Grace Potter and The Nocturnals - Crazy Parade
Grace Potter and The Nocturnals - Crazy Parade
A tribute to Judee Sill
Bill Callahan - For A Rainbow
These are songs from the late Mark Linkous. Whose moniker was Sparklehorse.
Sparklehorse - "Some Sweet Day"
Sparklehorse - Cow
Sparklehorse- sad & beautiful world
Phosphorescent - Song For Zula
Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing
See, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
I will not open myself up this way again
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
You see, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
I will not open myself up this way again
You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
My feet are gold. My heart is white
And we race out on the desert plains all night
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
No my heart is gold. My feet are light
And I am racing out on the desert plains all night
So some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
O and all you folks, you come to see
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free
LCD Soundsystem - Home
LCD Soundsystem :: All My Friends
Insect Guide - Dark Days & Nights
insectguide.bandcamp
*mind blown*
Annie covering Ash.. this is toooooo awesome!
Bob Marley - Jah Live
jah live
Children yeah
Jah Jah live children yeah
Jah Live
Children yeah
jah Jah Live children yeah
The truth is an offence
But not a sin
Is he who laugh last,children
Is he who win
Is a foolish dog
Bark at the flying bird
One sheep herd must learn,children
To respect the shepherd
Jah live
Children yeah
Jah Jah Live children yeah
Jah Live
Children yeah
Jah Jah Live children yeah
Fool say in their heart
Rasta your God is dead
But I and I know,Jah Jah
Dread it shall be Dreader Dread
Jah Live children yeah
Jah Jah Live children yeah
Jah Live children yeah
jah Jah Live children yeah
Let jah arise
Now that the enemies are scattered
Let Jah arise
The enemies,the enemies are scattered
Jah Live children yeah
Jah Jah Live children yeah
Jah live Children yeah
Jah Jah Live children yeah
Peter Tosh - Downpressor Man
Downpressor man
Where you gonna run to
Downpresser man
Where you gonna run to
Downpresser man
Where you gonna run to
All along that day
You gonna run to the sea
But the sea will be boiling
When you run to the sea
The sea will be boiling
The sea will be boiling
All along that day
You gonna run to the rocks
The rocks will be melting
When you run to the rocks
The rocks will be melting
The rocks will be melting
All that day
So I said
Downpresser man
Where you gonna run to
Downpresser man
Where you gonna run to
Downpresser man
Where you gonna run to
All along that day
You drink your big champagne and laugh
You drink your big champagne and laugh
You drink your big champagne and laugh
All along that day
I wouldn't like to be a flea
Under your collar man
I wouldn't like to be a flea
Under your collar man
I wouldn't like to be a flea
Under your collar man
All along that day
You can run but you can't hide
You can run but you can't hide
You can run but you can't hide
Telling you all along that day
You gonna run to the Lord
Beggin' to hide you
You gonna run to the Lord
Beggin' to hide you
You gonna run to the Lord
Beggin' to hide you
You gonna run to Jah
Beggin' to hide you
All, all along that day
And I said Downpresser Man
Where you gonna run to
Where you gonna run to Downpresser man
Where you gonna run to
I said all along
All along, along that day Downpresser man
All along, along that day Downpresser man
All along, along that day Downpresser man
All along, along that day Downpresser man
Wait, Downpresser man
Where you gonna run to
Downpresser man
I don't know where you gonna run to
All along that day
Downpresser man
You can't run, you can't bribe Jah-Jah
Can't call him in a bar
Fe can drink some
Devil soup
Can't bribe him to run a car now
Can't test him faith
Downpresser man
Downpresser man
Downpresser man
Downpresser man
Downpresser man
Where you gonna run to
Downpresser man
You can't bribe no one
Them no want no money
Them run'f money
That money get funny
Downpresser Man's here
Eek-a-Mouse - Ganja Smuggling
Bidi Bidi Bong Bong
Bidi Bong Bong
Bidi Bong Bong
Bidi Me'hen
Bong Bong
Bidi Bong Bong
Bidi Bong Bong
Bidi Men
Bena Bena bohoi
gena men den
gena men
ehya
Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top (?)
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
Me an me girl name Jane
Bong Gong
Gidi Bong Gong
Gidi memdem dem dem
Bena Bena mohoi
bena mendem
gena iohoi
Dong Dong
didi dong dong
gidi mendem
gidi mendem
geda mendem
gena mendem
gena men-den
Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where sufferation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
Mummy jus' a bawl 'poor, poor, poor', me cry, she seh 'son cry no more'
Dong Dong
Didi Dong Dong
gidi mendem den den
bena bena mohoi
stena mendem
genamoi
Dong Dong
didi dong dong
gena mendem den den
bena bene mohoi
gena mendem
gena iohoi
gena men
Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
Me an me girl name Jane
Dang dang
didi bong gong
gidi bong gong
gidi men
bena bena bohoi
spen dem dem
gena men
bong gong
gidi bong gong
gidi bong gong
gidi ben
bena bena bohoi
gen gen
gena men-den
Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where tribulation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
Mama tell me 'nah rob drug store, police beat yuh, mek yu back sore ,ey '
dang dang
didi dang dang
gidi bang gang
gidi men
bena bohoi
bene bi deberen ehya
“Avoiding people. I avoid people that I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia, but it’s also a habit."
-Morrissey, 1984 (when asked what his worst habit was)
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