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simple as fuckSunnuntai 11.01.2015 20:01

I was born in Dixieland
Unreconsrtucted till the end
In Carolina I was raised by my grandaddy and my daddy's ways
They both taught me right from wrong
How to fight and how to get along
But my own life is almost gone - in Southern ground I belong.
My final hour is drawing near
So friend come sit by me right here
Lets laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol days before I die.
Please give your word this vow you'll keep,
when I return to earth to sleep
Let me dream forever under Southern land
With a Dixie flag tied in my hand.

Friend when my time is come,
before they lay me down to rest
Friend in my time of darkness,
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground.

One last look at the countryside before I close my weary eyes.
Southern air for my last breath.
Oh come my sweet angel of death!
Sing Dixie while they bury me, so I'll hear it for eternity.
I can feel the reapers touch!
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Friend when my time is come,
before they lay me down to rest
Friend in my time of darkness,
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground.

(Oh I wish I was in the Land of Cotton)

Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand.
I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground.

heil to the voodoo kingLauantai 10.01.2015 01:02

walking on cobbled stones, little bits of skin and bone
jumping on a tram car for ride
I can remember then, I was just a boy of ten
hanging around the old quayside
now all the capstans and the cargo boats
and stevedores are gone
to where all the old ships go
but memories just like the seas live on

'cause that was when coal was king,
the river was a living thing
and I was just a boy but it was mine,
the coaly Tyne

for this was a big river,
I want you all to know that I was proud
this was a big river but that was long ago,
that's not now, that's not now

my father was a working man,
he earned our living with his hands
he had to cross the river every day
he picked up a union card out of the Neptune yard
mouths to feed and bills to pay
then came a time for him to sail across the seas
and far away
and finally when that war was won
you brought him home and home he stayed

and when his days were done, under a golden sun
you took him back to where he longed to be,
back to the sea

for this was a big river,
I want you all to know that I was proud
this was a big river but that was long ago,
that's not now, that's not now
that's not now

the Neptune was the last to go,
I heard it on my radio
and then they played the latest number one
but what do they do all day?
and what are they supposed to say?
what does a father tell his son?
if you believe that there's a bond between our future
and our past
then try to hold on to what we had,
we build them strong, we build to last

'cause this is a mighty town,
built upon a solid ground
and everything they tried so hard to kill,
we will rebuild

for this was a big river
I want you all to know that I'm so very proud
this was a big river but that was long ago,
that's not now
and this is a big big river,
and in my heart I know it will rise again
the river will rise again

heil to the voodoo nirvanaLauantai 10.01.2015 00:24

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air

Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into

And it's what it is
It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down

The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone

And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you

And it's what it is
It's what it is now
What it is
It's what it is now

There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours

On Charlotte Street I take
A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell

And it's what it is
It's what it is now
Oh it's what it is
What it is now
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