[Tech N9ne] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis and all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Real Riot Makers. This one right here's for the
he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the
could outguess you ? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
I was a backing track Saving my green voices back Disguising the obvious That I had no-one to sing for I lived in a paper bin which I lived curled up
of ages cleft for me Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns Well ol' Johnny might just be singin' hymn this
farm And seven hungry mouths to feed And yet and yet our home fire never flickered once 'Cause when all these things went wrong Mama took the hymn book down And Mama sang a song
And seven hungry mouths to feed And yet and yet our homefire never flickered once 'Cause when all the things went wrong Mama took the hymn book down And mama sang a song
traitors shall prevail our hearts are steeled against the fiery gates of hell no shot or shell can still our mighty song can still our mighty song your
est pour vivre Que le monde invente Des chansons a chaque pas It's for living That people sing In pain or in joy It's for living That people create Songs
Calvary for Me", "The Joy of Knowing Jesus" Is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee The pure tenor quality of the voice Of Harold Montgomery
hold the world with your song Go now, go now, go now, help escalate Angels come down, help with this parade To hear your voice ring out Come on and shout it Let your song
, so Metal will prevail! The time has come to sing a song about this powerfull scene. About the greatest way to live, the world has ever seen. Sing this hymn
of mortal clay. III Say Heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To
So whenever we happen to meet I greet you with a song in my heart I behold your adorable face Just a song at the start But it's soon is a hymn to your
a badland farm and seven hungry mouths to feed And yet and yet our homefire never flickered once Cause when all these things went wrong Mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song
