fortune, go you or I.
Joan Baez. Show me a prison, show me a jail. Show me a prisoner whose face is growing pale. And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why. And there but for fortune.