50 Cent - Many Men [ DowhigaWoco 2025 Bootleg ]

About the hypicrosy of religious zealots, wrote after an arguement with my religious zealot brother 🤣 You plead for life is how theyre anti abortion but totes ok with killing others

You plead for life.mp3

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Lyrics: The Indian Burying Ground by Philip Freneau

[Verse]
In spite of all the learned have said,
I still my old opinion keep;
The posture that we give the dead,
Points out the soul’s eternal sleep.
Not so the ancients of these lands
The Indian, when from life released,
Again is seated with his friends,
And shares again the joyous feast.

[Verse]
His imaged birds, and painted bowl,
And venison, for a journey dressed,
Bespeak the nature of the soul,
Activity, that knows no rest.
His bow, for action ready bent,
And arrows, with a head of stone,
Can only mean that life is spent,
And not the old ideas gone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Thou, stranger, that shalt come this way,
No fraud upon the dead commit
Observe the swelling turf, and say
They do not lie, but here they sit.

[Bridge]
Here still a lofty rock remains,
On which the curious eye may trace
Now wasted, half, by wearing rains
The fancies of a ruder race.
Here still an aged elm aspires,
Beneath whose far-projecting shade
And which the shepherd still admires
The children of the forest played.

[Build-Up]
There oft a restless Indian queen
Pale Shebah, with her braided hair
And many a barbarous form is seen
To chide the man that lingers there.

[Chorus]
By midnight moons, o’er moistening dews,
In habit for the chase arrayed,
The hunter still the deer pursues,
The hunter and the deer, a shade!

[Post-Chorus]
And long shall timorous fancy see
The painted chief, and pointed spear,
And Reason’s self shall bow the knee
To shadows and delusions here.

[Chorus]
By midnight moons, o’er moistening dews,
In habit for the chase arrayed,
The hunter still the deer pursues,
The hunter and the deer, a shade!

[Outro]
To shadows... and delusions here.
The hunter and the deer, a shade!

Burying Ground

Lyrics: Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant


[Verse]
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.

[Pre-Chorus]
When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;

[Verse]
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature’s teachings, while from all around
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,
Comes a still voice - Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image.

[Chorus]
Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

[Bridge]
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone - nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings,
The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre.

[Verse]
The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods - rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man.

[Verse]
The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee.

[Chorus]
Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

[Build-Up]
As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men,
The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron, and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

[Outro]
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Thanatopsis

I'm allowed one not so serious track a year. At least. Gimme a break.

Return of the Yodal

I found writing lyrics a new outlet for my creativity. As such, you all will have to suffer through the thoughts that go through my brain. Travel safe.

While i'm responsible for the lyrics and the general end result, i should emphasize that the actual sound is created with generative AI. I chose the sound, the voice, the genre and delivery and the general guidance of song structure and instrumentation. Build Ups, Instrumental breaks, Drops etc. are all placed by me and given input as best as the AI can handle it. With more granular tools and a better control over the generated audio my personal input will grow as well.

Thanatopsis

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