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Rock City
03:54
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Oh baby, well baby, ooh I love you, well I love you.
Ah baby, baby, baby, well here, here I am. Here I am, I'm all for thee.
I'm a stone, I'm a stone, I'm a stone. If I was a stone, well I'd sides, much more than three.
But a gem, well one day, you know I could be, you know I could be.
Rock City, Rock City, Rock City . Oh millions have seen it, now they say millions, millions, millions have seen it. Boy, have you? Well have you? Well have you seen it too?
Well and there we drove, 'cross the highway. You was looking your way, well and I was looking my way.
Well and what did I see 'cross highway lanes three, I saw a barn. With these words written right on the roof, i read em out to you:
It said millions have seen Rock City, have you? Well have you? Have you?
But I ask you where is Rock City? And where are the millions who seen it?
They say millions have seen it.
Well, Rock City, Rock City, Rock City.
Millions have seen it, oh boy. Now they say millions, millions, millions have seen it. Oh have you? Well have you? Well have you seen it too? My Rock City baby.
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One Step
03:10
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One step forward, one step at a time.
Its all i can focus my mind on.
How can we go so many directions at the same time?
Deep smile, laughter deep deep within.
You say, the balls in my court.
Not long ago, I thought that ball was so small, it wasn't even there at all.
Now I see more than three, bouncing all about. How can I send them off?
On their way peacefully, send them off on their way peacefully.
Its One Step, Forward, One Step at a time.
Its all I can focus my mind on.
Maybe those paths will split, you know.
Like a river tributary, gonna weave, weave some woe.
Trials, troubles, tribulations.
But all that we can do, is do what we can, with what we got.
Take life in full, do the best with what we got.
And laugh. Laugh.
You gotta find it in your heart to keep on lovin'.
Keep on Lovin'.
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Alabama Rds.
02:54
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Driving down those Alabama roads.
Can't seem to get you off my mind.
Asking myself why, oh why, did I spend the night? Did I spend the night?
'Cus he's simply irresistible to me. To me.
Well I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame, well I'm drawn, drawn, drawn.
Like a moth to the back porch florescent light, ooh I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone.
Most of me knows no good will come, no good will come of giving you my time.
But he's simply irresistible to me. To me.
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Simply irresistible to me. To me.
Driving down those Alabama roads.
Can't seem to get you off my mind.
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Bells
00:42
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But A Human
03:44
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Well it's not in, in your talking and it's not in, in your walking.
Well it's in, in your soul rising up, up through ya. Up through ya. Up through ya.
Baby in your soul, rising up. Rising up, up through ya. Your future sons rising up, rising up, up through ya. Up through ya.
Well and I am but a woman, in the world.
Well and I am but a human, nomad soul.
Rise on up, keep on going. Yes you know, you got it.
Well and sometimes I arrive boy at you door, baby on the floor. I arrive at your door, but I'm on the floor, right on the floor.
But I am happy, oh I am happy. Well I'm happy, happy waiting. I am happy, happy waiting outside of, of your door. Well it ain't your door, that's every body's door.
Well and I am but a woman, in the world.
Yes and I am but a human, nomad soul.
When we don't see no more, no more doors.
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Prickley Pear
03:33
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Well today I'm going to be a hermit.
And I'm sorry if my prickly nature brings you down, that ain't my intention.
Well a friend once said, that the prickliest of pears can be the sweetest on the, on the inside.
Well and sometimes all I wanna do is go inside.
That tapestry my mama gave, she gave to me, it's a tapestry of mount Fuji.
My mama gave me a tapestry of mount Fuji, of mount Fuji.
And the feeling that I get, when I look, look into it. It makes me happy
Oh ya and sometimes all I wanna do is express to you how it makes me feel. Those color dreams, those color schemes. I wanna take you to the boats in, oh lets go to the boats in, to the boats in, the boats in Japan.
Well I been wading through that mud, of my inner violence, coming to silence.
That man in me wants to get out, get out, get out and be loved, loved freely.
And that man in me loves the woman in you. And the woman, ooh, she's feeling a 'lil grumpy.
Day by day it gets a 'lil clearer. Day by day I get a 'lil nearer. Day by day.
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Riverside Dr.
03:25
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Well lets go for, for a drive drive, round the bend on Riverside Dr.
But our wheels ain't that wide, wide. So we'll just go on a bike ride. Bike ride, oh!
Going out, woo hu hu, wheels are thin lord, but thick coats we'll be in. Watch the sunset gild our eyes. On the bridge til that moon rise. Moon rise. Watch the sunset gild our eyes. On the bridge til that moon rise. Moon rise.
The falling leaves, I watch them float to the ground.
And my mind becomes them, in their soft motion going down.
I see my love, is all around.
My love is all around, oh my love is all around.
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Golden Ours New Orleans, Louisiana
(Above photo by Rowan Thornhill, visit rowanthornhill.com)
-Many Thanks-
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