 | Pete Seeger, Theodore Bikel & Rashid Hussain - Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream LYRICS: Last night I had the strangest dream I never dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war I dreamed I saw a mighty room The room was full of men And the paper they were signing said They'd never fight again And when the paper was all signed And a million copies made They all joined hands and bowed their heads And grateful prayers were prayed And the people in the streets below Were dancing around and around And swords and guns and uniforms Were scattered on the ground Last night I had the strangest dream I never dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war Words & Music by Ed McCurdy Theodore Bikel (an Israeli actor) and Rashid Hussain (a Palestinian poet) on Rainbow Quest with Pete Seeger (No. 29) |
 | I Come and Stand at Every Door I come and stand at every door But no one hears my silent tread I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead, for I am dead. I'm only seven although I died In Hiroshima long ago I'm seven now as I was then When children die they do not grow. My hair was scorched by swirling flame My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind Death came and turned my bones to dust And that was scattered by the wind. I need no fruit, I need no rice I need no sweet, nor even bread I ask for nothing for myself For I am dead, for I am dead. All that I ask is that for peace You fight today, you fight today So that the children of this world May live and grow and laugh and play. -- Nazim Hikmet |
 | I Come And Stand At Every Door A poem by Turkish Poet Nazim Hikmet |
 | Bone thugs n Harmony - acapella Bone thugs n Harmony, 1st of da month acapella....... Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day, and I won't fuck with my wife. Why? 'Cause it's the first of the month. And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin', come, come, we got the blunts and rum. From jumpin' all night, we high. Hit up the block to where? East 99. I get with my nigga to get me some ye-yo. Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'ded. Fiend for the green leaves. Give it up, it's the first for sure. Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. If you can't get away, better toss that ye-yo, keep your bankroll. Yeah, we havin' a celebration. Love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind, I'm down for mine, crime after crime. Fin to creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill. If we got the food(ooh), you know it's the first of the month, and my nigga, we chills for real. Bizzy: Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed. She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps. Watch and make sure no one snatches my check." Nigga, that's the mailman. Sort through the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. Then I be hittin' the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. But ain't no bucket, ride that RiTA, hop on the ten to the Clair, ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs, and I cash that dub. Man, I gotta get there. Playa-playa, holla, holla, St.Clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or off on the Glock-glock for some dollars, so get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke it. Hittin' that reefer, hydro. Been known to cut, so fuck them po-po. Toss all that ye-yo,with a bone and say ho. Runnin' through the alley,(and into the malley) , hop on the second to sundown. Nose run from January,November, December, I'm lovin' the first of the month. Wish: It's the first of the month. Gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that I claim, and I slang on the double nine. Now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty. Can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner, nigga, you's a goner. St. Clair niggas don't like that. And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money, come back, nigga, get pap pap. From the first to the fifteenth niggas smoke plenty weed, but I gotta save, gotta come up. Put my rocks in the cut. When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt. Time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to the stash. Gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me. See, the whole block, spend a couple bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first]. Layzie: Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin', I'm yawnin', lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then I can kick it with my trues. But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on. Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone, "Wanna know, did you're O.G. check come?" [Krayzie: "She put me down."] "I'm a hop on the bus with Biz." [Krayzie: "You know, let's get drunk."] And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk--nigga, T, just put me down. Oh, God, how I love when the first come around, now, me feelin that black and mild. Head across town, 'cause nigga the first get celebrated. Rushin' to the block, 'cause I wanna get faded. Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm need me hair braided. We heavy off into this game. True to the first, just call me that cus slang: them records from east & west,cuz making money, all across the world mang. The first be the day for the dopeman slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight but i got to make a life,so i ask the lord to keep my my boys sight . And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs, 'cause I got them rocks for them pipes. Come, come up with them ends. I gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff. You're live with the Bone thugs, Poetic Hustla'z, and the Graveyard Shift on the first. |
 | The Byrds - I Come and Stand at Every Door I come and stand at every door But no one hears my silent tread I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead, for I am dead I'm only seven although I died In Hiroshima long ago I'm seven now as I was then When children die they do not grow My hair was scorched by swirling flame My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind Death came and turned my bones to dust And that was scattered by the wind I need no fruit I need no rice I need no sweets nor even bread I ask for nothing for myself For I am dead, for I am dead All I ask is that for peace You fight today, you fight today So that the children of this world May live and grow and laugh and play |
 | The Buccaneers LIVE at the Calgary Folk Club - A-Cappella The Buccaneers perform 2 a'cappella tunes at the Calgary Folk Club on November 23, 2007. I want To Go Home is the first song and Pull Down Lads is the second song. |
 | McGuinn, Clark & Hillman - Don't You Write Her Off Three members of the Byrds, McGuinn, Clark & Hillman. Don't You Write Her Off. BBC Old Grey Whistle Test, 1979. RIP Gene Clark. Better video quality than previously posted. |
 | In The Still Of The Night - Boyz II Men (Acapella Cover) Split Image and Rockfield collabo! jam session at Joel's for his birthday...haha...it was cold... Hope you enjoy! |
 | The Lovell Sisters in Hamar Their last song for the night. a capella :) |
 | [Why acapella] Harmony ver. (Less Vocal) Yunho sings the lowest part? very sexy... |
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