Lyrics:
Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Lyrics: Grace Slick
He's stronger by talk than by sight
But by sight he'll know you
You buy him a ride he'll know you
The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small
-I'll aye ca' in by yon town,
And by yon garden-green again;
I'll aye ca' in by yon town,
And see my bonie Jean again.
There's nane sall
nuh
Full time you listen
Exercise righteousness and make we get God blessing
The war fi stop now
Whether jungle or garden
If a problem occur
Make we
at you now.
Look what you've done.
I can't promise you a rose garden.
Can you see her?
(This vision with closed eyes)
Watching you
(I'm not ready for
yesterdays
STRAWGIRL lost in the Savage Garden,
Waiting somewhere for someone to call
STRAWGIRL is there a lover who's searching,
crying, no one to notice
blossom if you keep growing gardens out of weeds
I'm tired of giving, giving, living like a lady in distress
But I don't need someone to save me
Not
watched, but not by
Well, I know your thoughts on the matter
And we don't need to discuss it
'Round three AM you will come to
Your roommate's pissed
school,
I see them around
August is here I can't believe how fast
Soon there will be winter and snow on the ground
Maybe by then I could get my own
Why don't you come up here with me?
Let Aphrodite take you by the hand,
And we can tell the future how it should be
When we set sail for Alexander's
this state of reflection
When you hand me whips and two by fours
I could never (bring them down, bring them down, bring them down)
And beat the same
Yeah
It's how we do
This a little story about uh
A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al
I can see you watching
Waitin in my garden
In my bushes
keep on singing from the tops of trees,
But the song's out of tune that drips from the breeze.
There's a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head.
This garden's growing hunger like your growing fly trap smile
This coming harvest season finds it's stretching on for miles
We do or kill most
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden
Last vision the lark is flame
The cattle shed gives off the smell of Sunday kitchen
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame.
The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen,
In a garden fair where roses grow.
In the tender light of the summer night,
I can see her wander to and fro.
For she said I'll wait by the garden
of his created fools
All truths will be revealed
Mortality is sealed
In god's name it's believed that we should thank him
When on this blackened day by
Weed haffi get sun bud can't replace
Better dem sell it by the pound
Or ship it by the crates
Weed haffi get sun bud can't replace
Rizzla white like
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
Some like a night at the movies, some like a dance or a show
Some are content with an evening spent home by the radio
Some like to live for
day one
Kids in the garden' playin'
Games heaven' fun
Excitin' and amazin' havin'
A real friend of mine
Feel my heartbeat and for
Real friend
of stones that you throw.
A neighbor was passing my garden one time
She stopped and I knew right away
That it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her
Some like a night at the movies, some like a dance or a show
Some are content with an evening spent home by the radio
Some like to live for
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