Peter, Paul & Mary Lyrics
Peter, Paul & Mary Lyrics
"INDIAN SUNSET Lyrics"
Light Years Lyrics
Vedder, McCready, Gossard I've used hammers made of wood I have played games with pieces and rules I have deciphered tricks at the bar But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why I've come with riddles, and joke
Vedder, McCready, Gossard I've used hammers made of wood I have played games with pieces and rules I have deciphered tricks at the bar But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why I've come with riddles, and joke
As he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee
He went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his woman
for they told him that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
"Oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "I won't believe our war lord's dead!
He would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"
Oh, great Father of the Iroquois, ever s
My Words Are Weapons - Eminem & D-12 Lyrics
* available only on the European "bonus disc" edition ** originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" [Chorus: Eminem] My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weaponsince I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And now you ask that I should watch the red men's race be slowly crushed?
What kind of words are these to hear from Yellow Dog, whom the white man fears?
I take only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
Tramplin' down the prairie rose, leaving hooftracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hand
I heard from passing renegades, Geronimo was dead
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead
Now there seems no reason why I sho
* available only on the European "bonus disc" edition ** originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" [Chorus: Eminem] My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And now you ask that I should watch the red men's race be slowly crushed?
What kind of words are these to hear from Yellow Dog, whom the white man fears?
I take only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay
The Lamb near the Lane Lyrics
(words by David Lane and music by Lamb) Endless years in a prison cell, endless years of a living hell. A soldier of the Folk, with a tale to tell. Of why he fought to save his own kind, an image of beauty, he sees in hi
to see you die, along with my tribe's pride(words by David Lane and music by Lamb) Endless years in a prison cell, endless years of a living hell. A soldier of the Folk, with a tale to tell. Of why he fought to save his own kind, an image of beauty, he sees in hi
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
Tramplin' down the prairie rose, leaving hooftracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hand
I heard from passing renegades, Geronimo was dead
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead
Now there seems no reason why I sho
Lift Lyrics
count them, every one all of things you've done you are the lord of my life and i roll them over and over in my head, in my head but i don't understand but i'm glad you're in my life and i lift you up so highld carry on
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comin'
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Where the buff'loes graze in the clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole!
count them, every one all of things you've done you are the lord of my life and i roll them over and over in my head, in my head but i don't understand but i'm glad you're in my life and i lift you up so high
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comin'
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Where the buff'loes graze in the clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole!