Lyrics:
So giving all the love you have
Never be afraid to show your heart
So giving all the love you have
There is a special reason, a special reason
In
.
Ain't no neighbours, upon our hill,
'Crept slight thigh Be-bop and old gumbo jill,
But I'm, Left Hand Luke and the begger boys,
Oh yes we are.
Ain't
one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
We are the priests
Of the Temples of Syrinx
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you get that happy feeling when you are stealing that extra bow
There's no people like show people, they smile when they are low
Even with a turkey
on the rock
Are innocent and they know not
That the tide comes in
Death rides it like a Viking
The mountains rise above the mist
And the golden prince I've
Black man, born free
At least that's the way it's supposed to be
Chains that binds him are hard to see
Unless you take this walk with me
Place
within?
Why must you come down off your high hill?
Throw my fate to the clouds and wind
Far away in a silent land
Secret thoughts are hard to bear
one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
We are the priests
Of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers
Fill
a kiss and a sigh
You dream of a new Carioca
When music and lights are gone we say goodbye
Two heads together, they say are better than one
Two heads
a kiss and a sigh
You dream of a new Carioca
When music and lights are gone we say goodbye
Two heads together, they say are better than one
Two heads
must you come down off of your high hill?
Throw my fate to the clouds and wind
Far away in a silent land
Secret thoughts are hard to bear
Remember me,
be true love just for you
You'll dream of a new carioca
Its theme is a kiss and a sigh
You'll dream of a new carioca
When music and lights are
Blessed are the one-way ticket
Holders on the one-way street
Blessed are the midnight-riders
For in the shadow of God they sleep
Blessed are
and jiggers,
They congregate here on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
Some are workin' their jiggers, while others are yarnin',
There's some standin' up
those dreams are drifting,
There's NO GOLDEN TOMORROW AHEAD.
I hope, sweetheart, that you'll be happy
along life's path you've chose to tread.
But
Clap your hands, everybody
If you got what it takes
'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know
That these are the breaks
Brakes on a bus,
at the sky.
It's for those who are wise.
It's for those who are wise.
And the west winds would blow.
They'd be singing to me.
They'd say, "Look, you,
She smiled and said if you are who I think you are I'd really like to meet you
I laughed and said if you are what I think you are I'd like to meet
All around old Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Some who wish they'd never been born
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
Fal deral
girls are silver;
All the widows are of copper,
And old women merely tin.
My neighbor across the highway
Used to be called Doa Clara,
And if she
Oh, people look around you
The signs are everywhere
You left him for somebody other than you
To be the one to care
You're lost inside your houses
Visiting is pretty
Visiting is good
Seems that all they ever wanted was a brother
This can be a secret
We can keep it good
Even all they ever
Black man, born free,
At least that's the way it's supposed to be;
The chains that bind him are hard to see,
Unless you take this walk with me
Things will never be the same
Still I'm awfully glad I came
Resonating in the shape of things to come
Never waiting when I know there's only one
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