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Slow Motion Life
04:49
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Slow Motion Life
Got a kind of nostalgia,
for a time when the days were long
The trees were tall, the sky was blue
And the health was always strong
Those days are gone now and so the trees,
I feel so tired and the sky is grey
And the time flies faster and faster
With each passing day
I want to hear the mooing of cows
Instead if the beeping of the cars,
I want to hear the quacking of the ducks
Instead of the roaring of the trucks,
I want to live a kind of life,
Without stress, without strife,
A country life, a christian life,
Contendent life, Slow Motion Life
I've read a story of a man,
Who sat beneath the shady tree
He sat for days, he sat for nights
And then enlightenment came to him
I often feel just like that man
His name was Buddha by the way
Gonna sit right under some shady tree
Try not to move much anyway
I want to see the roses in my garden,
Instead of a bureaucratic warden
I want to see the fishes in my pond
Instead of a corporate bond
I want to live a kind of life,
Without stress, without strife
A country life, a Buddha's life
An ideal life, Slow Motion Life
I'm looking at the sea of lights,
Looks like they're lit from single candle,
Some lights are dim, some lights are bright
And some of them have wooden handle
Where are you hurrying to? Slow down your pace
Are you bound to win in the human race?
Take a look around, it's too much strife,
Too much poison in this fast food life,
I want to hear the mooing of cows
Instead of the beeping of the cars,
I want to hear the quacking of the ducks
Instead of the roaring of the trucks
I want to live a kind of life, w
Without stress, without strife,
A country life, a quiet life,
Slow Motion Life is a happy life
Slow motion life
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Evening Legal
03:38
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Evening Legal
You hear the ringing of the bells across the river
The sun is sinking low, the day is passed and gone
You walk along the narrow streets of this old city
No place for you to rest, no distance left to run
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening legal
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening standard
You see the plane up in the sky heading for nowhere
You lit another cigarette, is it aloud?
You think you recognise the face, you must be joking
The past is in the swamp, the future is in cloud
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening legal
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening warning
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening gamble
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening legal
Try not to cry
When Life's gonna pass you by
Give one more try
Don't give up without fight no, no
Start once again
And you will get the helping hands
And the ground, ground to stand
You will win in the end, I know
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening legal
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening glory
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening ramble
Oh it's okay, It's only the evening legal
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Danville Fair
05:54
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Danville Fair
Won't you take me out to the Danville Fair,
Where the ginger rolls are sweeter than the sweet
Oh, Danville Fair, Where the funny horse would ride us all for free,
You see, It would ride you and me
Please take me out to the Danville Fair,
Where the monkeys dance and they dance for all to see
I can't take you out to the Danville Fair,
Where the ginger rolls are sweeter than the sweet
On the Danville Fair, yes the funny horse would ride them all for free,
You see, just won't ride you and me
Best forget about the Danville Fair,
Yes the monkeys dance, but they just don't dance for us
No Danville Fair, no more fairs for the likes of us
They won't let us near for all the reasons of their own
I will try and go yet to the Danville Fair,
Taste the ginger rolls that are sweeter than the sweet
Just go up there to see the things, to ride the funny horse for free,
You see, will ride it just for free
I'll try and go to the Danville Fair,
I'll see the monkeys dance and they will dance for me
Oh Danville Fair, see you soon and I won't be long
Don't give a damn for all the reasons of their own
"Don't go to the Danville Fair, they'll arrest you for breaking the law..",
No, I will go, if the law is wrong i don't have to abide
They won't stop me now and if i have to i will fight
"Don't even try, Cause it's the fight you cannot win..."
"Don't go to the Danville Fair, you've got no power against the rank and file..",
If they don't let me go, what's next? Will they order me not to breath?
"You'll get in trouble there, that the horse and the monkeys just ain't worth...",
I'll go that's all, what am I worth if I don't even try?
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The Last Painting of Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent Van Gogh he painted the world
And not a single painting he sold,
Cause he painted as he saw it
Through the prism of his mind
Only his brother Theo, he told him "Vincent,
Your work is great, but don't you drink so much absence,
They just don't understand you, cause you're ahead of your time"
And Theo gave him money, the last ones that he had,
Cause Vincent needed pallets and Vincent needed bread
He's gotta paint, he's gotta concentrate
As long as lightning is good and he's in the mood
As long as his eyes they're so blue and so wise
And his hand is firm, though his mind may roam
Now each of his painting is worth
Hundred millions dollars and more
And nobody ever saw the last painting of Vincent Van Gogh
Once he came downtown to the woman he knew,
She said "Why, it's Vincent, hello, how are you?
Your ear is bleeding won't you tell me what's happened to you anyway?"
And he gave her an envelope with his ear,
She said "What do you want me to do with this dear?",
He said "keep it safe, guard it night and day",
And Theo send him money often the last ones that he had,
Cause Vincent needed pallets and Vincent needed bread
He's gotta paint, he's gotta concentrate
As long as lightning is good and he's in the mood
As long as his eyes can tell the true from the lies
And his hand is firm though his mind may roam
Now each of his painting is worth
Hundred millions dollars and more
Still nobody ever saw the last painting of Vincent Van Gogh
He came from the wet field, his clothes in tatters,
Asylum keeper asked "what's the matter?",
He said "I've just shot myself, I'm okay, just bleeding a bit"
'I've gotta paint, gotta concentrate
As long as lightning is good and I'm in the mood"
Yes you gotta paint a seeker, a madman, a saint,
A missionary of colours and an out low of the parlours
A poet of starry night and a harvester of delight,
A sower who went insane, come on Vincent and paint
Now each of your painting is worth
Hundred millions dollars and more
So I doubt anyone will see your last painting of sadness,
Painting of madness, it will stay a great mistery.
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