Let those December winds bellow 'n' blow I'm as warm as a July tomato.
Peaches on the shelf Potatoes in the bin Supper's ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer, Taste a little of the summer, You can taste a little of the summer My grandma's put it all in jars.
Well, there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below Watch you head now, and down you go
And there's
Maybe you're weary an' you don't give a damn I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam.
Ah, she's got magic in her - you know what I mean She puts the sun and rain in with her green beans.
What with the snow and the economy and ev'ry'thing, I think I'll jus' stay down here and eat until spring.
When I go to see my grandma I gain a lot of weight With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate. She cans the pickles, sweet & dill She cans the songs of the whippoorwill And the morning dew and the evening moon 'N' I really got to go see her pretty soon 'Cause these canned goods I buy at the store Ain't got the summer in them anymore.
You bet, grandma, as sure as you're born I'll take some more potatoes and a thunderstorm.
Peaches on the shelf Potatoes in the bin Supper's ready, everybody come on in, now Taste a little of the summer, Taste a little of the summer, Taste a little of the summer, My grandma put it all in jars.
Let those December winds bellow and blow, I'm as warm as a July tomato.
trump can't have that
ain't gonna give it up
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qI_VkjbBLXo
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
The priest is prayin' for your soul And the doctor for your heart Someone tell me how to live Now that we must live apart Once we had a mother But that's all over now So wish her well and let her go Just as soon as you know how
It's a strange new world we live in Where the church leads you to hell And the lawyers get the money For the lives they divide and sell And the only truth believed in Is the one upon the screen So we live our lives like fugitives And we were born to live like queens
Once we all were daughters Now we'll never hear thy name I never think I could have learned I just turned into the game Don't send me no more letters With your ignorance and rage I don't want your tired religion Not a soul you need to save
It's a strange new world we live in Where the church leads you to hell And the lawyers get the money For the lives they divide and sell
It's a strange new world we live in Where the church sends you to hell And the lawyers get the money For the lives they divide and sell And the only truth believed in Is the one upon the screen So we live our lives like fugitives And we were born to live like queens
I hear some distant drumbeat A heartbeat pulsing low Is it coming from within A heartbeat I don't know A troubled heart knows no peace A dark and poisoned pool Of liberty now lost A pawn, an oppressor's tool
Oh my heart be strong And guide when eyes grow dim When ears grow deaf with empty words When I know there's life within
A gunfire shatters silence Where birds once sweetly sang A mother cradles a child now dead Now death where life began
From the troubled heart of South Africa Nicaragua 's festering sore The turmoil on the streets of china Death crying out for more
A change is slow in coming My eyes can scarcely see The rays of hope come streaming Through the smoke of apathy
But oh my heart be strong And guide when eyes grow dim When ears grow deaf with empty words When I know there's life within
May the spirit never die Though a troubled heart feels pain When this long winter is over It will blossom once again
SLAD, thanks for that nugget on getting the YT clips embedded correctly.
If you have never listened to Thievery Corp give it a try. A lot of their music resonates with RI. Song like: Building 7, Culture of Fear, False Flag Dub and others.
I saw them at Electric Forest last year and loved their show. They are on tour now and tickets to their shows are really cheap. Got some tickets for the Nov. Detroit show for only $35!
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Oh, father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Oh, we get what we deserve
And way down we go Oh, way down we go Say, way down we go Way down we go
Whoa, you let your feet run wild Time has come as we all go down Yeah but for the fall—oh, my— Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?
'Cause they will run you down, down 'til the dark Yes, and they will run you down, down 'til you fall And they will run you down, down to your core Yeah, 'til you can't crawl no more
And way down we go Way down we go Say, way down we go
'Cause they will run you down, down 'til you're caught Way down we go
Whoa, baby, yeah Whoa, baby Baby Way down we go Yeah
And way down we go Way down we go Say, way down we go Way down we go
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
I'm going down I'm going, down, down, down Down, down Yes, I'm going down, yes I'm going down, down, down Down, down Yes, I've got my feet in the window Got my head on the ground
Let me down And close that box car door Yes, let me down And close that box car door Well, I'm goin' back to Chattanooga And sleep…
I want to smash the faces Of those beautiful boys Those christian boys So you can make me cum That doesn't make you a Supreme Court Justice
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjXZrzmdnAE
So I ran faster But it caught me here Yes my loyalties turned Like my ankle In the seventh grade Running after billy Running after the rain These precious things Let them bleed Let them wash away These precious things Let them break Their hold on me He said you're really an ugly girl But I like the way you play And I died But I thanked him Can you believe That sick Holding on to his picture Dressing up every day I want to smash the faces Of those beautiful boys Those christian boys So you can make me cum That doesn't make you jesus These precious things Let them bleed Let them wash away These precious things Let them break Their hold on me I remember Yes In my peach party dress No one dared No one cared To tell me Where the pretty girls are Those demigods With their nine-inch nails And a little fascist panties Tucked inside the heart Of every nice girl These precious things Let them bleed Let them wash away These precious things Let them break Let them wash away These precious things Let them bleed now Let them wash away These precious things Let them break Precious, precious
Tell me what the hell do you know What do you know
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmWBrN7QV6Y
'Til your world burns and crashes 'Til you're at the end, the end of your rope 'Til you're standing in my shoes, I don't wanna hear nothing from you From you, from you, 'cause you don't know
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.