of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And so all the night-tide
I lie down by the side »
Annabel Lee
Talkin' to Your Heart
by Jim Reeves
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Swimming by default against the tide.
Through the sea.
Oh, Anna lee.
I can no longer pretend life is not in real time.
I am vibrating the air just for »
Anna Lee
You Are Awake or Asleep
by New Idea Society
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Annabel lee,
And so,all the night, tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by »
Annabel Lee
Joan
by Joan Baez
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this »
Annabel Lee
Closed on Account of Rabies: Tales of Edgar Allan Poe
by Marianne Faithfull
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The years and the seasons, the tide and the breeze
They come and bring their changes
So you call them all your enemies
Bobby lee, Bobby lee, I don't think I »
Bobby Lee
Songs for a Hurricane
by Kris Delmhorst
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I've wandered
Through this kingdom by the sea
I've laid myself beside the bones
Of my beautiful Annabelle Lee
I'll make my bed near the rising tide »
Annabelle Lee
Follow Me Down
by Sarah Jarosz
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Wheel gull spin and glide
You've got no place to hide
'Cause you don't need one
All along the lee shore
Shells lie scattered in the sand »
The Lee Shore
CSN [Box Set]
by Crosby, Stills & Nash
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Wheel gull spin and glide, you've got no place to hide
'Cause you don't need one
All along the lee shore
Shells lie scattered in the sand »
The Lee Shore
4 Way Street [Expanded]
by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
|
Wheel gull spin and glide, you've got no place to hide
'Cause you don't need one
All along the lee shore shells lie scattered in my sin
Winking up »
Lee Shore
Live
by Crosby & Nash
|
with Judge Lee
Playin' checkers at the gin
When I dream about the southland
This is where it all begins (from)
Carolina down to Georgia
Smell »
Sweet Southern Comfort
Buddy Jewell
by Buddy Jewell
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Ever since Miss Susie Johnson
Lost her jockey lee
There has been much excitement
And more to be
You can hear her moanin?
Moanin? night and morn »
Yellow Dog Blues
Broadcasting the Blues: Black Blues in the Segregation Era
by Bessie Smith
|
of you.
I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.
Low ebb tide and high, full moon.
Up close and distant.
I read you.
Look, the sky, »
Blue
Collapse into Now
by R.E.M.
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on in I'm
Sure glad to know ya
Don't let this old goat cross
In this Crimson tide t-shirt throw ya
It's cicadas making noise
With the southern voice »
Southern Voice
Southern Voice
by Tim McGraw
|
Words RW, music trad Irish: NancyÂ's Whiskey 1978
At age 14 they gave us training
To number off by threes and give salutes
To clean and fire the lee »
Lough Foyle
A Glint at the Kindling/Five Bardic Mysteries
by Robin Williamson & His Merry Band
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The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
The guests' seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be »
Big News I
Clutch
by Clutch
|
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye, Captain, aye
The guests seem more than pleased, how is the wine?
We shall be »
Big News 1
Haggard
by Clutch
|
the flatlands become flatlands
And the caravans collide
I'm just sitting 'neath the mango
Running a tide
Took a ride on a bin-train
50 cars or more
They say »
Daughters of the Northern Coast
Sons of Beaches
by Australian Crawl
|
The fog is rolling in,
The tide is high.
Diane's as fat can be,
Aye, Captain, aye.
The guests seem more than pleased,
How is the wine?
We shall be »
Big News
Heard It All Before: Live at the HiFi Bar
by Clutch
|
Said her name was Marie
From the banks of the lee
With the prettiest eyes my own had ever seen
Her hair like ripples
They danced with »
May the Living Be Dead (In Our Wake)
Drunken Lullabies
by Flogging Molly
|
better
than Vogretta lee (? no idea)
that's my plan, that's just forever
Clear weather for the apple of my eye
White violin under velvet sky
No more »
Sky Box
Let's Do It Again
by Camp Lo
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a clean pair of socks
and some fish for my gravy
(Lee Majors verse)
why
why is the world round
why do the suckas bite
why do the freaks come »
S.O.S.
Gravity
by Mos Def
|
I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you »
Get up Get Down
Gangsta's Paradise
by Coolio
|
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