Blood to the roots.... Red
All around the Old Oak
Deep into the ground they buried them
Indians of ancient times
Saw it as a holy shrine
Can you »
The Old Oak
In the Shadows
by Mercyful Fate
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By Robin Williamson
Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun
Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run
The air is cool as music »
Pacheco
American Stonehenge [Bonus Tracks]
by Robin Williamson & His Merry Band
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Poor, poor Lenore carried off by crows as she wandered alone where the red oaks grow.
Black, black were their beaks twisted in her hair and black »
Poor, Poor Lenore
In the Air
by The Handsome Family
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The sun inside your eyes sends me impossibly
Through seasons spilling fluid time like arteries of gold
Beside this tree of oak and moss most »
Meadow
Peter Buck Presents: The REM Collection, Vol. 3
by Espers
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slid under the floor
under the oak and the iron
with you under oak and iron
under the thick and under the thin
where only fire grows...
I forgot »
Several Sins
Junkyard
by The Birthday Party
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Follow you down to the red oak tree
As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
I will wait for you there until someone comes
To carry me, »
Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree
Early In the Morning
by James Vincent McMorrow
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cowboy in the land
But try they might as sure is right they'll wind up in the sand
A brag came up from Texas by the name of Too Oaks Tall
Was out »
Scene We All Ain't Saw
Rodeo Songs "Old & New"
by Chris LeDoux
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cooking wafting and blending
With that of red oak
Warm and sour
The kitchen floor is vinyl
And it's soaking wet
So is the bedroom
Of the mother
She »
Scamper
What Another Man Spills
by Lambchop
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The flying red horse from the gasoline wars
Took off from her station in the sun
Turning her back on the pack at the pump
She jumped down from »
Flying Red Horse
The Gypsy Life: Live
by John Gorka
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I often wish that I could see my old hometown once more
The old red school I went to with the little girl next door
I see that stopper bobbin' when »
Missouri
Have Guitar, Will Travel
by Eddy Arnold
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Down in the scrub oak country
To the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
A brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore, »
East Texas Red
Indians Cowboys Horses Dogs
by Tom Russell
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You can stand.
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
If you »
Buckets of Rain
Blood on the Tracks
by Bob Dylan
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Skin shop, red leather, hot line
Be prepared for the engaged sign
Bridal books, engagement rings
And other wicked little things
[Chorus:] »
Sunday's Best
Armed Forces
by Elvis Costello & the Attractions
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to turn them or pastures go see (seed)
They are gone where the forest of oak trees before
Have gone, to be wasted in battle.
Down from the green »
Dancing at Whitsun
Summer Solstice
by Maddy Prior
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The red River stills flows through my home town
Rollin' and tumblin' on its way
Swirling around the old bridge pylons
Where a boy fishes the morning away »
It's a Dream
Prairie Wind
by Neil Young
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you in red but most of all I love you in blue.
Honey, let me be your salty dog.
Floatin' down the river on an old oak log. What the hell's a salty »
Salty Dog
The Stewart Years
by The Kingston Trio
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Nuggets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love, honey baby, I can stand
I been down, high like an oak
I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke »
Buckets of Rain
Songs for the New Depression
by Bette Midler
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loved her from the start
How was I to know she?d have a cold black heart
Well Maggie was my true love, the only kiss I knew
I?d meet her at the oak tree »
Cold Black Heart
9th Ward Pickin' Parlor
by Shawn Mullins
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red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood
Vibes tug to run roam
Lit by mission moonlight
Kangas on that hillside
You are my life »
Korean Dogwood
Cripple Crow
by Devendra Banhart
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From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebony halls are always dark
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, »
Hallways of Enchanted Ebony
Pale Folklore
by Agalloch
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down my (now) shivering shoulders
In the rain my tears are forever lost
The darkened oaks are my only shelter
red leaves are blown by the wind »
The Apostle in Triumph
Orchid
by Opeth
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drive
Is where I felt most alive
The oak tree covered that old fort
I miss it, Lord
I miss it, Lord
These blood red eyes
Don't see so good
But »
These Days
Brothers
by The Black Keys
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baby, I can stand
I been meek, hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
And friends will arrive and disappear
You want me, honey baby, »
Buckets of Rain
Live from Austin TX
by Neko Case
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The ravens are on the wing!
My scramasax is red (stained with the blood of many Mercian warriors),
The ravens are on the wing,
By Offa's decree »
A Tale from the Deep Woods
Battle Magic
by Bal-Sagoth
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to turn them or pastures go see (seed)
They are gone where the forest of oak trees before
Have gone, to be wasted in battle.
Down from the green »
Dancing at Whitsun
Jean Redpath
by Jean Redpath
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