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Lucille, falls on me tonight
Oh, please, sing me songs so sweet
Today felt like an empty glass
So please, follow me tonight
Walking, stranger in my own life
Oh Lord, I have no one to meet
My love for you burns like sassafras
Those sparkling strings of yours get me high
Yes I’ll sing for you
I’ll sing for you all night long
Will you sing for me
When I’m dead and gone
Yes I’ll sing for you
I’ll hold you in my arms
And I will play thee
Lo, the night is young
O Lucille, loving you is right
You’re my lover, and you’re standing still
I’m shaken, like a magic eight ball
When I pluck you, I get such a thrill
Oh Lucille, tu m’emmèneras
Partons, ce soir à l’heure du crime
Tu es belle comme un Mardi Gras
Et on s’envole chérie, au delà des cimes
Yes I’ll sing for you
I’ll sing for you all night long
Will you sing for me
When I’m dead and gone
Yes I’ll sing for you
I’ll hold you in my arms
And I will play thee
Lo, the night is young
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Along with the Wine
02:15
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Traveling this world around
Can’t get enough of that big band sound
Maybe I’ll stop for thee
Or maybe I’ll drop thee
Or maybe like a clown
I”ll be weeping, c’est la vie
Every time I try
I just can’t get Georgia off my mind
Those good vibrations die
Will you stand the test of time
So many songs my love
So little time
To remember the ones we’ve left behind
They found a home in my head my dear
Along with the wine
And all of the rhymes I have yet to find
Walking the streets of Bard (Italy)
Always on my guard
This old time melody
Must be the remedy
Stuck on the boulevard
Like cleo and Antony
But no matter how hard I try
I just can’t seem to get you off my mind
Revelations nigh
Like Frankie and Johnny in the Summertime
So many songs my love
So little time
To remember the ones we’ve left behind
They found a home in my head my dear
Along with the wine
And all of the rhymes I have yet to find
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On a cold dark night in '91
Like a band of gypsies on the run
A hoard of marron slaves with their guns
Set ablaze our beautiful island
Fighting for our rights
Can’t afford to lose
Turn off the white lights
Take off those dirty shoes
What happened to my people
What happened to their souls
The blood stains every mountaintop
From sea to shining sea
The blood stains every mountaintop
From sea to shining sea
Rules by the trigger of a gun
Fighting the people with their sons
At their feet we’ll cast the crown of thorns
We tread on golden shores
What else can be prove
Supreme Being at our door
All hell is breaking loose
What happened to my people
What happened to their souls
The blood stains every mountaintop
From sea to shining sea
The blood stains every mountaintop
From sea to shining sea
What happened to my people
What happened to their souls
The blood stains every mountaintop
From sea to shining sea
The blood stains every mountaintop
From sea to shining sea
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When I lay sick in bed
I had two pillows at my head
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
Well sometimes I just need a little
Break from reality
Hard to know the difference between
Pretend and insanity
Well I can’t dissociate my
Mind from the world
When I awoke that
Dinosaur was still there
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
Well sometimes I just need a little
Break from reality
Hard to know the difference between
Pretend and insanity
Well I can’t dissociate my
Mind from the world
When I awoke that
Dinosaur was still there
Well sometimes I just need a little
Break from reality
Hard to know the difference between
Pretend and insanity
Well I can’t dissociate my
Mind from the world
When I awoke that
Dinosaur was still there
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Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile!
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile!
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile!
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar
B’é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn
Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach
Is tú díolta leis na Ghallaibh.
Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile
Oglaigh armtha léi mar gharda
Gaeil iad féin ‘s ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh;
‘S cuirfid siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.
A bhuí le Rí na bhfeart go bhfeiceam
Muna mbeam beo ‘na dhiaidh ach seachtain
Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch.
Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.
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Crawdad Song
03:14
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You get a line, I'll get a pole, honey
You get a line, I'll get a pole, babe
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go down to the crawdad hole
Honey, baby, mine
Hurry up, babe, you slept too late, honey
Hurry up, babe, you slept too late, babe
Hurry up, baby, you slept too late
The crawdad man went past your gate
Honey, baby, mine
Whatcha gonna do when the lake runs dry, honey
Whatcha gonna do when the lake runs dry, babe
Whatcha gonna do when the lake runs dry
Sit on the bank, watch the crawdads die
Honey, baby, mine
Whatcha gonna do when the crawdads die, honey
Whatcha gonna do when the crawdads die, babe
Whatcha gonna do when the crawdads die
Sit on the bank until I die
Honey, baby, mine
Yonder come a man with a sack on his back, honey
Yonder come a man with a sack on his back, babe
Yonder come a man with a sack on his back
He’s totin’ all the crawdads he can pack
Honey, baby, mine
Well he fell down and he bust that sack, honey
He fell down and he bust that sack, babe
He fell down and he bust that sack
All them crawdads crawling back
Honey, baby, mine
Sit on the bank til my feet got cold, honey
Sit on the bank til my feet got gold, babe
Sit on the bank til my feet got cold
Lookin down in the crawdad hole
Honey, baby, mine
What did the hen duck say to the drake, honey
What did the hen duck say to the drake, babe
What did the hen duck say to the drake
Ain't no crawdads in that lake
Honey, baby, mine
You get a... I get a... honey
You get a... I get a... babe
You get a... I get a... we get a...
Honey, baby, mine
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Lord Fleming Minnesota
Lord Fleming, singer-songwriter, podcast host of Point Counterpoint, Comedian
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