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Red and Gold

Fairport Convention

25th Anniversary Concert

1994

Red and gold are royal colors
Peasant colours are green and brown
Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing
Red and gold when

still alive 
Red tide 
It's rising in my mind
Red tide 
It's time to draw the line

Red Tides running up the coast again
Red Tides running you beware my

I apologize for marching my muddy waters feet
on your pasty pat boone carpet, but my steps have been
made dusty from dancing in the dirt of the Delta

My time's growing old as I lose year by year,
a stale taste is clinging to friends, love and beer.
I feel my life dwindling, days running away,
I may

and far and far and keep on running
Feet already bloody
The heat getting hotter
The water wanted for dowsing
The air is literally pounding
The elders they

by day
They pressed weight on each one of them cases
I felt the aches turn to flames
The horses chased
Flintlock raised
The many courses raced, falling

the homeless...
I'm reinforcing squads, like Joker
Throwing molotovs, cars blast, in your playing Soca...
African flag, drag...
Drape like red carpets
Racists, call

PTK
YEA
Claim you my bleed
But you running like water
Shit crazy
Ya the streets outta
Started trapping
Sell by the quarter
Niggas copy
But they can't

we surrounded
Few around who about it

What this amount to
When it's surmounting 
Creating Abundance
Water my fountain
Uphill like I'm running 
To Top

in alley ways he knows, he’s home free past the barbed wire, 
the cops fly by,He hides in his church his desires,
To purge himself of the curse that

in alley ways he knows, he’s home free past the barbed wire, 
the cops fly by, He hides in his church his desires,
To purge himself of the curse that

swimming
In the water with beautiful women
Take it up the creek and I'm wearing Slik Lenin's

Back in my day wearing a cowboy hat
Traveling across the map

Put some hotter
We are now oppressors
And here we set
Come under the water, turn it red
We are the master of the game
We drown the creator, run you

Ooh hood Baby
Hood talk, uh woo, let's get it

Big gun gon' take some risks (Brr)
I'm with blue slimes and shit (Slimes)
Fiji water, gon' tap my

Pirhanas with water you come and you drown
My brother, my brodie we ride for my rounds
Got blicks got sticks in the car
Rich lil bitch doing dicks in the car

foggy I'm not your slave
It's time that I park it, Imma dock it, It's obnoxious
I'm at the red light, love in the cartridge
In and out this pear tree, I'm

Lake

Graham Coxon

The Golden D

2000

Hiawatha's Departure

By the shores of Gitche Gumee, 
By the shining Big-Sea-Water, 
At the doorway of the wigwam, 
In the early Summer morning,

running
(Tryna find a way out)
The drums keep banging in my head lord somebody help me
I might slip into the water and end up drowning

The streets don't

some games, red cups
And we kill this shit
Damn right we do
Drinking way too much like we're back in high school

Dancing by myself in this packed house

mates, some games, red cups
And we kill this sh**
Damn right we do
Drinking way too much like we're back in high school

Dancing by myself in this packed

(Mental) thoughts all up in my mental
(Shit) I'm seeing shit, being lead by the Devil
(Red) I'm soaked in red, my oppositions I feel vengeful
(Fuck)

The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before

go
I got your letter how I cried 
And turned to falling snow inside 

I'm sitting by the water many years from now
You should see our daughter 
Running

Little Red Caboose

The Countdown Kids

The Best of the Best Preschool Play Songs!

2002

You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train

Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last