Two million bushels of North African grain Resold to Germany for Swiss francs, Paid for by a consortium of banks With a deal in futures that the Stock
Early in the morning, Just as the sun was rising Adam started inventing things, And the results were surprising. Later in the morning The sun was getting
It's gonna take everybody to win this war, The butcher and the baker and the clerk in the store, The guys who sail the ships and the guys who run the
You know this language that we speak, Is part German, Latin and part Greek Celtic and Arabic all in a heap, Well amended by the people in the street Choctaw
I never had a pocket full of money, I never had a ruby red ring, All I ever had was you, babe, To sit and listen to me sing. I've got those blues, Those
The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying us back to the Mexican border To pay all our money
We are 5,000 - here in this little part of the city We are 5,000 - how many more will there be? In the whole city, and in the country 10,000 hands Which
We are down in Washington Fighting against an age-old sin Nothing but mass murder Done by age-old men. [Chorus:] Everybody's got a right to live Everybody
One sudden warm day in June, We drove far out in the country, We parked our car along the highway, And strolled across the meadows. Just the two of us
I heard the song Of the world's last whale As I rocked in the moonlight And reefed the sail. "It'll happen to you Also without fail If it happens to me
Franklin D., listen to me You ain't gonna send me 'cross the sea. 'Cross the sea, 'cross the sea You ain't gonna send me 'cross the sea. You may say
From way up here the earth looks very small, It's just a little ball of rock and sea and sand, No bigger than my hand. From way up here the earth looks
Mister Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potato Then he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skins; The busboy comes and
Crawly creepy little mousie, From the barnie to the housie. In the pantry under the shelf! Found some cheese and helped himself. Nibble nibble nibble
Die Gedanken sind frei My thoughts freely flower, Die Gedanken sind frei My thoughts give me power. No scholar can map them, No hunter can trap them,
Goliath, Goliath, bound in steel Goliath, Goliath, fell in the field A beardless boy not fully grown Brought him down with a sling and a stone. Goliath
[Chorus:] Inch by inch, row by row, Gonna make this garden grow. Gonna mulch it deep and low, Gonna make it fertile ground. Inch by inch, row by row,
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