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Why boasteth thyself
Oh, evil men
Playing smart
And not being clever?
I said, you're working iniquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so)
But the goodness of Jah, Jah
I-dureth for-I-ver
So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
These are the words
Of my master, keep on tellin' me
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, fall in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (... fall in it)
If you are the big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe, sharp and ready
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
(To cut you down)
(To cut you down)
These are the words
Of my master, tellin' me that
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall bury in it, uh (... bury in it)
If you are the big, big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
Sharpened ...
A little crude I know. a smart song nonetheless. UB40 used just the chorsu of this song in their 'Here I am baby,' song.“Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." Winston Churchill
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm oneIt is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change. – Charles DarwinComment
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How do you know that a song is truly great? When its been recorded by more than 50 different artists! The House of the Rising Sun was my first introduction to 12 bar blues that I can remember.
This is a playlist of more than 50 artists including Pink Floyd, Toto, The Ventures, Amy Winehouse, Sinead O'connor, Jack Walsh etc. A Rock Anthem that will remain forever. They just don't write songs like this anymore.
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I have such a device but the stylus cannot track on master-cuts, only the pressed albums as it's stylus is a moving magnet with a 0.28mm needle. My original stylus uses a moving coil with a 0.008mm needle, unbelievably hard to find these days.Today Defines Tomorrow
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@Dave S – let me start off by saying thank you for pretending I beat you in chess you top 0.2% you.
For the old school.. Dave, Copy the final you tube url for the video you seeing and want to play. Then go to the normal create new message (post) thing TAB, 3rd from the right at the top, it is a picture of a film. Click on it. Then paste the url into it. It took me forever to figure it out, I was so frustrated I almost shat, but its lank easyToday Defines Tomorrow
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Another of my great Albums is this:
Magna Carta - Lord of the Ages
Lyrics to Lord of the Ages :
Lord of the Ages rode one night
Out through the gateways of time
Astride a great charger
In a cloack of white samite
He flew on the air
Like a storm
Dark was the night
For he'd gathered the stars in his hand
To light a path through the sky
While the hoofs of his charger
Made comets of fire
Bewitching all eyes
Behold them
Lord of the Ages, nobody knows
Wether he goes, nobody knows
Below a dark forest in caves of black granite
The children of darkness dwelled in oblivion
Betraying one another in endless confusion
But the Lord of the Dark had bewitched them
From times first creation
The wise men and prophets
And all workers of magic
Had warned of the wreckoning
The wind and the fire
And the plague of destruction that follows the path
Of evil
Lord of the Ages, nobody knows
Wether he goes, nobody knows
Far above the wide oceans and thundering rivers
Through the sun and the rain
And the turn of the seasons
Rode the god of all knowing
While all around him celestial companions
Friends from the void before time was woven
Honour his crown with words of white fire
And carry his robes of light
Wether he goes, Nobody knows
But in the peace of a valley
A young child was born
Filling the night with his crying
And an old man gave thanks to the Lord of the Ages,
Whose battle is not with innosence
But the birds of the air were silent
Knowing the time had come
When time is forgotten
The waters were stilled
The mountains stood empty
But the cities were deaf
Long long ago
Enough, cried a voice and the earth was awaking
Poor and the rich felt the brink of the fire
Death and destruction rode out together
Turning the world to a funeral pyre
It was the lord of the ages
Gathering in the harvest
I thank the lord of the ages
Gathering in the harvest (repeats)
Gathering in the harvest (repeats)
And from the blood and the thunder of men and their dying
His eyes dark with sorrow
The lord of the Ages
Gathered in his harvest
But to the old and helpless
The weak and the humble
To the children of light
His words of compassion
Breathed on them gently
Resolving the darkness across the great valley that rumbled with fire
And from the death and destruction
The lord of the Ages
Carried the fruit of the harvest
To freedom
Lord of the ages, nobody knows
Wether he goes, nobody knowsToday Defines Tomorrow
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I ain't got no mama now
I ain't got no mama now
She told me late last night, "You don't need no mama no how"
Mmm, mmm, black snake crawlin' in my room
Mmm, mmm, black snake crawlin' in my room
Some pretty mama better come and get this black snake soon
Ohh-oh, that must have been a bed bug, baby a chinch can't bite that hard
Ohh-oh, that must have been a bed bug, honey a chinch can't bite that hard
Ask my sugar for fifty cents, she said "Lemon, ain't a child in the yard"
Mama, that's all right, mama that's all right for you
Mama, that's all right, mama that's all right for you
Mama, that's all right, most seen all you do
Mmm, mmm, what's the matter now?
Mmm, mmm, honey what's the matter now?
Sugar, what's the matter, don't like no black snake no how
Mmm, mmm, wonder where my black snake gone?
Mmm, mmm, wonder where this black snake gone?
Black snake mama done run my darlin' homeIt is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change. – Charles DarwinComment
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Hey Joe was originally a folk song from the South (USA). Jimi Hendrix made it famous and it has since been recorded by just about every band worth mentioning. ZZ Top, the Byrds, Led Zeppelin, The Marmalade, The Who - too many to mention. here is a completely different version by Deep Purple. (and playlist with 28 covers)
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