Bob Dylan Lyrics
Bob Dylan Lyrics
"The Ballad of Ira Hayes Lyrics"
Apocalypse Lyrics
I know how brave you are, I know how fine you are... rocks, for me, for one of us, and ice in our ankylosed brains. I need to feel cold on my skin, cold in my mind, and to see things from high. I need higher mathematics, like all the men. TAKE A TOP OF THE KING FOR YOU, IT'S AN EASY
I know how brave you are, I know how fine you are... rocks, for me, for one of us, and ice in our ankylosed brains. I need to feel cold on my skin, cold in my mind, and to see things from high. I need higher mathematics, like all the men. TAKE A TOP OF THE KING FOR YOU, IT'S AN EASY
Gather round you people and a story I will tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now Ira's folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white man's greed
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he
Take Me Lyrics
Come and dance with me, take me all the higher. Put your arms around me, make me feel much righter. Come and love with me, we can move real slow to the music. Come make love with me ... Oh ... CHORUS Come on, take me, take me, and make me feel your music. Wanna get in deep when it tastes so swe
won't answer anymoreCome and dance with me, take me all the higher. Put your arms around me, make me feel much righter. Come and love with me, we can move real slow to the music. Come make love with me ... Oh ... CHORUS Come on, take me, take me, and make me feel your music. Wanna get in deep when it tastes so swe
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
They started up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
Now Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody s
Mandan Lyrics
One last chance and you will see You're will belong No one cares enough for me You're in my eyes Distance built between you and me Never again One last chance and you will see You always lie I can't cry and deny Don't fuckin' lie to me You will laugh and I will die You're always fuckin' f
ook his handOne last chance and you will see You're will belong No one cares enough for me You're in my eyes Distance built between you and me Never again One last chance and you will see You always lie I can't cry and deny Don't fuckin' lie to me You will laugh and I will die You're always fuckin' f
But he was just a Pima Indian, no money crops, no chance
And at home nobody cared what Ira had done and the wind did the Indian's
dance
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
And Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was
It's Happening With You Lyrics
everything i do deliberately for you everything i see i'm seeing differently from every point of view it's happening with you in this crazy world full of lemons baby... you're lemonade everywhere i go i'm going with the flow every turn i take becomes a piece
the grave for Ira Hayeseverything i do deliberately for you everything i see i'm seeing differently from every point of view it's happening with you in this crazy world full of lemons baby... you're lemonade everywhere i go i'm going with the flow every turn i take becomes a piece
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.