What lyrics are you listening to now? (pt2)

[Iam]

And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green?
And did that anthropocentric God
Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen?

I don't think so
He's up there with the others laying low
Vying with those
Who you've traded your life to
To bless your soul

And have they told you how to think
Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy?
Or have you escaped from scrutiny
And regaled yourself with depravity?

Now we all see
Religion is just synthetic frippery,
unnecessary in our expanding global culture efficiency

And don't you fear this impasse
We have built to our future?
Ever so near
And oh so austere

 

[Adrenalinmonkey]

Please allow me to adjust my pants
So that I may dance the good time dance
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance

Give disease so the swine who marry and propagate lies.
Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes.
Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand's been dealt.
Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.

Streets on fire, the mob goes wild,wild,wild.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.

21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.

Condoleeza Rice is nice, but I prefer A-Roni.
And that man on the T.V. who speaks to the dead, you know that man's a phony.
Everybody move to Canada and smoke lots of pot.
Everybody move to Canada right now. Here's how we do it:
Bum rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it.

Streets on fire, the mob goes wild,wild,wild.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.

21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.

Well alright.


21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed Delivered Federal Express on your mothers doorstep.
21 guns,box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.

B)

 

[dodgepot]

I take the cue from
Certain people I know
I use the cue
And then I
Hand it on to you

And when I swing it
So, it catches his eye ...
(Weren't you there ?
- You'd have died !)


I trust the views of
Certain people I know
They look at Danger
And they
LAUGH THEIR HEADS OFF


Their clothes are Imitation
George the 23rd
(Don't you find this absurd ?)


I'd hate to be like
Certain people I know
They break their necks
And can't afford to
Get them fixed


Ah, they'd sacrifice all
Of their principles for
anything cashable
I do believe it's terrible

 

[rollinder]

Down the road came a Junco Partner
Boy, he was loaded as can be
He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
He was a'wobblin' all over the street
Singing 6 months ain't no sentence
Yeah, and one year ain't no time
I was born in Angola
Serving 14 to 99
Well I wish I had me one million dollars
Oh, one million to call my own
I would raise me, and say, grow for me baby
Raise me a tobacco farm
Take a walk, Take a walk, Junco Partner
Well, when I had me a great deal of money
Yeah, I had mighty good things all over town
Now I ain't got no more money
All of my good friends they're putting me down
So now I gotta pawn my ratchet and pistol
Yeah I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain
I would have pawned my sweet Gabriella
But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her name
(repeat first verse twice)
Well I'm down, yes I'm getting thirsty
Pour me out a good beer, when I'm dry
Just, just give me whisky, when I'm thirsty
Give me headstone when I die.
Down the road.

 

[rollinder]

Must I get a witness? for all this misery
There's no need to, brothers everybody can see
That its one more time in the ghetto you know
One more time if you please now
One more time to the dying man
They say one more time if you please

The old lady kicks karate
For just a little walk down the street
The little baby he knows kung fu
He tries it on those he meets
Cos its a one more time!

You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty
Watch when Watts town burns again
The bus goes to Montgomery

Cos it's a one more time in the ghetto
One more time if you please
One more time for the dying man
One more time to be free

 

[rollinder]

Oh! Mama Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokaine guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende and the days before
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara
In the Santiago Stadium
Es Verdas
Those Washington bullets again
The Bay of Pigs, in 1961
Havana for the playboys in the Cuban sun
For Castro is the colour
Is a redder than red
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the colour
That will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua
There was no interference from America
Human rights in Amerika!
Well the people fought the leader
And up he flew…
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
And if you can find an Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist…
Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet
How many monks did the Chinese get
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary
And check the British bullets in his armoury
Que?
Sandinista!

 

[dodgepot]

I do what I want
And I'll do what I like
When I make a million
I'll be out of sight
I'll do what I want
And I'll do what I please
I'll laugh in your face
When you beg on your knees

Ooooh, ooooh yeah
There's got to be a better way
Ooooh, and I don't care
I know that when I

Live in the country
If I live in the country
Live in the country
I'll find another way
Live in the country
To get rich, live in the country
Live in the country
I know I'll be OK
Live in the country
If I live in the country
Live in the country
I'll find another way
Live in the country
To get rich, live in the country
Live in the country
I know I'll be OK

Every day is a drag
Getting caught in the rat race
You don't wanna be on the street
And every night when I crash
You can see it in my face
I look like I'm dead on my feet

So I'm folding my cash
Gonna live in the country
Cause that's what I plan to do
Cause the air's never bad
When you live in the country
The sky is always blue

Ooooh, ooooh yeah
There's got to be a better way
Ooooh, and I don't care
I know that when I

Live in the country
If I live in the country
Live in the country
I'll find another way
Live in the country
To get rich, live in the country
Live in the country
I know I'll be OK
Live in the country
If I live in the country
Live in the country
I'll find another way
Live in the country
To get rich, live in the country
Live in the country
I know I'll be OK

Live in the country
Live in the country
Live in the country
Live in the country
Live in the country
Live in the country
Live in the country
Live in the country

I want the ducks, and a lake, and a family portrait
A pipe and a dog at my feet
I want a stall at the fete selling strawberry shortcake
And walls that are very discrete
And when my dull city friends are slum it back in their bedsits
I'll live like a King every day
I'll be out of my head but they'll say I'm excentric
And look the other way

Live in the country
If I live in the country
Live in the country
I'll find another way
Live in the country
To get rich, live in the country
Live in the country
I know I'll be OK
Live in the country
If I live in the country
Live in the country
I'll find another way
Live in the country
To get rich, live in the country
Live in the country
I know I'll be OK

 

[Strumpet]

I just want to be there
When were caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on its cloak
Im lost for words dont tell me
All I can say
I love you till the end

 

[snackhead]

They said this day would never come.
They said our sights were set too high.
They said this country was too divided;
too disillusioned to ever come together around a common purpose.
They Said, They Said . . .


And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)

They forgot us on the block
Got us in the box
Solitary confinement
How violent are these cops?
They need an early retirement
How many rallies will I watch?
I ain't got it in me to march
I got a semi to spark
The game's in a drought

Public housing, projects
Cooking up in the Pyrex
My set, my click
Either getting money
Or running from homicide trial
That's if they ain't died yet

Trying to be rich
Still I'm pledging allegiance
A predicate felon, a ghetto leader
Lending my poetical genius
To whoever may need it
I bleed this from Queensbridge
Now living with my feet up
Never defeated
So a president's needed
Y'know these colored folks and Negroes
Hate to see one of their own succeeding
America, surprised us
And let a black man guide us


And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)

What’s the black pres. thinkin’ on election night
Is it how can I protect my life?
Protect my wife?
Protect my rights?
Every other president was nothin' less than white
Except Thomas Jefferson and mixed Indian blood
and Calvin coolers
KKK is like 'what the fuck', loadin' they guns up
loadin' mine too, Ready to ride
Cause im ridin with my crew
He dies - we die too
But on a positive side,
I think Obama provides Hope - and challenges minds
Of all races and colors to erase the hate
And try and love one another, so many political snakes
We in need of a break
Im thinkin' I can trust this brotha
But will he keep it way real?
Every innocent n!gga in jail - gets out on appeal
When he wins - will he really care still?
I feel . . .

And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)

Say a prayer for "do we have to?"
You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor
In love with a slave master
Sincerely yours:
USA most brave rapper
Jesse car-jacker
Uncle Tom-kidnapper
Ask around
Bentley Coupe off the Richter
B!tch-called-life, I pimped her
What?
Politics, politricks
Klan-shooter
Deacon for defense
Progress-producer
Nothing on the stove
A survival-booster

Gotta do what we gotta do
We ain't got no governors coming through - to help
anything we need done, we gotta do for self

New-improved JFK on the way
It ain't the 60's again
N!ggas ain't hippies again
We ain't falling for the same traps
Standing on the balconies
Where they shot the King at
McCain got apologies
Ain't nobody hearing that
People need honesty

And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)

[Outro]
It is my distinct honor and privilege to introduce the next President of the United States:
Barack Obama.
(Applause)

 

[rollinder]

^ wow

It's gonna boom Mariachi
This really fine piece of madera
And this will be the counter
Of the Pueblo Tabacalera
Shape, it up, shape it up,
shape it up, shape it up
All around the world

Oh, this keel could save a life
When the storms hit the Pacific
To make it really true
You really gotta be specific
Shape, it up, shape it up,
shape it up, shape it up
Shape, it up, shape it up,
shape it up, shape it up
All around the world

Keep the lantern bright
Keep food upon the table
If you shape it well tonight
As well as you are able
Keep the lantern bright
Keep food upon the table
If you shape it well tonight
As well as you are able
All around the world

From the Yukon comes a cowboy
De La Foret en La Montagne
Puts a grease gun to his elbow, saying
Never go against the grain
Never go against that grain
Shoot the dog, shoot the dog

Oh, keep the lantern bright
Keep food upon the table
If you shape it well tonight
As well as you are able
Keep the lantern bright
Keep food upon the table
If you shape it well tonight
As well as you are able
Shape, it up, shape it up,
shape it up, shape it up
Shape, it up, shape it up,
shape it up, shape it up
All around the world
All around the world

Keep the lantern bright
Keep food upon the table
If you shape it well tonight
As well as you are able
Keep the lantern bright
Keep food upon the table
If you shape it well tonight
As well as you are able
All around the world

 

[rollinder]

Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips
Flying around my feet
I'm talking to all the chewing gum
That's stuck everywhere on the street
And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know it's gonna be alright

Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men
I just had to buy a pair to show I can live again
They're ringing the bells all over the city on a Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know it's gonna be alright

It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold
And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold
Raining on roofs, raining on drums
Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums
They're ringing on the bells in the city on a Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know it's gonna be alright

 

[rollinder]

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walking lonely avenues
Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues
There's people in doing their thing
Gettin' all the mozzarella in
And the passing time and phassing moons
Words flying in cloudy rooms
Plastic bags, milk and eggs
The poor old crone's got aching legs
How I would love to speak
To everybody on the street
Just for once to break the rules
I know it would be so cool

From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no good
Be a mad man on the street
Sing something out like reet petite
Let's hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
Crossing all the great divides
Color, age and heavy vibes

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
As I went it all looked good
Thought about my babies grown
Thought about going home
Thought about what's done is done
We're alive and that's the one
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

(I mlove this song sooooooooooooooooooo much)

 

[MightyAphrodite]

im listening to st elmos fire

Growin' up
You don't see the writin' on the wall
Passin' by
Movin' straight ahead you knew it all
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain
You'll find you're all alone
Everything has changed

Play the game
You know you can't quit until it's won
Soldier on
Only you can do what must be done
You know in some way
You're a lot like me
You're just a prisoner
And you're tryin' to break free



I can see a new horizon
Underneath the blazin' sky
I'll be where the eagle's
Flyin' higher and higher
Gonna be your man in motion
All I need is a pair of wheels
Take me where my future's lyin'
St. Elmo's Fire

Oooh...

Burnin' up
Don't know just how far that I can go
(Just how far I go)
Soon be home
Only just a few miles down the road
I can make it
I know I can
You broke the boy in me
But you won't break the man



I can climb the highest mountain
Cross the wildest sea
I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me
Burnin' in me

Just once in his life
A man has his time
And my time is now
And I'm comin' alive

I can hear the music playin'
I can see the banners fly
Feel like you're back again
And hope ridin' high
Gonna be your man in motion
All I need is a pair of wheels
Take me where my future's lyin'
St. Elmo's Fire



I can climb the highest mountain
Cross the wildest sea
I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me

Burnin'
Burnin' in me
I can feel it burnin'
Oooh, burnin' inside of me

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I'm sure we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through, just the way you used to do
Till the blue skies
chase the dark clouds far away

Now, won't you please say "Hello" to the folks that I know
Tell 'em it won't be long
'cause they'd be happy to know that when you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I'm sure we'll meet again some sunny day

 

[rollinder]

I see a million walk the city mile
the tickertape kings and the juvenile
will anybody tell me which way to go
will anybody come back on a CB radio

I'm counting the stars and the telegraph poles
and each one represents the hopes of a soul
you'd think that God wouldn't be so hard
when you see all the little children running
runnin in the back yard

Hold me mississippi gourd
with a sub-saharan song
somebody is wailing in the financial district sun
can anybody feel the distance to the nile
I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile

Gonna make like Eddie from a rockabilly train
Gonna beat out the blues on the ball and chain
you can't pull a holdup with a bebop gun
these people living now ain't got no heart
and they aint ever had none

down on the border
they crawl all the way
to get a grip of living where the clean-all spray
can anybody feel the distance to the nile
I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile

you can't pull a holdup with a bebop gun
these people living now ain't got no heart
and they aint ever had none

I hear a payphone ringing out on murder mile
and the sucker who's picks up
gets his number dialed
and all the sparkling waters that ever flowed
could never wash down this town so clean that it glows

And I need to see in an x-ray style
I need some rock art that don't come in no file.
can anybody feel the distance to the nile
I wanna live, and I wanna dance a while.

 

[isitme]

Well did you hear, there's a natural order?
Those most deserving will end up with the most?
That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top,

Well I say,... “Shit floatsâ€.

If you thought things had changed,
Friend, you'd better think again,
Bluntly put, in the fewest of words:

Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

Now the Working classes are obsolete,
They are surplus to society's needs,
So let 'em all kill each other,
And get it maid overseas.
That's the word don't you know,
From the guys that's running the show,
Lets be perfectly clear boys and girls,

Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

Oh feed your children on crayfish and lobster tails,
Find a school near the top of the league,
In theory I respect your right to exist,
I will kill you if you move in next to me,

Ah, it stinks, it sucks, it's anthropologically unjust,
Oh but the takings are up by a third,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.
(Cunts are still running the world)
(Cunts are still running the world)

The free market is perfectly natural,
Do you think that I'm some kind of dummy?
It's the ideal way to order the world;
“Fuck the morals, does it make any money?â€

And if you don't like it? Then leave.
Or use your right to protest on the street,
Yeah, use your right but don't imagine that it's heard,


Not whilst cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world,

Cunts are still running... the world.

 

[rollinder]

^ love that song

 

[isitme]

Amazing lyrics

wish I could write like that

 

[rollinder]

On the road to rock 'n' roll
There's a lot of wreckage in the ravine
Some you recognise
Used to hang out on the scene
On the road to rock 'n' roll
We'll be in the delta by and by
And if you don't believe in good and evil
You can tell the devil why
On the road to rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll what I learned to play
On the road to rock 'n' roll
Everybody carries a good luck charm,
Said to spook the highway wind,
Blowing off old Parchman farm
On the road to rock 'n' roll
They'll try to hook you by the eye
There's a mirror in your soul
You should turn it to the sky
On the road to rock 'n' roll
The lonely sing a soulful song
Leave a little light in the wilderness
For somebody to come upon
On the road to rock 'n' roll
With everybody deep in their dreams
And the snow is falling on the city
Ask the music what it means
On the road to rock 'n' roll
C'mon everybody drift away
On the road to rock 'n' roll
Where i learned to play
Rock 'n' roll rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll where i learned to play
On the road


(imagine Johnny Cash singing this - lol)

 

[rollinder]

Well so long liberty
let's forget you didn't show
not in my time
but in our son's and daughter's time
when you get the feeling
call, and you got a room,

Meantime, we're cutting our hands at the kebab shop
in the streets of fear
forgettin' all our best tai-kwan-do moves
on a barrel of beer
we're tryin' to get a signal on a raga FM
do the DTI bust CNN?
suckin' the wine right out of the vine
and spitting it out again
groovin', let's cut outta the scene an go groovin'
groovin', let's cut out of the scene an go groovin'
Drive!, drive!, drive!
distance no object rasta fer-i (bud pun not a typo imo)

yalla yalla yalla ya-lah
yalla yalla ya-li-oo, whoa
yalla yalla yalla ya-lah
jambalya on the bayou

Kool Moe Dee
was in the Treacherous Three
there's old school, new school and Brownie McGee
going underwater to explode
now night is falling on the grove
you can but dream and I hear

yalla yalla yalla ya-lah
yalla yalla ya-li-oo, whoa
yalla yalla yalla ya-lah
jambalya on the bayou

yalla yalla yalla ya-lah
yalla yalla ya-li-oo, whoa
yalla yalla yalla ya-lah
let's jambalya on the bayou,
tonight in the grove

well so long liberty
just let's forget you never showed
not in my time
but in our son's and daughter's time
when you get the feeling
oh,when you got a room,
meantime

we're cuttin' our hands on the kebab shop
in the streets of fear
forgettin' all those best tai-kwan-do moves
on a barrel of beer
tryin' to get a signal through from raga FM
do the DTI bust CNN?
suckin' this wine right outta of the vine
and i'm spittin' it back again

groovin' let's cut out of this scene,go groovin'
groovin' let's cut out of this scene,go groovin'
drive,drive
distance no object rasta fer-i

somebody got a vision of a homeland
from a township, from a township window
through the township window
some crazy widow
dares to have a vision
starts seething like..

seeming like a homeland
on the plain
not in focus yet
seeming like a homeland
on the plain
not in focus yet

groovin'
freestyle nations
maximum density

and i say
yalla yalla yalla yalla
yalla yalla yalla yall-i-ooh-ooh
yalla yalla yalla yalla
jambalya on the bayou

yalla yalla yalla yalla
yalla yalla yalla yall-i-ooh-ooh
yalla yalla yalla yalla
hone it til it shines, shine like gold,shine!

 

[ebay sex moomin]

Hey woman hey woman hey you you you you you you you you you you you you do you do you do you do you do you do you do you know why I hate you baby-ah?

Because you make me make me make me make me make me make me make me make me hate you baby!

You maladjusted little monkey you; you you you you!

 

[rollinder]

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walking lonely avenues
Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues
There's people in doing their thing
Gettin' all the mozzarella in
And the passing time and phassing moons
Words flying in cloudy rooms
Plastic bags, milk and eggs
The poor old crone's got aching legs
How I would love to speak
To everybody on the street
Just for once to break the rules
I know it would be so cool

From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no good
Be a mad man on the street
Sing something out like reet petite
Let's hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
Crossing all the great divides
Color, age and heavy vibes

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
As I went it all looked good
Thought about my babies grown
Thought about going home
Thought about what's done is done
We're alive and that's the one
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

again

 

[rollinder]

Is it my imagination
Or have I finally found something worth living for?
I was looking for some action
But all I found was cigarettes and alcohol

You could wait for a lifetime
To spend your days in the sunshine
You might as well do the white line
Cos when it comes on top . . .

You gotta make it happen!

Is it worth the aggravation
To find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for?
It's a crazy situation
But all I need are cigarettes and alcohol!

You could wait for a lifetime
To spend your days in the sunshine
You might as well do the white line
Cos when it comes on top . . .

You gotta make it happen!

 

[rollinder]

You look different every time you come
From the foam-crested brine
Your skin shining softly in the moonlight
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale
Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?
Joking apart - when you're drunk you're terrific when you're drunk
I like you mostly late at night you're quite alright

But I can't understand the different you in the morning
When it's time to play at being human for a while please smile!
You'll be different in the spring, I know
You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide
So until your blood runs to meet the next full moon
You're madness fits in nicely with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own

We're not alone

 

[Iam]

well i felt so bad when i heard that song,
ya know it's been such a long long time,
it's a little offbeat and it ain't in tune ya know it's just like this heart of mine

and it hurt
when you went away
and all i wanted you to do was stay

going steady ya we had big plans,
but your friends said it wouldn't last,
it was up to you to prove them wrong,
but you couldn't even do that

and if it hurt, when you left,
ya know you're only hurtin' yourself

ya know the first night you left me babe, it was so hard,
and it didn't hurt you told all my friends i'm a retard

and ya say you know what's best for me,
well if you got your way, i'd have a lobotomy

i got new girls and i'm runnin' around,
the house doesn't look the same,
i hung new posters on my wall and the dog don't remember your name

and if it hurt, when you left,
ya know you're hurtin' yourself

you can try to change your heart, that's true,
but ya never ever ever do

ohhhh baby you never ever do
i'll tell you something, you never ever do

sleeding aides
and razorblades,
tear stained pictures of younger days,
broken mirrors and a bloody nose,
late night tv rerun episodes

 

[rollinder]

They said this day would never come.
They said our sights were set too high.
They said this country was too divided;
too disillusioned to ever come together around a common purpose.
They Said, They Said . . .


And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)

They forgot us on the block
Got us in the box
Solitary confinement
How violent are these cops?
They need an early retirement
How many rallies will I watch?
I ain't got it in me to march
I got a semi to spark
The game's in a drought

Public housing, projects
Cooking up in the Pyrex
My set, my click
Either getting money
Or running from homicide trial
That's if they ain't died yet

Trying to be rich
Still I'm pledging allegiance
A predicate felon, a ghetto leader
Lending my poetical genius
To whoever may need it
I bleed this from Queensbridge
Now living with my feet up
Never defeated
So a president's needed
Y'know these colored folks and Negroes
Hate to see one of their own succeeding
America, surprised us
And let a black man guide us


And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)

What’s the black pres. thinkin’ on election night
Is it how can I protect my life?
Protect my wife?
Protect my rights?
Every other president was nothin' less than white
Except Thomas Jefferson and mixed Indian blood
and Calvin coolers
KKK is like 'what the fuck', loadin' they guns up
loadin' mine too, Ready to ride
Cause im ridin with my crew
He dies - we die too
But on a positive side,
I think Obama provides Hope - and challenges minds
Of all races and colors to erase the hate
And try and love one another, so many political snakes
We in need of a break
Im thinkin' I can trust this brotha
But will he keep it way real?
Every innocent n!gga in jail - gets out on appeal
When he wins - will he really care still?
I feel . . .

And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)

Say a prayer for "do we have to?"
You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor
In love with a slave master
Sincerely yours:
USA most brave rapper
Jesse car-jacker
Uncle Tom-kidnapper
Ask around
Bentley Coupe off the Richter
B!tch-called-life, I pimped her
What?
Politics, politricks
Klan-shooter
Deacon for defense
Progress-producer
Nothing on the stove
A survival-booster

Gotta do what we gotta do
We ain't got no governors coming through - to help
anything we need done, we gotta do for self

New-improved JFK on the way
It ain't the 60's again
N!ggas ain't hippies again
We ain't falling for the same traps
Standing on the balconies
Where they shot the King at
McCain got apologies
Ain't nobody hearing that
People need honesty

And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)

[Outro]
It is my distinct honor and privilege to introduce the next President of the United States:
Barack Obama.
(Applause)

this - it's as great as the lyrics

 

[isitme]

A few questions that I need to know
how you could ever hurt me so
I need to know what I've done wrong
and how long it's been going on
Was it that I never paid enough attention?
Or did I not give enough affection?
Not only will your answers keep me sane
but I'll know never to make the same mistake again
You can tell me to my face or even on the phone
You can write it in a letter, either way, I have to know
Did I never treat you right?
Did I always start the fight?
Either way, I'm going out of my mind
all the answers to my questions
I have to find

My head's spinning
Boy, I'm in a daze
I feel isolated
Don't wanna communicate

I'll take a shower, I will scour
I will rub
To find peace of mind
The happy mind I once owned, yeah

Vexing vocabulary runs right through me
The alphabet runs right from A to Z
Conversations, hesitations in my mind
You got my conscience asking questions that I can't find

I'm not crazy
I'm sure I ain't done nothing wrong, no
I'm just waiting
'Cause I heard this feeling
won't last that long

Never ever have I ever felt so low
When you gonna take me out of this black hole?
Never ever have I ever felt so sad
The way I'm feeling yeah, you got me feeling really bad

Never ever have I had to find
I've had to dig away to find my own peace of mind
I've Never ever had my conscience to fight
The way I'm feeling, yeah, I just don't feel righ

I'll keep searching
Deep within my soul
For all the answers
Don't wanna hurt no more

I need peace, got to feel at ease
Need to be.
Free from pain - going insane
My heart aches, yeah

Sometimes vocabulary runs right through my head
The alphabet runs right from A to Z
Conversations, hesitations in my mind
You got my conscience asking questions that I can't find

I'm not crazy,
I'm sure I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm just waiting
'Cause I heard this feeling won't last that long

Never ever have I ever felt so low
When ya gonna take me out of this black hole?
Never ever have I ever felt so sad
The way I'm feeling yeah, you got me feeling really bad

Never ever have I had to find
I've had to dig away to find my own peace of mind
I've Never ever had my conscience to fight
The way I'm feeling, yeah, I just don't feel right x4

You can tell me to my face,
You can tell me on the phone,
Uh, You can write it in a letter, babe
'Cause I really need to know

You can tell me to my face
You can tell me on the phone
Uh, You can write it in a letter, bab
'Cause I really need to know

You can write it in a letter, babe
You can write it in a letter, babe

 

[rollinder]

London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much a' like

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

We're leaving together,
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back,
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown...

We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall
Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all
With so many light years to go and things to be found
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so.

 

[rollinder]

There's a solitary man crying, hold me.
Its only because hes a-lonely
If the keeper of time runs slowly
He wont be alive for long!

If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
It means nothing!

To the opium den and the barroom gin
In the Belmont chair playing violins
The gamblers face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades

But the dealer just stares
There's something wrong here, he thinks
The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
And shot dead

He only wanted more time
Away from the darkest door
But his luck it gave in
As the dawn light crept in
And he lay on the floor

From the hundred year war to the Crimea
With a lance and a musket and a roman spear
To all of the men who have stood with no fear
In the service of the king

Before you met your fate be sure you
Did not forsake your lover
May not be around anymore

(angsty Mick is soooo angsty)