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Post Some Song Lyrics
Ok, I'm bored, stressed as I am dealing with a potential divorce & need some entertainment...come on Tala give me a good one. I know that Maroon 5 is fairly cheesy, but I heard this tune on the radio today & it kind of freaked me out a little:
THIS LOVE - Maroon 5 I was so high I did not recognize The fire burning in her eyes The chaos that controlled my mind Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane Never to return again But always in my heart This love has taken its toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore I tried my best to feed her appetite Keep her coming every night So hard to keep her satisfied Kept playing love like it was just a game Pretending to feel the same Then turn around and leave again This love has taken its toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore I'll fix these broken things Repair your broken wings And make sure everything's alright My pressure on your hips Sinking my fingertips Into every inch of you Cause I know that's what you want me to do This love has taken its toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore This love has taken its toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And my heart is breaking in front of me She said Goodbye too many times before This love has taken its toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore... |
Possessed
I feel a conquering will down inside me Strength The strength of many to crush Who might stop me My strength is in number And my soul lies in every one The releasing of anger can better any medicine under the sun Pantera - Mouth for War http://www.rockdetector.com/assets/r...-300-0-300.jpg |
Ma na ma na
Do do di do do Ma na ma na Di do di do Ma na ma na Do do di do do di do do di do do do do ;-) Think Animal and Sesame street... Muppets... Now have that song stick in your brain for at LEAST a day ;-) He he |
System Of a Down
QUESTION!
Sweet berries ready for two Ghosts are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you Sweet berries ready for two Ghosts are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you dreaming Dreaming the night Dreaming all right Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die Sweet berries ready for two Ghosts are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you Sweet berries ready for two Ghosts are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you dreaming Dreaming the night Dreaming all right Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die |
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I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I'm your average white suburbanite slob. I like football and porno and books about war. I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor. My wife and my job, my kids and my car. My feet on my table...and a cuban cigar. But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested no way No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane, While people behind me are going insane. I'm an asshole I'm an asshole I use public toilets and I piss on the seat, I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?" I'm an asshole I'm an asshole Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces, While handicapped people make handicapped faces. I'm an asshole I'm an asshole Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong... NAAAAH! I'm an asshole I'm an asshole (Spoken) Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado Convertible, hot pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights... yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115 miles per hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, suckin' down quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers I'm gonna wipe my mouth on the American Flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why Two words: Nuclear fuckin' weapons, OK? Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want...they can have a big democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of difference, because we got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead, he's frozen! And as soon as we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million times, that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Casavetti and Lee Marvin and Sam Peckinpaw and a case of whisky and drive to Texas...(HEY, HEY HEY!> Why don't you shut up and sing the song, pal? (Sung) I'm an asshole I'm an asshole A S-S H-O L-E Everybody, A S-S H-O L-E Arf, Arf Arf, Arf Arf, Arf Arf Thoomph A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom Oooooooo |
There are people in this country who work hard every day
Not for fame or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay And it's time a few of them were recognized Hello Detroit auto workers, let me thank you for your time You work a forty hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers, let me thank you for your time You work a forty hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line This is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail Or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale Or the one who fights the fires, the one who brings the mail For everyone who works behind the scenes You can see them every morning in the factories and the fields In the city streets and the quiet country towns Working together like spokes inside a wheel They keep this country turning around Hello Kansas wheat field farmer, let me thank you for your time You work a forty hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line Hello West Virginia coal miner, let me thank you for your time You work a forty hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line This is for the one who drives the big rig, up and down the road Or the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol For everyone who works behind the scenes With a spirit you can't replace with no machine Hello America let me thank you for your time |
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one of the best lyrics of all time:
Time : pink floyd (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06 Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say. |
The Beatles (Lennon) - All you Need is Love
There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy. There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time It's easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. There's nothing you can know that isn't known. Nothing you can see that isn't shown. Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be. It's easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. All you need is love (all together now) All you need is love (everybody) All you need is love, love, love is all you need. |
My name is Luca
I live on the second floor That's all I remember |
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,
They were the best of friends. So when Frankie Lee needed money one day, Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens And placed them on a footstool Just above the plotted plain, Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy, My loss will be your gain." Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down And put his fingers to his chin, But with the cold eyes of Judas on him, His head began to spin. "Would ya please not stare at me like that," he said, "It's just my foolish pride, But sometimes a man must be alone And this is no place to hide." Well, Judas, he just winked and said, "All right, I'll leave you here, But you'd better hurry up and choose Which of those bills you want, Before they all disappear." "I'm gonna start my pickin' right now, Just tell me where you'll be." Judas pointed down the road And said, "Eternity!" "Eternity?" said Frankie Lee, With a voice as cold as ice. "That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity, Though you might call it 'Paradise.'" "I don't call it anything," Said Frankie Lee with a smile. "All right," said Judas Priest, "I'll see you after a while." Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down, Feelin' low and mean, When just then a passing stranger Burst upon the scene, Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler, Whose father is deceased? Well, if you are, There's a fellow callin' you down the road And they say his name is Priest." "Oh, yes, he is my friend," Said Frankie Lee in fright, "I do recall him very well, In fact, he just left my sight." "Yes, that's the one," said the stranger, As quiet as a mouse, "Well, my message is, he's down the road, Stranded in a house." Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked, He dropped ev'rything and ran Until he came up to the spot Where Judas Priest did stand. "What kind of house is this," he said, "Where I have come to roam?" "It's not a house," said Judas Priest, "It's not a house . . . it's a home." Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled, He soon lost all control Over ev'rything which he had made While the mission bells did toll. He just stood there staring At that big house as bright as any sun, With four and twenty windows And a woman's face in ev'ry one. Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee With a soulful, bounding leap, And, foaming at the mouth, He began to make his midnight creep. For sixteen nights and days he raved, But on the seventeenth he burst Into the arms of Judas Priest, Which is where he died of thirst. No one tried to say a thing When they took him out in jest, Except, of course, the little neighbor boy Who carried him to rest. And he just walked along, alone, With his guilt so well concealed, And muttered underneath his breath, "Nothing is revealed." Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road. Bob Dylan from John Wesley Harding Album 1967 |
Everytime I walk down the street - Erection
When I see a woman that I'd like to beat - Erection When I think of blood I think of love - Erection When I think of blood I think of love - Erection Oh, I got Erection Oh, I got Erection Oh, I got Erection Oh, I got Erection When I set a house on fire - Erection Once a liver, now she's a dier - Erection When I dig a hole in the ground - Erection When I hear that death punk sound- Erection Oh, I got Erection Oh, I got Erection Oh, I got Erection Oh, I got Erection |
Freaky Tales ~ Too $hort
These are the tales, the freaky tales... The tales that I tell so well... I met this girl, her name was Joan She loved the way I rocked the microphone When I met Joan, I took her home She was just like a doggy all on my bone I met another girl, her name was Ann All she wanted was to freak with a man When I met Ann, I soked her pans We ended up freakin' by garbage can The next young freak I met was Red I took her to the house and she gave me head She likes to freak was all she said We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed There's another girl, her name is Mary Talked about sex and the girl acted scary I heard she was freakin' for my homeboy Jerry Took her to the house and I popped that cherry Young and tender, sweet Denise Get her in the bed and the girl's a beast I tell you, homeboy, If you get a piece She only talks about signin' a lease I met this tender, her name was Lori And a X-rated movie wouldn't tell her story She had a twinsister, her name was Lisa And just like Lori, she's a real dick pleaser My girlfriend's name was Michelle, I freaked her well Her pussy got hotter than flames in hell I geed this girl, her name was Tammy I didn't wanna do it cause the bitch was flammy She had a best friend, her name was Jane I pulled to the side and I spitted that game I met a lot of freaks in my lifespine Freaked one night with a girl named Pam The very next day I saw her with her man One week passed and I was in her again I had an old tender, her name was Janie She was thirty-two and I was only eighteen She likes to freak, she's just a fiend It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans I wanna big freak, fat and slobby I kick on back and I watch her mouth Two tons of fun, big mama jama A country-girl from Alabama I met this girl, her name was Betty Her pussy got wet and it smelled like death I was tired as hell, I was drippin' sweat But I was all up in her tryin' to hold my breath Bake and shake us, I met this freak in Vegas She said her name was Donna She was a pitty little freak from China I said I don't pimp or gigolo I'm havin' so much money that I don't need a hoe You can break yourself but you can't break me You never met a player like $hort, baby I knew a dick sucker named Betty-Jo Took her to my home and we did it on the floor The girl got freaky and I tell you more: She was down on her knees beggin' to blow She's like another freak named Ren` You get her alone and she'll make your day Like Burger King, she knows the play But a freak like Ren`, you can have it your way... These are the tales, the freaky tales... These are the tales that I tell so well... I met this girl, thick as hell Only sixteen, said her name was Linell I took her to my house, I could not wait Her shit was much tighter than Central Safe Let me tell you this since we talkin' young I met another girl, said her name was Yvonne Always talkin' about havin' fun Once again in the bed I got it goin' on I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk I try to get funky like female funk So when you see me comin' or see me goin' I keep my money, let the hoes keep throwin' I once met a tender, she did it for free On the Foothill bust number forty-three All the way on the back she was workin' me Had my big beatbox and I was jammin' the beat I met this freak named aunt Winell Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet Everythin' she had is what I get Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit I met another freak, her name was Rita Baby thought that $hort just might eat her I told her like this, she can suck my peter Or even go home cause I knew I didn't need her Scratched her name off my telephone book Never again I took a second look Cause the next young freak, her name was Sharon She kept lookin', well, I kept stairin' Her booty was stuffed in the jeans she was wearin' She never left, she cutted out I know you all know what I'm talkin' about There's a freak named Shane, such a sinner She smokes that pipe and she's gettin' thinner Shane is cool but her mind is gone One fat rock and it's goin' on She had another buddy, came by my place Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace She walked in the door wearin' a lace You shoulda seen that look that was on my face She's like this tender named Belinda Homeboys call her Belinda the Blender She gave head like she made it up She was twenty years old with a big round butt Had a girl slick like olive oil Her father was rich and the girl was spoiled When she got mad he blood would boil But I rapped her off like I'm lookin' a toy... These are the tales, the freaky tales... The tales that I tell so well... Shockedy life, Friday night, it's goin' on Too $hort Three weeks ago I met this freak She followed me around like Mary's sheep I hitted around the corner and when she came I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her Set her on the way the very next way Playboy $hort was ready to play I bumped to this girl, her name was Roseanne We hitted the motel and got it goin' on Holiday Inn to the break of dawn When I took baby home, I freaked her mom I knew this tender named Shanie I took her to the house and let her freak on me Baby was a fan, she loved my beat But I wouldn't raise my leg to let her kiss my feet I met this freak named Yolanda Rolled baby doll like a brand new Honda I was on top and she was up under The bed hitted the wall and it sounded like thunder I once had a datewith girl named Kitty She was so fine with big fat tiddies All night long she was actin' shitty So i macked on baby like I was Frank Nitti There's another girl, her name is Rose I use to roll baby like brand new Volvos I never saw Rose wearin' clothes She's a pimp house pet, ready to pose I was ridin' down the street when I met Janet Her booty was bigger than the whole damn planet Ass everywhere, I just can't stand it Tried to poem it but I could not manage I had this freak, her name was Bunny Said I was the only man who ever called her honey Everythin' I did to her was funny I macked on bunny and I took her money Eight tonight a date with Shirlie She was really short and her hair was curly If you saw baby you liked this girlie She was so fine I went to get her early Shirlie was freakin' like a girl named Rachel Her bite was vicious and it sure was fatal She liked to kiss all on my neval Those are her lips on top of my label I knew another freak, her name was Candy Real big lips and they came in handy I smooth got worked and it was so dandy I hooked the brood up with my homeboy Randy He did me a favor in return Gave me a lizard, said her name was Laverne Baby got tossed and I got it on I grabbed the mic and started to sing my song My young homeboy heard me rap And said he had way more freaks than that So I told him like this: they might be freakin' But, boy, you never had that T-P-Treatment... |
Quincy Jones]
Starry night.. an unknown creation Written by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh A creative heart obsessed with satisfying this dorment and uncaring society You have given them the stars at night and you have given them bountiful bouquets of sunflowers but for you there's only contempt Though you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly this world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart So on that starry night, you gave to us and you took away from us the one thing we never acknowledged, your life.. [Mac Mall] Yeah, game laid down by Q, y'knawmsayin? Vocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII And flows by the M-A-C y'all, Mr. M-A-C Mall [CHORUS: Rasheeda] Starry night, your life You gave to us, and took away from us Starry night, your life You gave to us, and took away from us [Mac Mall] Uhh, uhh.. watch me live my art; writin words from my soul in blood I speak the truth on every thang I love I'll probably sacrifice my life.. to send my message through mics It's like a war drum callin soldiers at night It's bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart So it's cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don't start It's for ya entertainment but it's my life y'all And I can't rewind, fast forward, or press pause But when you give your all, it's like the fans demand more And after the tour I sit alone like before When ya name is hot it's all love, the world is yours But when you fall off, you get ignored CHORUS [Mac Mall] You on the cover of da magazine, flossin on the TV screen Toastin wit yo' champagne, playin life like a game Loaded in the limousine, love to hear the fans scream Swimmin wit the sharks now, ain't no love - money king People got they hands out but ain't nobody lendin hands Can you really blame dem for tryin to get what they can? Late night, bright lights, lust n lies And anythang goes under the Hollywood sign Well you might lose ya soul and who knows what you find But go ahead main we all wanna shine... But go ahead main we all wanna shine... CHORUS [Mac Mall] There you have it.. Y'know, when I was younger I prayed, to get in this game Y'know to hold dis microphone in my hand I asked the man upstairs, to let me rock a crowd one day Y'know let people out there feel the way I feel through my music Like my homeboy Tupac did fo' sho' And he gave that to me But he didn't he didn't he didn't let me know about all the shady shit that's in, in between you and yo' dream, y'know? See it's more than the music, I spit it from the heart So sometime it's cold n it's dark, but it's raw And that's how I'ma bring it to you every time, y'know? CHORUS (fades out) |
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If we are talking just good songs then:
Depeche Mode ? Blasphemous Rumours Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her Slashed her wrists, bored with life Didn?t succeed, thank the lord For small mercies Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again Sixteen candles burn in her mind She takes the blame, it?s always the same She goes down on her knees and prays I don?t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that god?s got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find him laughing Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything Found new life in jesus christ Hit by a car, ended up On a life support machine Summer?s day, as she passed away Birds were singing in the summer sky Then came the rain, and once again A tear fell from her mother?s eye I don?t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that god?s got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find him laughing |
"Yo.. just because I want to it don't mean I will
And just because I'm angry it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rappin, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, and I use it a lot" :pimp |
If we are talking break up songs..then none tears me up more than this :(
Hall and Oates - She's Gone Everybody's high on consolation Everybody's trying to tell me What is right for me, yeah I need a drink and a quick decision Now it's up to me, ooooh what will be She's gone, she's gone Oh, why Oh, why I better learn how to face it She's gone, she's gone Oh, why Oh, why I'd pay the devil to replace her She's gone, she's gone Oh, why What went wrong Get up in the morning, look in the mirror One less tooth brush hanging in the stand My face ain't looking any younger Now what I can see Love's taken a toll on me She's gone, she's gone Oh, why Oh, why I better learn how to face it She's gone, she's gone Oh, why Oh, why I'd pay the devil to replace her She's gone, she's gone Oh, why What went wrong Think I'll spend eternity in the city Let the carbon and monoxide choke my thoughts away And pretty bodies help dissolve the memories There can never be what she once was to me She's gone, she's gone Oh, why Oh, why I better learn how to face it She's gone, she's gone Oh, why Oh, why I'd pay the devil to replace her She's gone, she's gone Oh, why What went wrong |
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No No No Noooooo Don"t Phunk With My Heart
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Tribute to the MTV Music Awards....in Dade County...Tomm!!!
"It's All About The Benjamins (Remix)"
(feat. Lil' Kim, The Lox, Notorious B.I.G.) Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Goodfellas, uhh [Verse One: Puff Daddy] Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga [Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)] I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews) Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle [Verse Three: Sheek] I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul [Interlude:] Puff Daddy C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah [repeat 4X] It's all about the Benjamins baby Now, what y'all wanna do? It's all about the Benjamins baby Wanna be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins baby Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers It's all about the Benjamins baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus [Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)] Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah) Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?) Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right) And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh) German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh) I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby! Only female in my crew, and I kick shit like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you [Big:] (Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!) [Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.] I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh) My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740 Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon) Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway Playa haters get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's What?? [Outro: Puff Daddy] It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah [repeat 8X] |
A perfect circle - 3 libras
threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back a name in your recollection down among a million same difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over when I look right through I see you naked but oblivious and you don't see me but I threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy here I am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded but I see, see through it all see through see you 'cause I threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy oh well oh well apparently nothing apparently nothing at all you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me at all |
stand by me
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've gotta lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day Before my heart starts to burn (Bridge) So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new... don't you know The cold and wind and rain don't know They only seem to come and go away Times are hard when things have got no meaning I've found a key upon the floor Maybe you and I will not beliove in the things we find Behind the door (Chorus) Stand by me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be If you're leaving will you take me with you I'm tired of talking on my phone There is one thing I can never give you My heart can never be your home |
I've got a bike
You can ride it if you like It's got a basket A bell that rings And things to make it look good I'd give it to you if I could But I borrowed it You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything Everything if you want things I've got a cloak It's a bit of a joke There's a tear up the front It's red and black I've had it for months If you think it could look good Then I guess it should You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything Everything if you want things I know a mouse And he hasn't got a house I don't know why I call him Gerald He's getting rather old But he's a good mouse You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything Everything if you want things I've got a clan of gingerbread men Here a man There a man Lots of gingerbread men Take a couple if you wish They're on the dish You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything Everything if you want things I know a room full of musical tunes Some rhyme Some ching Most of them are clockwork Let's go into the other room and make them work |
Herbie Hancock - "Rock It"
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This one came up on my random ipod mix & I thought about not listening to music for a while:
I been run down, I been lied to, I don?t know why I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecked my new car. Now she?s with one of my goodtime buddies, They?re drinkin? in some crosstown bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Good lord, I feel like I?m dyin?. My friends tell me, that I?ve been such a fool, And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin? you. Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you?ve down. But nothin? seems to change, the bad times stay the same, And I can?t run. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whipping post Tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Good lord, I feel like I?m dyin?. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whipping post Tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Good lord, I feel like I?m dyin?. Allman Bros. - Whipping Post Then I heard this one & everything was OK again: From Trenchtown Rock by Bob Marley & The Wailers One good thing about music, when it hits you fell no pain (repeat) So hit me with music, hit me with music Hit me with music, hit me with music now |
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Don't you know
They're talkin' about a revolution It sounds like whisper Don't you know They're talkin' about a revolution It sounds like whisper While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting around waiting for a promotion Poor people gonna rise up And get their share Poor people gonna rise up And take what's theirs Don't you know You better run... Oh I said you better Run run run... |
And Chuck says "Rufus" and Kathy says "Rufus" and Rufus says "Chuck" and I say STFU!!!
by R. Kelly |
The WAR song by Culture Club
War war is stupid And people are stupid And love means nothing In some strange quarters Chorus 2: War war is stupid And people are stupid And I heard them banging On hearts and fingers People fill the world With narrow confidence Like a child at birth A man with no defense What?s mine is my own I won?t give it to you No matter what you say No matter what you do Now we?re fighting In our hearts Fighting in the street Won?t somebody help me? Man is far behind In the search for something new Like a philistine We?re burning witches too This world of fate Must be designed for you It matters what you say It matters what you do Now we?re fighting In our hearts Fighting in the street Won?t somebody help me? (chorus 1) (chorus 2) After the bird has flown He walked ten thousand Miles back home You can?t do that to me, no You can?t do that to me You can?t do that to me, no You can?t do that to me Now we?re fighting In our hearts Fighting in the street Won?t somebody help me? |
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Cant belive noone has posted this yet:
And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our souls There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll Woe oh oh oh oh oh And she's buying a stairway to heaven |
Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey here's how you feel Put your left leg down your right leg up Tilt your head back let's finish the cup M.C.A. with the bottle D. rocks the can Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moet we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us Adrock drinks three Mike D. is D. Double R. foots the bill most definitely I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well I got a Castle in Brooklyn that's where I dwell [repeat chorus] Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace When it's time to get ill I pour it on my face Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice Come on y'all it's time to get nice Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by she gave me the eye I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it with the Monkey mixed it in the cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip the girl she gave me lip It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip [repeat chorus] Step up to the bar put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it We had a case in the place and we went right through it You got a dry Martini thinking you're cool I'll take your place at the bar I smack you off your stool I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin' Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin' The song and dance keeping you in a trance If you don't buy my record I got my advance I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it We got the bottle you got the cup Come on everybody let's get ffffff [repeat chorus] |
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I love the melody of this song!!
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do, crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind. all we are is dust in the wind oh________________ Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky It slips away, all your money won't another minute buy Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind) |
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