Copy of Related tracks: When I First Met You Jxcky

The Cremation Of Sam McGee by Robert Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The  Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest thing they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; 
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he said me with a moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through (to)  the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore that I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

I don't know how long in the snow I wrestled with my grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced 'bout ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I said: "I will just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, it's time I looked"; and then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

The Cremation Of Sam McGee

It's easy to manipulate a mind that's been corroded
Visual stimulation keeps the senses overladed
Everything is yours to take
Everything is yours to break
Nothing matters long as you get everything you want

When it's too good too be true
That's when they'll come for you
When it's too good too be true
Everybody knows 
It's a Trap!

Give your money to me
Open you hearts 
Open your wallets

One hundred percent of proceeds will go to me

It's A Trap!

Para escuchar la versión de Manuel Palomino  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/hoy-te-canto-papa-feat-manuel-palomino

Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/hoy-te-canto-papa

Para escuchar Mamá https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/mama

Hoy te canto, papá.

Cuando cantaba Mamá
en tu mirar tristeza leía.
No sé si sería verdad
o es que a mis ojos les parecía.

Piensas que puedo querer
más a mamá: no estás en lo cierto.
Los dos para mí sois un ser
pues desde entonces estoy existiendo.

ESTRIBILLO

Y de niño yo recuerdo...
que me sentabas junto a ti,
y me contabas unos cuentos
que solías “discurrir”.
Yo te miraba boquiabierto
y tú sonreías feliz.

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Siempre me siento feliz
cuando a mamá le haces caricias.
Jamás se os vio discutir
ni enfadaos ni por tonterías.

Gracias por todo papá
por tu bondad, por tu cariño.
También por saberme educar
y dirigirme hacia el buen camino.

ESTRIBILLO


Today I sing to you, dad.

When Mom sang
and in your look sadness read.
I don't know if it would be true
or is it that it seemed to my eyes.

Do you think that I can love
more to mom: you're not right.
The two of you are one being for me
Well, since then I have been existing.

CHORUS

And as a child I remember ...
you sat me next to you,
you told me some stories
that you used to "invent."
I was gaping at you
and you were smiling happily.

---------------------------

I always feel happy
when you caress mommy.
You were never seen arguing
do not get angry or even over nonsense.

Thanks for everything dad
for your goodness, for your affection.
Also for knowing how to educate myself
and direct me to the right path.

CHORUS

Hoy Te Canto, Papá (ver texto)

Every time I look in the mirror
I see less and less of me
There was a time when I believed
I could be anything I dreamed

I'm - not really sure anymore
I'm - not really sure anymore

I gotta get
Back to the treehouse
Back to the ball field
Back to the bicycle jump we made
When we were young and stupid
But we could fly

Summertime blankets
Covered with sand
An afternoon empire
From our lemonaide stand
We were young and stupid
But we could fly

Every now and then I remember
The spark I used to see
A world of limitless horizons
No boxes around me

I'm - not really sure anymore
I'm - not really sure anymore

I gotta get
Back to the treehouse
Back to the ball field
Back to the bicycle jump we made
When we were young and stupid
But we could fly

That summertime blanket
Fashioned into a cape
We'd soar from the roof
Despite the bruises and scrapes
We were young and stupid
But we could fly

released May 5, 2024
Written, Performed & Produced by John Mendenhall
©2024 John Mendenhall

Young & Stupid

Image by: https://www.freepik.com/free-psd/3d-rending-mike-playing-sport_23737126.htm

Kuzz Tchitchi Noisez - Retribution - Instrumental

Blue Sky

When I First Met You Jxcky

Les grands espaces sont balayés par le vent du Nord.
J’y ai enterré ceux qui ont osé venir me défier.

Ceci est ma terre.
Je ferai le nécessaire
Pour la garder.
J’ai abandonné 
Toute humanité
Par loyauté.

Un homme de la ville s’est présenté avec ses papiers.
Je les ai brûlés dans mon bûcher. Nul ne l’a trouvé.

Ceci est ma terre.
Je ferai le nécessaire
Pour la garder.
J’ai abandonné 
Toute humanité
Par loyauté.

Les Grands Espaces

prod. skyfd

the tides gon change (x11)
the tides gon-
CHANGE
YOU!
ONE TWO THREE FOUR!

hop out at shit!
uh
flippin a brick!
uh
making a bit!
uh
fuckin' a bit!
uh
making this money but feelin like shit
how did I win?
ton on my plate but I swear I went in
jit-
dozens of flows but the demon within
AH!

All these rappers are trash,
And I swear I'm in bag,
Member days I was bad,
But then I had grad,
Crept on up then I dash,
Yes his life was sad,
Went off on his dad,
TAKE NOTES!
I DON'T WANNA HEAR YOU COPE,
LAND OF FREE BUT WE'RE ENSLAVED,
YES I WANNA HEAR YOUR NAME,
WEAR MY VAPE LIKE A CHAIN,
NO STRINGS ATTATCHED I'M IN PAIN,
I'M IN PAIN,
AY

the tides gon change (x7)
the tides gon-
CHANGE
YOU!

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"Haunt You" is a single i recorded about a year ago, but felt it'd be a perfect track for halloween! let me know what you think! New Music Soon!

Haunt You

Chilling with...

3099 FR33STYLE [PROD BY MUTE MOB]

BANK THOUGH (WITH MAGINATION)

NOT THE SAME

#kencarson #loseit #remix #lose #it #skinnygodd

lose it remix (i walk in) ~skinnygodd

News Intro

For Jonathon Brandmeier's morning show.

Written by: Ron Snyder 
1990
Remastered 2021

http://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon

TIDES

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