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Heart Of Stone
If the last thing I see is your face. If the last thing I feel is your embrace. Then I would not be afraid. I would go to a happy grave. If the last thing I see is you.
Fall Isn't As Colorful As You
Two punches to the mouth and Im down. Baby you and I are breaking ground. When did you join the gossip team. Ring tones and fake moans are all you need.
Haven't Seen You In A Long Time
I haven't seen you in a long time. Since I've been gone. It always seemed to be the wrong time. It's the same old song. . Looks like we'll never be together.
Have A Cuppa Tea
Granny's always ravin' and rantin'. And she's always puffin and pantin'. And she's always screamin' and shoutin'. And she's always brewin' up tea. . Grand pappy's never late for his dinner.
Hard Case
She goes down fast and comes up slow. Gets in high and goes out low. Turns up late or doesn't show. She spends all her cash on letting go. . I'm never early.
Harbour Lecou
Harbour Lecou. . As I rowed ashore from my schooner closeby. a girl on the beach sure I chance to espy. her hair it was red and her bonnet was blue. her place of abode was in harbour lecou.
Something In The Air
We can feel it, when we wake up. We're all traveling,. 'Cause tonight we're sitting around the table. The holiday when we're able (ohh). To raise up coke in celebration.
Hanging Johnny
(Traditional - Arr. GBS). . Well, they call me Hangin' Johnny. Away boys, away. Well, I never hanged nobody. And it's hang boys, hang. . Well, first I hanged me mother.
Greenspond
Greenspond is a pretty place, and so is Pinchard's Island. Mom will buy me a new fur coat when da gets home from swilin'. . Here he comes as white as ghosts.
Great Big Sea / Gone By The Board
Written by Colin Hay. I Haven't seen you in a long time. Since I've been gone. It always seemed to be the wrong time. Its the same old song. Looks like we'll never be together.
Graceful & Charming (sweet Forget-me-not)
Fancy brings a thought to me. Of flowers bright and fair. Grace and beauty there combine. To make that thought more rare. Like a maiden that I know. Who shared my happy lot.
Good People
The world today can be a scary place;. Hard to keep your faith in the human race.. We're runnin' outta trees,. And we're runnin' outta space,. But we'll never run out of good people..
Eliminate
Best not to emulate. Never will eradicate. Doctors may try to-sedate, but. None, can eliminate. . The fully functioning disease of mankind's imperfected ghost, overflows with temperamental rage while feeding off the host. Running rampant in the minds is curiosity and hate, maladjusted seeds of death that fill the voids with speed and rape. It's a game of give and steal with bonuses for killing fun, terrorize the infantile show them love then give them guns. Manifesting in the wake of rising chaos in the streets, in the home infection spreads till growing minds the sickness meets..
Cut Yourself To Shreds
Sin and anguish crawls upon us all, the shocked faces will be our pain meds, self mutilate to open their eyes, cut yourself to shreds..... . For the rape and murder of dreams of a nation,.
Goin Up
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Oh oh oh, oh oh oh. . Well, come gather all around me. There is something you should know.
General Taylor
Well general Taylor gained the day. Walk him along, John, carry him along. Well general Taylor he gained the day. Carry him to his bury'n ground. . Tell me way, hey, you stormy.
Gallows Pole
Hang man, hang man. Hold a little while.. I think I see my brother coming,. Riding many a mile.. Brother did you bring me some silver?. Did you bring a little gold?.
French Shore
French Shore. . When I was a young man, just barely 14. craving adventure and lore. I boarded a clipper me dad was a skipper. and sailed it along the French shore ya,.
Say What You Do
I'm on the bus, I'm in the back. Hand on my bag, head on the glass. I'm watching signs, I'm losing track. I don't think I'm ever coming back. At every stop, check my phone.
French Perfume
It's of a bold young smuggler. From Fortune he did sail. He rode the waves from St. Pierre. And never saw the jail. . He filled her up with contraband.
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