blue
A bed of rose and sage these things
I give to you
And woe betide the one who doubts
And loses heart
Come let's away and we shall never part
Never »
Fade Away
Vicious Circle
by L.A. Guns
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Get out of my garden
Passion vine
Texas sage
Indigo spires salvia
Confederate jasmine
Royal cape plumbago
Arica palm
Pygmy date palm »
Datura
A Piano: The Collection [Barnes & Noble Exclusive]
by Tori Amos
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the canyon
With a heart that's light and free
For she's waiting there
My Texas blue Bonnet Queen
[Chorus]
Golden love light shines, my darling,
In »
My Sweet Texas Bluebonnet Queen
Old and Great Songs by Hank Snow
by Hank Snow
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Frost on the wheat grass
Frost on the sage
Frost on the aspen leaves
Steam on the lake
The blue autumn sky is turnin' colder by the day
Its »
Roundup Fire
Call You Cowboy
by Brenn Hill
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seh
Notn noh goh soh
Dat I'm a jus seventy odd years ole
Some seh I'm is a ghost
Some seh I'm is a sage
But nohbady noh really know
I'm riteful »
Di Good Life
Tings An' Times
by Linton Kwesi Johnson
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I've crossed the line
I've bent the rules
Home of the brave
Red, white, and blue
I've fought the fire
Running through my head
Stood by and watched »
40 Miles of Bad Road
Echoes of the Past
by Dead Moon
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mesquite and sage
His head never raised for a greeting
As he passed the Wickenburg stage
Ride, cowboy, ride
Don't ride too slow
Tucson's a mighty long »
Ride Cowboy Ride
More Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs
by Marty Robbins
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I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like »
It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City
Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.
by Bruce Springsteen
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I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like »
It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City
The Best of David Bowie 1974/1979
by David Bowie
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blues
Please just talk to me
Any old theme you choose
Just come and talk to me
Mr. Mystery, talk to me
You could talk like a fool-I'd listen
You »
Talk to Me
Don Juan's Reckless Daughter
by Joni Mitchell
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Odin, god of poets and warriors
One-eyed sage and master of Munin
Worshipped at nightfall and daybreak
By fathers beyond the millennial night »
The Liberation of Destiny
In Harmonia Universali
by Solefald
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With an ounce of gold and an ounce of sage
I'll give you beautiful dreams
I'll give you beautiful dreams
I'll put it right up front
I'll make you »
Broken Glass
The Restless Stranger
by American Music Club
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bathe nude
In the wind, metallic blue becomes our skin
Strange is the magic
The waters make no sound
Strange is the magic
We lay our bodies down
Love dark »
Of Ancient Memory (The Oblivion Seekers)
Thirteen Masks
by Jarboe
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Luther's windows
Are littered with nothing
A crystal, a picture,
A dead potted sage
A dusty white curtain,
The nose prints of a dog
A shot »
Luther's Windows
Up There Down Here
by The Badlees
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Monday mornin' feelin' so blue
When you get this down
Ain't but one thing left to do
Get me a big bag of reefer
Gonna ease my mind
I know my »
Blues for Maryjane
Mojo Gurus
by Mojo Gurus
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again, try again
Solar system..
(Nothing can touch you where you are)
Solar system..
Feel like grey space, oceans of blue
Sinking into »
Solar System
Shifting Sands of a Blue Car
by Jamison Young
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When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi
The sage of Rage is what rap did to me
To make me want »
Raw
Marley Marl's House of Hits
by Big Daddy Kane
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abolished
But the greatest teacher is a preacher
Whose mirror smiles and says to him....
[Chorus]
I am deeper than the deep blue sea, on a Thursday »
I Am
The Famous Outlaw League of Proto-Negroes
by Deep Dickollective
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Buddha-God, the sage shore
Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you
Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you
(You stuck by two »
New Improved
Visions of the Tenth Chamber
by Popa Wu
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to whatever it regards a (beat).
(In the niddle of the sage) I'm bustin like a 12 gauge.
You could never really do a nigga that hang you up that slip you »
My World
Everready
by "Brotha" Lynch Hung
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