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I Was Meant to Be With You

Diamond Rio

Close to the Edge

1992

on the breeze
It waited till the time was right
Then it found you and me

It must be written on a block of stone
Buried by sand in an ancient land
Carved

How I'm made
Ya we came from dust
Crafted by time
Now my mind is mad dangerous

Easter-Famale voice written by Simmy Makhijani
-Chorus’ based on old world prayers






Seed and root, bud and stem
Spear to cauldron, lance

stones in hand
My body forced to pull this weight
And time and time again
This rifting in the sand
Pillar by pillar
Break under the weight

But I refuse

Chorus:

Father/Son livin’ on the run / just a modern day love story, livin’ by the gun /
Father/Son stayin’ on the run / just some modern day

CONTROLLED BY HATE
THIRSTY FOR POWER AND SENSELESS REVENGE
DOWN TO BASEMENTS
FROM A PAST OF DECAY
WHERE TERROR WAS BURIED
BUT THE SEQUELS REMAIN
 
DYSTOPIA

In the dusts of time
lies a dead civilization
ruins of a mighty city
forgotten for a thousand years

It was just a common day
People livin' their

Smoke and dust, buried in slaughter
Heavy silence, veils your shout
Take your breath, it is all over
Smoke made stars fade out
Stand alone
Rest in

I pity the trees that hold up the sky
That stand with crooked shoulders 
And watch as the world goes by
And are you feeling lonely 
Living at the end

send you
Straight
To
Hell
Years go by and the stranger gets old (Old)
As times gone by his heart's gotten cold
One last job then he's out and he's done

to stand against any storm
But the day the sweat dries up
The soil dries up
And whole civilizations are buried in dust

Work, work, work hard work
There is

soul formed the labyrinth for demons to come

The king returns to his abandoned castle
To halls of betrayed and slaughtered gods
Buried by the time

I rose up covered in gold dust
I woke up
Fresher than I ever have
If you could ever measure that
Felt like I never had a chance
To sit back
Much love

Pick Yourself Up

Fred Astaire

Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers at RKO

1998

To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.

Nothing's impossible I have

Pick Yourself Up

Rosemary Clooney

Mothers & Daughters

1997

To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.

Nothing's impossible I have

The Cool

Lupe Fiasco

Food & Liquor

2006

He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two

still make me blush 
Even when I'm buried in the dust 

The time you smudged my left hand 
You were so upset 
But it's okay 
I'm yours this way 

Someday

Daddy's on the back porch
playing with a blow torch
standing by the front door
Avon Ladies For the Poor
Meanwhile Mama smiles,
"Get your lover down

into space dust
'Cause I'll still love you when we're buried in the soil
Six feet under, from our bodies
Watch the flowers grow
I'll miss the most

You finally crossed the line
No sense in wasting time
We stand together side by side
It's not a training exercise
Boys buried under a cross
Say

feasts
So grew in my heart
The dread of that evil hour
Thus, in time it became
Painful to love

And thus, joy faded into horror
And the most beautiful

the human race.
Now eviscerate.
Never leave this place.
Moon dwellers shall reign.

Torn to pieces. Buried by white dust.
Never to rot. On the crescent.

to flow
Prosperous some time ago
Is devasted and dead with no more soul
All the trees have dried
All the soils have died
Right after the dust storm
These

Buried heads beneath the sand
Watch the world become a waste land
Time has run over
The hourglass turned around
The weight's on your shoulder
Digging