Tom Dooley

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Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Poor boy you’re bound to die.

I met her on the mountain
And there I took her life
I met her on the mountain
And stubbed her with my knife.

Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Poor boy you’re bound to die.

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I’ll be
Hadn’t it been Fort Grason
I’d been in Tennessee.

Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Poor boy you’re bound to die.

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I’ll be
In some lonesome valley
A hangin’ on a white oak tree.

Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Poor boy you’re bound to die…

THE KINGSTON TRIO- " TOM DOOLEY " ( W / LYRICS)

Wonderwall

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Today is gonna be the day
That they’re gonna throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don’t believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there
Are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don’t know how

Because maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realised what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way
Are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don’t know how

I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall

I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall

Said maybe
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
You’re gonna be the one that saves me

El Condor Pasa

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I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would
If I could, I surely would
Hmm mmm

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would
If I only could, I surely would
Hmm mmm

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound, its saddest sound
Hmm mmm

I’d rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would
If I could, I surely would

I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would
If I only could, I surely would

Paul Simon and Arthur Garfunkel – El Condor Pasa (If I Could) Live

Sounds of silence

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Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted
In my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light that split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share and no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

Fools said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said, ‘The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls and tenement halls’
And whispered in the sounds of silence

"The Sound of Silence- original version – Simon and Garfunkel

What shall we do with the drunken sailor?

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What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

REFREIN:
Hoo-ray, and up she rises
Hoo-ray, and up she rises
Hoo-ray, and up she rises
Early in the morning

2. Put him in the long boat until he’s sober

3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over

4. Take him and shake him and try to awake him

5. Give him a dose of salt and water

6. Shave his belly with a rusty razor

7. That´s what to do with a drunken sailor

Drunken Sailer – Irish Rovers

All of me

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What would I do without your smiling mouth
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down
What’s going on in that beautiful mind
I’m on your magical mystery ride
And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright

My head’s underwater
But I’m breathing fine
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

REFREIN:
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh

How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I’m around through every mood
You’re my downfall, you’re my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can’t stop singing, it’s ringing, in my head for you

My head’s underwater
But I’m breathing fine
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

REFREIN:
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh

Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it’s hard

REFREIN:
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh

I give you all of me
And you give me all, all of you, oh

 

John Legend All Of Me Lyrics

Hallelujah

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Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
 

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

 
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
 
Hallelujah
 
You’ll say I’ve took the name in vain,
But I dont even know the name,
But if I did, well, really whats it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesnt matter which you heard
the holy or the broken Hallelujah
 
Hallelujah
 
I did my best, it wasnt much
I couldnt feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didnt come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my *tongue* but Hallelujah
 
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

HALLELUJAH – Leonard Cohen by World Idol Kurt Nilsen + LYRICS

Always look on the bright side of life

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Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you’re chewing on life’s gristle
Don’t grumble, give a whistle
And this’ll help things turn out for the best…
And…

REFREIN:
Always look on the bright side of life…
(Whistle -Whistle)
(2X)

If life seems jolly rotten
There’s something you’ve forgotten
And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you’re feeling in the dumps
Don’t be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle
– that’s the thing.

REFREIN:
Always look on the bright side of life…

For life is quite absurd
And death’s the final word
You must always face the curtain
with a bow
Forget about your sin – give the
audience a grin
Enjoy it – it’s your last chance
anyhow.

REFREIN:
Always look on the bright side of death…
Just before you draw your terminal breath…

Life’s a piece of shit,
when you look at it
Life’s a laugh and death’s a joke, it’s true
You’ll see its all a show,
keep ‘em laughin as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you

REFREIN:
Always look on the bright side of life…

REFREIN:
Always look on the bright side of life…

C’mon Brian, cheer up
Worse things happen at sea you know.
I mean – what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing
– you’re going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing.
Nothing will come from nothing
ya know what they say?
Cheer up ya old bugga
c’mon give us a grin!
There ya go, see!

Imagine

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Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
 
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
No greed or hunger
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
 
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one
 
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
Nothing to kill or die for
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
 
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

Tom Dooley

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REFREIN:
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die.
 
I met her on the mountain,
There I took her life.
I meet her on the mountain
and stabbed her with my knife.
 
REFREIN
 
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I’ll be,
If it had n’t been for Grayson,
I had been of Tenessee.
 
REFREIN
 
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I’ll be,
In some Lonesome valley
A hanging on a white oak tree.
 
 

The Kingston Trio – Tom Dooley – 1958