Music is Therapy
ost Malone performs new song “Yours” off his anticipated new country album F-1 Trillion (out August 16th). Pre-order now: https://posty.lnk.to/f-1trillion “A Night in Nashville” presented by Bud Light, was recorded live at Music Marathon Works in Tennessee on July 16th, 2024.
Published on Nov 25, 2011
Lyrics
A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o’er Lullaby Bay
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting
Waiting to sail your worries away
It isn’t far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the quay
The winds of night so softly are sighing
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain
Wave goodbye to cares of the day
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from Lullaby Bay
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain
Wave goodbye to cares of the day
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from Lullaby Bay
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Richard M. Sherman / Robert Sherman
Hushabye Mountain lyrics © Emi Unart Catalog Inc.
Published on Mar 31, 2010
Whoaaa!
Another day (adabadee, nigga)
I take your pain away
Some people talk about ya like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you tip it on the scene, yeah they talkin’ bout it
Cause they can’t tip on the scene
They just talk about it, t-t-t-talk bout it
When you get elevated
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
While they jumpin’ round ya
They trying to take all of your dreams
But you can’t allow it
Cause baby whether you’re high or low
Whether you’re high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby, whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
And I’m still tippin’ on it
See I’m not walkin’ on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain’t no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead, yeah
I’m talkin’ bout ya
Keep on blaming the machine, yeah
I’m talkin’ bout it
T-t-t-talkin’ bout it
I can’t complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin on it
We gettin funky on the scene
Yeah you know about it
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it
Then baby whether I’m high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby let me see you tight rope (tip, tip on it)
And I’m still tippin’ on it
You gotta keep your balance
Or you fall into the gap
It’s a challenge but I manage
Cause I’m cautious with the strap
Do damage to your cabbage that
A doctor cannot patch
Why you don’t want no friction
Like the back of a matchbook
Daddy Fat Sax will fold you
And your MacBook
Close shows, shut you down
Before we go-go backwards
Act up, and whether we high or low
We gonna get back-up
Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ
Sorta like a thong in an ass crack
Come on
I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers
But I’m another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain’t no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
Why you talkin’ ’bout it
J-j-just talkin’ ’bout it
Some callin’ me a sinner
Some callin’ me a winner
I’m callin’ you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean
Yeah I’m talkin bout you
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you
N-n-now whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
Whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
I’m gonna tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Mmm
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
High or low
(High or low)
I got to tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Now baby tip on the tightrope
You can’t get too high
(You can’t get too high)
I said you can’t get too low
(We can’t get too low)
Cause you get too high
(You can’t get too high)
No, you’ll surely be low
(No, you’ll surely be low)
1, 2, 3, ho!
Yeah, yeah
Now shut up, yeah
Yeah, now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis
Yeah, oh
We call that classy brass
Ohh ohh
Oh!Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Charles L Joseph / Janelle Monae Robinson / Nathaniel Irvin / Antwan Patton
Tightrope lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
“Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay”
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
“Nothing matters, Mary, when you’re free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity”
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Mooney Peter Henry
The Fields of Athenry lyrics © Unknown Publisher
The banks of my own lovely Lee How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot’s vision seem’d bright Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay. When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow Down the Mardyke through each elm tree, Where I sported and play’d ‘neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. And then in the springtime oflaughterr and song Can I ever forget the sweet hours? With the friends of my youth as we rambled along ‘Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers. Then too, when the evening sun’s sinking to rest Sheds its golden light over the sea The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee ‘Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song Its gems shed their light to the world And her faithful sons bore thro’ ages of wrong, The standard St. Patrick unfurled. Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best And my fond bosom’s partner with me We’d roam thy banks over, and when weary we’d rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, We’d roam thy banks over, and when weary we’d rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline To seek shells on thy sea- girdled shore. While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine Brings longing for freedom once more. Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave Is that my last crimson drop be for thee, To moisten the grass of my forefathers’ grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee To moisten the grass of my forefathers’ grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee
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