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Lyrics:
Well I love you boy With all my might
I want you in the Evening, every day and night
Think about your lovin', What it does to me
It fills me up,
Yes it sets me free
You feel so good, I can't complain
Oh I love my man everyday!
You got me hooked, yes I'm down on my knees
I'm ready to cook and I know how to please
Love me hard and love me right
Hold me close 'till the morning's light
You feel so good,
No I can't complain
Yes I love my man everyday!
Now I need your lovin', every little bit
Kissin' and huggin', let me feel those lips
Over every inch, every part of me
Love me deep boy, make me scream, yeah!
I need you so bad,
Hold me please!
Boy, what you got is just ecstasy!
Just hold me close, I just can't resist
Those big, strong arms
And the taste of your lips
You feel so good, I can't complain
Oh I love my man everyday!
He's my man and I love him deep!
Oh I'm his boy and he eets me free!
Now c'mon baby, give all of your love to me!
He's my man and I love him deep!
I'm his boy and he sets me free!
Now c'mon boy, give all of your love to me!
Yeah!
Don't stop baby!
Don't stop!
Do not stop boy!
Yeah!
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Kingdom Of Heaven
03:42
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Lyrics:
"We cry as a nation
In silence we weep."
Those were the last words
That he said to me
Well I live for my country
But we feel so apart
Our ethics and morals
Now consumed in the dark
I got that long way ahead
I got no time to mourn my dead
And if my heart could be set free
I would laugh, the blind would see
In manifest vision
We have rightly assumed
The dreams of our fathers
And the hopes of our youth
We have now our fortunes
As our Empires grow
In the heat of the desert
Or the frost and the snow
I have now seen what we have won
Freedom calls with loaded gun
Governors cry and soldiers weep
We've taken back what they would keep, oh!
We now the people
Of freedom now born
Have fought back the night
And weathered the storm
But as daylight now beckons
Can my eyes be deceived?
We are now the gods
As we ride to the sea
We will now take foreign lands
They shall know truth wrought by our hands
And as the waves call us forth
Freedom comes, with gun and horse
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Lyrics:
Got this spotlight on the city,
Turn it up real good
Get my boys altogether
Bring some Blues to your neighbourhood
I got that double trouble action
I'm sure as hell gonna have a good time
I gotta represent Toronto
I got me P.R.I.D.E
Yes I got pride!
I'm going down to Grossman's
Have some fun tonight
There's a party up in here
And everything feels right
I got my friends here with me
And my guitar by my side
Oh I ain't afraid to say it
I got P.R.I.D.E.
Yes I got pride!
If you can't get with the rhythm
Something just ain't right
Groove with the music,
Have some fun tonight!
Feel the rhythm, feel the power sink into your soul!
Gotta live the Blues, gotta feel it!
Black, white, young or old!
Might find pride weird as a white guy
But I'm here and I'm queer and I'm quite nice
Well we slice mics sharper than knife fights
If they want the funk they can have it for the right price
Right right, but like what is the verse worth?
What if it's worse than perfect when the words work?
Well why not just hit 'em with some beautiful genius
Truth an' meaning in an absurd bursts?
Cause I don't know that I won't go soft when I go off Noah
Fair enough Jesse, but we're dope!
I hope so, but how do you know though?
'Cause we're hittin' 'em with some go-for-broke flow! OH!
By the Lakeshore, in the Village,
Folks know where it's at
I got these Blues in my hands
And a mojo, big and fat!
I'm gonna play all night,
Leave my worried Blues behind!
I'm gonna come right out and say it,
I got P.R.I.D.E
Yes I got pride!
I'm won't hesitate to say it,
I got P.R.I.D.E
Yes I got pride!
I'm gonna sit right here and play it,
I got P.R.I.D.E
Yes I got pride!
I got P.R.I.D.E.
And that spells what, Jeremy Ronson?
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Here To Stay
03:24
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Lyrics:
Sometimes the sunlight don't bring no solitude
Sometimes the sky don't brighten my day
But when I look around, I see your disposition
It sets me up and I'm on my way
You make me happy
You fill me with joy
Oh I keep laughing
'Cause I know you're here to stay
Now through it all it's been a bumpy road
We've gotten bruised, but that don't keep us down
Your arms are wide, your embrace is deep
I can't stop smiling when you're around
You make me happy
You fill me with joy
Oh I keep laughing
'Cause I know you're here to stay
And in the end it doesn't matter what I like
You just accept me for who I am
When the going's tough and the trouble is deep
You pick me up, you're my very best friend
And I love you
You make me happy
You fill me with joy
Oh I keep laughing
'Cause I know you're here to stay
You make me happy
You fill me with joy
Oh I keep laughing
'Cause I know you're here to stay
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Lyrics:
Why am I working
When it's so cold outside?
Why am I working
When it's damn near freezing outside?
Gotta make my pay,
And this guitar's the only thing on my side!
Well I work here near the trains,
Playing guitar, while I freeze!
But I gotta make my money,
Support my family, make ends meet!
Yes I do
Now I love my job,
But why's it gotta be so damn hard on me?
Listen
My hands are freezing!
My fingers, Lord, they gonna burn!
It's minus seventeen outside,
And I got a whole lot to earn!
My hydro's overdue!
And I can barely make the rent!
I been working here for seven hours,
And I ain't made nothing yet!
Lord help me, oh!
People, I've made nothing all this time!
Oh yeah!
I've been working here for seven, eight, nine, ten, nineteen, twenty million hours,
And I ain't made a single, solitary dime!
Yeah!
Now I got this guitar
It's what pays the rent
But how can I play now
When folks don't give me a single shred of respect?
They call me homeless, say I'm an addict,
Tellin' all kinds of lies!
Man, I got the Blues so bad,
I wanna give it all up and die!
Oh, please help me!
C'mon, spare a dollar for me man!
Please brother, please brother, please!
I gotta make my pay, And I'm gonna die before I can!
Woah!
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Lyrics:
The air was strangely fragrant
When you first came to me
Pregnant with perceptions
Of possibilities
O Maximus,
You loved me every day
O Maximus,
You loved me every way
You loved me every way
And in clandestine darkness
I felt you cling to me
Longing for your touch,
I hungered to be free
O Maximus,
You gave your heart that day
O Maximus,
I loved you every way
I loved you every way
Yes I did, boy
And in the holy Senate,
They propagated lies
Tried to break our bonds,
And sentenced you to die
And when they read the verdict,
I wept upon the floor
Begged them for their mercy
To sunder bonds no more
Ecce, O Senate Romane!
Ecce, O Senatores Romae!
Ecce homo, Proditor Romae Totae,
Maximus Decimus Vero,
Nunc condemnatus mori!
And in the Coliseum
I tied you to the post
With sell swords at my neck
I extinguished every hope
O Maximus,
I took your life that day
O Maximus,
I'm crying every day
O Maximus,
I give my love today
O Maximus,
I give my life today
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Lyrics:
And if the sky were to crumble and fall
Well I'd find some way to make it back to you
And if the earth were to swallow us all
Well I'd die knowing that my heart was true
You don't know how I feel
I'm trying to survive
Trying to think and feel
You don't know how I feel
I'm trying to survive and keep myself alive
Trying to stick with what's real
Let me tell you 'bout the heartache
Let me tell you 'bout the pain
Caught in a war, I don't know what for
Yeah I'm caught in some crazy game
I remember when the bombs dropped
And the light flashed before my eyes
Couldn't see the sun for days
And still can't and there's no use asking why
You don't know how I feel
I'm trying to survive
Trying to think and feel
You don't know how I feel
I'm rying to survive and keep myself alive
Trying to stick with what's real
You don't know how I feel
I'm trying to survive
Trying to think and feel
You don't know how I feel
I'm trying to survive and keep myself alive
Trying to stick with what's real
And if the sky were to crumble and fall
I'd find some way to make it back to you
Yeah!
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Lyrics:
C'mon quit jivin' me!
You've run my life
And now I gotta set me free!
I'll take no institutions
And we're estranged
And I just can't deal With your theology
So here's how it is!
I'm up and leaving!
I'm getting out
While I still got my time
And I got a whole lot of that, baby!
Quit with all your preaching
And to Hell with all that guilt,
'Cause I won't toe the line!
No more confessions
'Cause when I confess
It's a mess and that much is true
No absolutions
'Cause who I am is
absolute, absolutely true!
Yes, I've left your building!
You can cry all you want,
But I'm doing fine!
Yes I am
No use complaining,
But if you'd like to lodge that complaint,
You can get in line!
It goes on for miles man!
I'm outside the box man,
And damn, it's so wonderful!
Yes I've been let loose from my cage
I'm finally free!
I'm outside the box man,
And damn, it's so incredible!
I said I've been let loose from my cage
I'm finally free!
I said I've been let loose from my cage, I'm finally free!
I said I've been let loose from my cage, I'm finally free!
Finally!
Finally!
Finally free!
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Lyrics:
Lyrics?!
You want lyrics?!!
This is an instrumental!
What has the world come to?
People asking for lyrics on an instrumental!
Back in my day, we had common sense!
Lyrics in an instrumental!.
I've never been so insult-
(Hello, this is the Intergalactic, Inter-Space-Time Musical Convergence Authority. We are pleased to inform you that the Artist has been duly reprimanded for his tirade and has been given a very stern warning and finger wagging and told not to do it again, OR ELSE. Please, enjoy the track, free of tirades from Artists with Gigantic Egos, and enjoy your day.)
Right, thank you Officer Hans.
(You're welcome, Mike.)
What I meant to say is, there are no lyrics, because this is an instrumental. Please, enjoy!
*looks nervously about for the Music Police and wanders off*
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Lyrics:
Further on up the road
I found myself in a dance
With all these funky people
I'm gonna clap my hands
I'm gonna let loose
And take a chance
'Cause on Church Street
There's a party
That goes all night long
Where all the boys are pretty
And my heart feels strong
So I take out my guitar
And just play my song
We got a party!
We got a party!
We got a party!
Oh, we got a party!
We got a party!
We got a party going on!
We're gonna party all night
Until the break of dawn!
Yeah!
And later on I meet with someone special
And we hold each other tight
We smile and kiss, a wonderful bliss,
And everything's just right
And as everyone's dancing, can you believe?
That I love him and he loves me?
Fly that rainbow high
And let our hearts run free!
Yeah!
We got a party!
We got a party!
We got a party!
Oh, we got a party!
We got a party!
We got a party going on!
We gonna party all night
Until the break of dawn!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
We got a party!
We got a party!
We got a party!
Oh, we got a party!
We got a party!
We got a party going on!
We gonna party all night
Until the break of dawn!
Yeah!
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Mike Nagoda Toronto, Ontario
I'm a Queer and Disabled Blues and Roots Artist from Toronto and torch bearer for the Double Slide Guitar, invented by Brian Cober in 1971.
I make progressive, cross genre Blues and Roots music that dares to be different.
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