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Jewel Box
I know you’re a woman
By the way you burn below
I’ll tell you secrets so good
You’ll never tell a soul
Come closer, that bonfire holds his life like stones
My years, my life unknown
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Jeff Buckley
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Cash, Culture And Violence
Yeah!
She says his power is what's happening
Well I'll be sure to be respecting nothing's stopping him
And to move up for him about crushing them
And I'll kick you plain and simple it's a sin man
Leave it to the coroner to detect this
And I'm sure the U.S.A. to wreck this
He drives a tricked out tricked out tricked out Lexus
And he looks at the city says I can take this
It's high into a corner where the one leads
Well it's so fucking high that your nose bleeds
They watch you break the nose out of respect
You broke the nose that is correct
The gates of hell are they closing in
The victim's family going condemn him
He said, "Ah don't trust them"
Yeah he'll show them
The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Poisoned like a rat who drank some strychnine gin
How many men can say they been allow this to happen
Bureaucratic military federation
Living dead will need to rise again
The delicate skipped it heard the rumble
And the legions that are timid lord they crumble
And consequently nothing but a concrete jungle
And lord I wonder
The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Nickels, diamonds, can't be found
There's no one, nothing, come straight down
Psychosomatic, come straight down,
You stopped cold from your nervous breakdown
Yeah!!!
The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
(Cash!!!... Culture!!! Violence!!!)
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Rancid
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Cash, Culture Violence
Yeah!
She says his power is what’s happening
Well I’ll be sure to be respecting nothing’s stopping him
And to move up for him about crushing them
And I’ll kick you plain and simple it’s a sin man
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Rancid
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Ruby Jewel Was Here
In nineteen and double-aught
A harlot who was hot to trot
Gave a fine little bijou to the world
With a blacksmith for a makeshift doc
In a cathouse far from camelot
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Allison Moorer
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Three King Fishers
Twelve king fisher birds shall you have
Dive and swim in the ripples of your laugh.
Oh, I dreamed you were a Jewel
Sitting on golden crown oh my head, my head, my head.
Look at the tiny oceans in-my hand
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Donovan
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Ugly Jewel
Deranged for Strange Ways
you Wait for the Sign
every Crossroads are False
Ways are Closed and Cold
you Wait for the Sign
hidden with Bloody Hands
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Silent Stream Of Godless Elegy
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Jewel In The Hand
New days come in to break the spell away
reality rains down on your parade
the closet skeletons all rattle on
throw in the towel before you've got to run
Jewel in the hand
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Grapes Of Wrath
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The Usurper
Lend me your steel-bearing hand
So I may reign the Jewel Throne
My soul feels the gods' demand
As the lost kings uphold my side
Blood and sand
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Celtic Frost
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Black Star
(Music: Regadas)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Black star, jewel of the night
Black star, burning bright
Magnificent sun, a beacon burning
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Carcass
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The Warmer Side of Cool
(jack hues)
Well I’m sitting on a hillside
On the warmer side of cool
With the future laid before me
Like a green and misty jewel
And to climb above the tree line
Is only for the fools
So they say
So they say
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Wang Chung
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