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Posted: 2/7/2009 12:53:30 AM | Renegades of Funk - Rage Against the Machine
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
We're the renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades
Renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades
Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
Right down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then no renaissance came, and times continued to change
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X
They were renegades of their time and age
So many renegades
We're the renegades of funk (x4)
From a different solar system many many galaxies away
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like
Zulu nation
Revelations
Destroy our nations (x6)
Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
C'mon
We're the renegades of funk (x4)
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
'Cause we're poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
We're the renegades of funk (x4)
We're teachers of the funk
And not of empty popping
We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh
There was a time when our music
Was something called the Bay Street beat
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound
You had to be a renegade in those days
To take a man to the dance floor
Say jam sucker
Say jam sucker
Say groove sucker
Say groove sucker
Say dance sucker
Say dance sucker
Now move sucker
Now move sucker
(x2)
We're the renegades of funk | |
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Posted: 2/7/2009 9:24:22 PM | Show them to me
~ Rodney Carrington
Oh it seems to me this whole world's gone crazy
There's too much hate and killin goin on
But when I see the bare chest of a woman
My worrys and my problems are all gone
No one thinks of fightin,
When they see a topless girl
Baby if you would show yours too
We could save the world
Show them to me, show them to me
Unclasp your bra and set those puppies free
They'd look a whole lot better without that sweater, baby I'm sure you'll agree
If you got two fun bags, show them to me
I don't care if they don't match, or ones bigger than the other
You could show me one, and I'll imagine the other
Even if you're really old, theres nothing wrong
Don't be sad your boobs ain't bad, they're just a little long
Show them to me, show them to me
Lift up your shirt and let the whole world see
Just disrobe, show your globes and a happy man I'll be
If you got dos chichi's, show them to me
I've met a lot of them, but never one I've hated
Even if you've had thirteen kids and you think they look deflated
Theres no such thing as a bad breast, I believe this much is true
If you're a big fat man, I'm a titty fan, and I'd love to see yours toooo
Show them to me, show them to me
Just like the girls gone wild on T.V.
Just lean back and show your rack and I'll be in ecstasy
If you got two casabas, show them to me
Come on babay let me see - all the world will live in harmony
It'll do you good, it'll give me wood, we'll make history
If you love your country, I'm gonna say it one more time, I said if you love your country...
Then stand your ass up and show them big old titties to me | |
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Posted: 2/9/2009 11:20:26 PM | One Step Up
~Bruce Springsteen
Woke up this morning my house was cold
Checked out the furnace she wasn't burnin'
Went out and hopped in my old Ford
Hit the engine but she ain't turnin'
We've given each other some hard lessons lately
But we ain't learnin'
We're the same sad story that's a fact
One step up and two steps back
Bird on a wire outside my motel room
But he ain't singin'
Girl in white outside a church in June
But the church bells they ain't ringing
I'm sittin' here in this bar tonight
But all I'm thinkin' is
I'm the same old story same old act
One step up and two steps back
It's the same thing night on night
Who's wrong baby who's right
Another fight and I slam the door on
Another battle in our dirty little war
When I look at myself I don't see
The man I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line I slipped off track
I'm caught movin' one step up and two steps back
There's a girl across the bar
I get the message she's sendin'
Mmm she ain't lookin' too married
And me well honey I'm pretending
Last night I dreamed I held you in my arms
The music was never-ending
We danced as the evening sky faded to black
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Posted: 2/10/2009 6:20:07 PM | Badfinger - Without you
Well I can't forget this evening
and your face when you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile
but in your eyes your sorrow shows
Yes it shows.
Well I can't forget tomorrow
when I think of all my sorrow
I had you there, then I let you go
And now it's only fair
that I should let you know
What you should know
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore
Well I can't forget this evening
and your face when you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile
but in your eyes your sorrow shows
Yes it shows.
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore... | |
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Posted: 2/10/2009 6:34:19 PM | Goldfinger - Shirley Bassey
He's the man, the man with the Midas touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold finger
Beckons you to enter his web of sin
But don't go in
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her
It's the kiss of death ...
From Mister Goldfinger
Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold
This heart is cold | |
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Posted: 2/10/2009 6:49:14 PM | Wrapped Around Your Finger
The Police
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they would not teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold
Turned into a shining band of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
I will listen hard to your intuition
You will see it come to its fruition
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me
I will turn your face to alabaster
When you will find your servant is your master
Ohhh, you'll be wrapped around my finger... | |
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Posted: 2/10/2009 7:05:37 PM | Stiff Little Finger - The Vibrators
Hangs a naked light over your face shines electric ness upon your bed
if it wasn't for your stiff little fingers nobody would know you were dead
you never really did much living you mainly sat and watched your TV
I think it had you on remote control ticking over nicely
but you screwed up this time now you got to start from the bottom again
It's a serious game when you got to start from the bottom again
I want to be dead the optician said 20 20 but you stumbled round like you were blind
you never saw beyond your own 4 walls it's a shame you never saw the light
but you screwed up this time now you got to start from the bottom again
It's a serious game when you got to start from the bottom again
when you got to start from the bottom again
when you got to start from the bottom again
when you got to start from the bottom again
I'm gonna start now
I can't help but think of zombies when I listen to this | |
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Posted: 2/10/2009 9:23:22 PM | Finger Talkin'
~ Triumph
[Instrumental] | |
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Posted: 2/12/2009 5:30:22 PM | November Rain
~ Guns N' Roses
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this
Such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
yeahh
But lovers always come
And lovers always go
And no one's really sure
Who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time, on your own
Do you need some time all alone
Everybody needs some time on their own
Don't you know you need some time all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time on my own
Sometimes I need some time all alone
Everybody needs some time on their own
Don't you know you need some time all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody you're not the only one
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Posted: 2/12/2009 7:08:43 PM | With thoughts of another thread...
Blow The Man Down - traditional
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!
As I was a walking down Paradise Street
Way aye blow the man down
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow,
Way aye blow the man down
So I took in all sail and cried, "Way enough now."
Give me some time to blow the man down!
So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow
Way aye blow the man down
And yardarm to yardarm away we did go.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
But as we were going she said unto me
Way aye blow the man down
"There's a spanking full-rigger just ready for sea."
Give me some time to blow the man down!
But as soon as that packet was clear of the bar
Way aye blow the man down
The mate knocked me down with the end of a spar.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
It's starboard and larboard on deck you will sprawl
Way aye blow the man down
For Kicking Jack Williams commands the Black Ball.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
So I give you fair warning before we belay,
Way aye blow the man down
Don't ever take head of what pretty girls say.
Give me some time to blow the man down! | |
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Posted: 2/12/2009 7:15:25 PM |
With thoughts of another thread...
I'm hearin' ya...
Blow at High Dough
~Tragically Hip
They shot a movie once, in my hometown
Everybody was in it, from miles around
Out at the speedway, some kinda indies thing
Well I ain't no movie star
But I can get behind anything
Yea I can get behind anything
Get it out, get it all out
Yea stretch that thing
Make it last, make it all last
At least until the supper bell rings
Well the taxi driver likes his rhythm
Never likes the stops
Throes of passion, throes of passion
When something just threw him off
Sometimes the faster it gets,
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember,
The smarter it gets, the further it's gonna go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Whoa baby I feel fine
I'm pretty sure it's genuine
It makes no sense, no it makes no sense
But I'll take it free any time
Whoever fits her usually gets her
It was the strangest thing
How'd she move so fast, move so fast
Into that wedding ring
Sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember,
The smarter it gets
The further it's gonna go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything
Yea I can get behind anything
Well I can get behind anything
Sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember,
The smarter it gets
The further it's gonna go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing... | |
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Posted: 2/12/2009 7:23:06 PM | Juswatched the "Li'l Abner" musical & this song seems more appropriate now than when it was performed back in the '50's :
THE COUNTRY'S IN THE VERY BEST OF HANDS
From the Musical "Lil' Abner" (1956)
(Gene de Paul / Johnny Mercer)
Recorded by: Percy Faith; Shelly Manne;
Peter Palmer; André Previn.
Them city folks and we-uns are pretty much alike,
Though they ain't used to living in the sticks.
We don't like stone or cement, but we is in agreement
When we gets down to talkin' politics:
The country's in the very best of hands,
the best of hands, the best of hands.
[Note: the above two lines are interspersed among
all the verses and wherever else needed.]
The Treasury says the national debt is climbing to the sky
And govermnent expenditures have never been so high.
It makes a feller get a gleam of pride within his eye,
to see how our economy expands,
The country's in the very best of hands.
You ought to see the congress when it's drawing up a bill,
"Where as"'s and "to wit"'s are crowded in each codicil.
Such legal terminology would give your heart a thrill.
There's phrases there that no one understands.
The country's in the very best of hands.
The building boom, they say, is getting bigger every day.
And when I asked a feller "How could everybody pay?"
He come up with an answer that made everything OK,
"Supplies are getting bigger than demands."
The country's in the very best of hands.
Don't you believe them congressmen and senators are dumb.
When they run into problems that are tough to overcome,
They just declare a thing they calls a moritorium.
The upper and the lower house disbands.
The country's in the very best of hands.
The voters are connected to the nominee,
the nominee's connected to the treasury.
When they ain't connected to the treasury,
They sits around on their thigh bones.
They sits around in this place they got,
This big congressional parking lot.
Just sits around on their you know what.
Up there they call them their thigh bones.
Them bones, them bones gonna rise again,
Gonna exercise a franchise again,
Gonna tax us up to our eyes again,
If we gets them off of their thigh bones.
The farm bill should be 89 percent of parity,
Another feller recommends it should be 93.
But 80, 95 percent, who cares about degree?
It's parity that no one understands.
The country's in the very best of hands.
Them GOP's and Democrats each hates the other one.
They's always criticizing how the country should be run.
But neither tells the public what the other's gone and done.
As long as no one knows where no one stands,
The country's in the very best of hands.
They sits around in this place they're at,
Where folks in congress have always sat.
Just sits around on their excess fat,
Up there they call them their thigh bones.
They sits around 'til they start to snore,
Jumps up and hollers "I has the floor!"
Then sits right down where they sat before,
Up there they call them their thigh bones.
Them bones, them bones gonna rise again
So dignified and so wise again
While the budget doubles in size again,
If we gets them off of their thigh bones.
The money that they taxes us, that's known as revenues,
They compound up collaterals, subtracts the residues.
Don't worry 'bout the principle and interest that accrues,
They're shipping all that stuff to foreign lands,
The country's in the very best of hands. | |
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Posted: 2/16/2009 12:52:50 AM | Ten Years After I'd Love to Change The World
Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies
Tell me where is sanity?
Tax the rich
Feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more?
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding
Still more feeding,
economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey
Who needs money?
Monopoly
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
World pollution
There's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white
Rich or poor
Them and us
Stop the war
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you | |
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Posted: 2/16/2009 3:32:40 PM | Yeah, gotta get out on the prowl, and howl...yeah!
I wanna howl, I wanna prowl
I wanna go on out and dig my trowel
Oh mama, c'mon turn me loose
I need a trick, I need a kick
To get me runnin' make my motor tick
Oh mama, c'mon stroke my goose
Yeah, stroke stroke
Juice on the loose
Juice on the loose
Juice on the loose
Juice...I'm havin' trouble gettin' rid of my juice
Oh yeah
Don't need a pill, I need a thrill
I need a job where I can use my drill
Oh mama, c'mon turn me loose
'Cause I'm all wound up
I wanna bite, I'm wound up tight
I need to lose enough to put me right
Oh mama, c'mon stroke my goose
Juice on the Loose ~~ Rose Tattoo
Juice on the loose, you stroke it so good
Juice on the loose, I knew you would
Juice on the loose, look out for the juice
Havin' no trouble with my juice, anymore
Feelin' pretty good
Juice on the loose
Juice on the loose
Juice on the loose, look out sugar here comes the juice
Look out honey don't break it
Juice on the loose, that's alright for now
Juice on the loose, yeah wow wow wow!
Juice on the loose
Oh baby, havin' no trouble no more
Oh baby, oh oh, no more
I ain't havin' trouble honey...anymore
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Posted: 2/16/2009 7:00:59 PM | I just saw The Wrestler. Great movie. Anyhow, here's the song that plays over the ending credits, which I thought was a perfect fit:
The Wrestler - Bruce Springsteen
Two, three, four
Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free
If you've ever seen a one trick pony then you've seen me
Have you ever seen a one legged dog makin' his way down the street
If you've ever seen a one legged dog then you've seen me
(Then you've seen me) I come and stand at every door
(Then you've seen me) I always leave with less than I had before
(Then you've seen me) bet I can make you smile when the blood it hits the floor
Tell me friend can you ask for anything more
Tell me can you ask for anything more
Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and weeds
If you've ever seen that scarecrow then you've seen me
Have you ever seen a one armed man punchin' at nothing but the breeze
If you've ever seen a one armed man then you've seen me
(Then you've seen me) I come and stand at every door
(Then you've seen me) I always leave with less than I had before
(Then you've seen me) bet I can make you smile when the blood it hits the floor
Tell me friend can you ask for anything more
Tell me can you ask for anything more
These things that have comforted me I drive away (anything more)
This place that is my home I cannot stay (anything more)
My only faith is in the broken bones and bruises I display
Have you ever seen a one legged man tryin' to dance his way free
If you've ever seen a one legged man then you've seen me | |
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Posted: 2/18/2009 12:40:46 AM | Thanks for puttin' this song in my head now!
(Off to find some screaming metal rock to wash it all away)
- - - - - - - - -
Hey Ya!
~OutKast
One two three go!
My baby don't mess around me.
Because she loves me so.
And this I know for sure.
But does she really wanna.
But can't stand to see me
Walk out the door..
Don't try to fight the feelin'
Because the thought alone is killing me right now.
Thank God for mom and dad
For sticking to two together
'Cause we don't know how.
Heyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
Heyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
Heyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
Heyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
You think you've got it
Ohh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Til' there's nothing at all.
We stick together
Ohh, we stick together
But seperate's always better when there's feelings involved.
If what they say is "Nothing is forever".
Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes
then what makes, LOVE (Love exception)
So why you, why you, why you, why you, why you
Are we so in denial?
When you know we're not happy here.
Heyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
Heyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
Heyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
Heyyyy Yaaaaaa.
Hey, alright now
Alright now fellows, Yeah!
Now what's cooler than bein' cool? Ice Cold!
I can't hear ya'
I say what's cooler than bein' cool? Ice Cold!
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies!
Yeah!
Now we gonna break this thang down in just a few seconds
Now don't have me break this thing down for nothin'
Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Lend me some suga', I am your NEIGHBOUR
AHH HERE WE GO NOW
Shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it,
Shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Hey Ya.
Shake it,
Shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it,
Shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Hey ya
Hey ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya
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Posted: 2/21/2009 10:23:58 AM | The Bends
~Radiohead
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken.
I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
'cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?
My baby's got the bends - Oh no
We don't have any real friends - No no no
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the C.I.A.
The tanks, and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky high.
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.
I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race.
I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race.
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
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Posted: 2/23/2009 2:56:35 PM | Lily Allen doing a cover of Straight to Hell by the Clash... its awesome!!!
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Posted: 2/23/2009 3:05:40 PM | Joe Jackson: It's Different For Girls
What the hell is wrong with you tonight?
I can't seem to say or do the right thing
Wanted to be sure you're feeling right
Wanted to be sure we want the same thing
She said - I can't believe it
You can't - possibly mean it
Don't we - all want the same thing
Don't we
Well who said anything about love
No not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls
Don't give me love
No not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls
You're all the same
Mama always told me, save yourself
Take a little time and find the right girl
Then again don't end up on the shelf
Logical advice gets you in a whirl
I know - a lot of things that
You don't - you wanna hear some
She said - just give me something
Anything
Well give me all you got but not love
No not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls
You're all the same | |
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Posted: 2/23/2009 10:49:27 PM | It was an answer to a crossword puzzle today (Time to buy a life ! LOL)
Cryin'
Aerosmith
There was a time
When I was so brokenhearted
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine
The tables have turned - yeah
'Cause me and them ways have parted
That kinda love was the killin' kind
(so listen)
All I want is someone I can't resist
I know - all I - need to know
By the way I got kissed
I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do down on me
Now there's not even breathing room
Between pleasure and pain
Yeah you cry when we're makin' love
Must be one and the same
It's down on me
Yeah, I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind, girl I gotta say
We're partners in crime
You got that certain something
What you do to me takes my breath away
Now the word out on the street
Is the devil's in your kiss
If our love goes up in flames
It's a fire I can't resist
I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do to me
'Cause what you got inside
Ain't where your love should stay
Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain't love
'Til you give your heart away
I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' just to get you
Now I'm DYYYIIIIINNNN' to let you
Do what you do, what you do down on me
Baby, baby, baby
I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do down to, down to, down to
I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery | |
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Posted: 2/24/2009 4:18:55 PM | I'm thinking of those young offenders....
The Who - Who are you?
I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said 'You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away'
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair
chorus:
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin
I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way
Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ... | |
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Posted: 2/24/2009 5:00:18 PM |
It was an answer to a crossword puzzle today (Time to buy a life ! LOL)
52 across. A day late.
Cry to me - Solomon Burke
When your baby leaves you all alone
And nobody calls you on the phone
Ah, don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Well here I am my honey
Oh, come on you cry to me.
When you're all alone in your lonely room
And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume
Ah don't you feel like crying
Don't you feel like crying?
Ah don't you feel like crying?
Come on, come on cry to me.
Well nothing could be sadder
Than a glass of wine, all alone
Loneliness, loneliness, it's such a waste of time
Oh-oh yeah
You don't ever have to walk alone, oh you see
Oh come on, take my hand and baby won't you walk with me?
Oh ya
When you're waiting for a voice to come
In the night and there is no one
Ah don't you feel like crying? (cry to me)
Don't you feel like crying? (cry to me)
Ah don't you feel like a-ca-ca-cra-co-cra-co-cra-cra, (cry to me)
Cra-co-cra-co-cra-cra crying? (cry to me)
Ah don't you feel like a-cra-co-cra-co-cra-cra,
Cra-co-cra-co-cra-cra crying?... | |
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Posted: 2/24/2009 10:55:22 PM | ... and keeping in that song title vein...
Cry To Me
Heart
Poor little dreamer
Stands inside the door
You can't find the easy rhymes
Of times you had before
And it hurts my heart so bad
Seeing you sigh and shake
Broken down so low - so sad
I can't let you break
Cry to me - Cry to me
You better not hide it
Let it come - let it bleed
I ain't laughing - reach in and get it
And set it free
Cry - Come on, Cry to me
The glass is empty and the wine
Is bitter on your tongue
And people don't seem wild and fine
Like when you were young
Now you're restless over a stormy ocean
Lost in the rain and wind
But we can clear these clouds away
And find the sun again
If you cry to me - come on, cry to me
You better not hide it
Let it come, let it bleed
I ain't laughing - oh, no, reach in and get it
And set it free
Cry - come on, cry to me
Cry to me
Cry to me
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry | |
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Posted: 2/26/2009 8:47:58 PM | Hi Mr. Tonin. How'd ya do that?
Safety Dance - Men without Hats
We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine
I say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
And we can dance
I say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything out of control
We can dance, we can dance
We're doing it from wall to wall
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody takin' the cha-a-a-ance | |
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Posted: 2/26/2009 11:17:46 PM | Lightning Rod
Jenny Owen Youngs
Heart attack,
jack-in-the-box
I've been here so long
I'm starting to rot.
And you're taking my fear,
selling it in jars.
Back on the playground
my blue socks are bloody
I need someone to toss the confetti
at the Ticker Day Parade,
falling for myself.
Look to the fly
she used to be pretty
don't say a word,
but shes drying out slowly
you have the answers
I have the car keys.
Lightning rod strapped to my shoulders
I'm searching through windows for right
and thunder that could bring to merciful end this overdone way.
Carpet burns up to my elbows
it's time that you learned,
I guess I should tell you,
that the things you know about me
never would come true.
Look to the fly
I used to be pretty
dont say a word
but I'm drying out quickly
you have the answers
I have the car keys | |
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