yet another peg
Tightening our belts and girding our loins
So let's make an omelet of golden eggs
And you can toss some coins
Here's half a chance »
We Went Thataway
The Incomplete Glenn Tilbrook
by Glenn Tilbrook
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Parallel dimensions: on frequencies sublime.
Hidden for millennia to earthbound mind. girded with lies.
Reality until now. delusional abbreviation. »
Death at Both Ends
Sol Niger Within
by Fredrik Thordendal
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The minstrel boy to the war has gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's sword he is girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him »
Minstrel Boy
Casualties of Retail
by Enter the Haggis
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The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you'll find him
His father's sword he hath girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him »
The Minstrel Boy
The Rising of the Moon: Irish Songs of Rebellion
by Tommy Makem
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I am the exhalation of an end, of the baroque and the barren, of a speeding train.
the road as womb; Compass as timekeeper.
A gird entangled, »
My Geodesic and the Humming That Persists
Kill Your Cul-De-Sac/WNYU Live
by To Dream of Autumn
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The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind »
The Minstrel Boy
An Essential Collection
by The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
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The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind »
The Minstrel Boy
Finnegan's Wake
by Tommy Makem
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and girded with praise
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace
Whose robe is the light and canopy space
His chariots of wrath, the deep thunderclouds form »
O Worship the King
Hymns Ancient and Modern: Live Songs of Our Faith
by Passion
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It was all true
A parlor strode, and the night sets forever
I stray in the quiet cold
And you gird me when I dare to listen
Elastic meadow, »
Advent
Morningrise
by Opeth
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It was all true
A parlour strode, and the night sets forever
I stray in the quiet cold
And you gird me when I dare to listen
Elastic meadow, »
Advent
In Live Concert at the Royal Albert Hall
by Opeth
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silvered o'er with white
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves »
Theme to Wendel Stivers
Telephono
by Spoon
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They'll never stop our will to live
Free from pain and fear
They cannot bring us down
All your gird
Go out and justify the revolution »
Revolution
Revolution
by Revolution
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of muspel gird the field
Behind them Midgaard burns
Hrym's horde march from Nifelheim
And the Fenris wolf returns
Heimdal grips the Giallarhorn
He »
Tattered Banners and Bloody Flags
Twilight of the Thunder God
by Amon Amarth
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The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind »
Minstrel Boy
Global a Go-Go
by Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros
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The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind »
Minstrel Boy
The Rare Oul' Stuff
by The Popes
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unyielding
Wield the greedy weapons
Girded for battle
Under victorious banner
Ever more total
Ever more occult
Breaking the deafening silence
My voice »
Consecration
Hammer of Gods
by Angelcorpse
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The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His fathers sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind »
The Minstrel Boy
Danny Boy
by John McDermott
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splendor, and girded with praise
2. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace
Whose robe is the light and canopy space
His chariots of wrath the deep »
O Worship the King
Hymns Ancient and Modern
by Chris Tomlin
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silvered o'er with white
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves »
Theme to Wendel Stivers
Telephono/Soft Effects [EP]
by Spoon Fazer
|
It was all true
A parlour strode, and the night sets forever
I stray in the quiet cold
And you gird me when I dare to listen
Elastic meadow, »
Advent
In Live Concert at the Royal Albert Hall [DVD]
by Opeth
|
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His fathers sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind »
The Minstrel Boy
Danny Boy
by John McDermott
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Soldiers of fortune,
Kings of Hades,
In our quest for power unite,
Black messiahs,
Devastation angels,
gird our loins
Prepare to fight
With »
Hosanna in Excelsis
History of a Time to Come
by Sabbat
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and saying of wild farewells:
War! War! War!
High and low, all must go:
Hark to the shout of War!
Leave to the women the harvest yield;
gird ye, men, »
The Call
Vanguard Visionaries
by Country Joe McDonald
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this is weak.
Come on boys, gird up your loins.
And yes, I'm no qualified social theorist,
But I've got me a few ideas
I picked up while I was »
Pornography for Cowards
Song to Ruin
by Million Dead
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"The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp swung behind »
Shoot First
Home Again
by Judy Collins
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