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Put me in a special school,
'Cause I am such a fool,
And I don't need a single book to teach me how to read.
Who needs stupid books?
They are for petty crooks,
And I will learn by studying the lessons in my dreams
So turn off the T.V.
'Cause that's what others see
And movies are as bad as eating chocolate ice cream
They only sicken me
Don't let me play football
I'll sack the quarterback and jack the brother of the ball

I'm a troublemaker
Never been a faker
Doin' things my own way
And never givin' up.
I'm a troublemaker
Not a doubletaker
I don't have the patience to keep it on the up.

I picked up a guitar,
What does this signify?
I'm gonna play some heavy metal,
Wishing you would die.
You wanted arts and crafts?
How's this for arts and crafts?
(guitar solo)
(That's Right!)
I'm growin' out my hair
I'm movin' up to Cherokee
I'm gonna be a rockstar
And you are gonna bear with me
'Cause I can't book a job,
Like any other slob,
Punchin' in and punchin' out
And suckin' up to Bob.
Marryin' a bi-atch,
Havin' Seven ki-ads,
Givin' up and growin' old,
And hopin' there's a god.

I'm a troublemaker
Never been a faker
Doin' things my own way
And never givin' up
I'm a troublemaker
Not a doubletaker
I don't have the patience to keep it on the up

I'm gonna be star
And people will crane necks
To get a glimpse of me
And see if I am havin' sex
And studyin' my moves
They try to understand
Why I am so unlike
The singers in the other bands
I'm such a mystery
As anyone can see
There isn't anybody else
Exactly quite like me
And when it's party time
Like 1999
I'll party by myself because I'm such a special guy

I'm a troublemaker
Never been a faker
Doin' things my own way
And never givin' up.
I'm a troublemaker
Not a doubletaker
I don't have the patience to keep it on the up.

Keep it on the up
(I'm a trouble maker)
Keep it on the up (UP!)
(I'm a trouble maker)
Keep it on the up
(I'm a trouble maker)
Keep it on the up (UP!)
(I'm a trouble maker)
Never givin' up
 
i've influenced kings and world leaders
i helped hemingway write like he did
and i'll bet you a drink or two i can make you put that lampshade on your head
cause since the day i left milwaukee
lynchburg and bordeaux france
i been making a fool out of folks just like you

(typing lyrics out blows isit :( :p...)
 
Someday I'm gonna be famous
Do I have talent? well no...
These days you don’t really need it
Thanks to reality shows
Can't wait to date a supermodel
Can’t wait to sue my dad
Can't wait to wreck a Ferrari
On my way to Rehab

Cause when you’re a celebrity
It’s adios reality
You can act just like a fool
And people think you’re cool
Just cause your on T.V.
I can throw a major fit
When my latte isn't just how I like it
They say I've gone insane
I'll blame it on the fame
And the pressures that go with....
Being a Celebrity


I get to cry to Barbara Walters
When things don't go my way
I'll get community service
No matter which law I break
I make the supermarket tabloids
They write some awful stuff
But the more they run my name down
The more my price goes up!

Cause when you’re a celebrity
It’s adios reality
No matter what you do
People think you’re cool
Just cause your on T.V.
I can fall in and out of love
Have marriages that barely last a month
When they go down the drain
I'll blame it on the fame
And say it's just so tough...
Being a Celebrity

So let’s hitch up the wagons
And head out West
To the land of fun in the sun
We’ll be a real world bachelor
Jackass Millionaires hey hey Hollywood
Here we come!

Yeah when you're a Celebrity
It’s adios reality
No matter what you do
People think you’re cool
Just cause your on T.V.
Being a Celebrity...
Yeah Celebrity.
 
1 of the best songs ever. :p

Little ditty about Jack and Diane
Two American kids growin' up in the heartland
Jackie gonna be a football star
Diane debutante backseat of Jackie's car

Suckin' on chili dogs outside the tastee freeze
Diane's sittin' on Jackie's lap
He's got his hand between her knees
Jackie say, hey, Diane
Let's run off behind a shady trees
Dribble off those Bobby Brooks
Let me do what I please
Say a

Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone
Say a
Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone
They walk on

Jackie sits back
Reflects his thoughts for the moment
Scratches his head
And does his best James Dean
Well you know, Diane
We oughta run off to the city
Diane says, baby
You ain't missin' nuth-in
Jackie, say-a

Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone
Oh yeah, I say, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone

Gonna let it rock
Let it roll
Let the Bible Belt come
And save my soul
Hold on to sixteen as long as you can
Changes come around real soon
Make us women and men

Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone
Oh yeah, I say, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone

Little ditty about Jack and Diane
Two American kids done the best they can.


:D
 
Jessie is a friend,
Yeah, I know he's been
A good friend of mine
But lately something's changed
That ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a girl
And I want to make her mine
And she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body,
I just know it
Yeah 'n' he's holding her in his arms late,
Late at night

You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman like that
I play along with the charade,
there doesn't seem to be a reason to change
You know, I feel so dirty
When they start talking cute
I wanna tell her that I love her,
But the point is probably moot
'Cos she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body,
I just know it
And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Like Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman,
Where can I find a woman like that
And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time,
Wondering what she don't see in me
I've been funny,
I've been cool with the lines
Ain't that the way
Love supposed to be
Tell me, where can I find a woman like that

You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
I want Jessie's girl,
Where can I find a woman like that, like
Jessie's girl,
I wish that I had Jessie's girl,
I want,
I want Jessie's girl

:D:D:D:D:D
 
I can see the path you're cutting
It cost me a little piece of my heart
I can see the doors you're shutting
'Cause they were open at the start

Baby loving you has been hard on me
You're such a tough little sister
Just looking for Mr. Right
On the wrong side of town

You better Love Somebody
It's late
You better Love Somebody
Don't wait
You better Love Somebody
Don't tempt fate
You're gonna pull you just a little too far
One night

Your eyes are wild, your skin so white
You're undernourished and overfed
She's got the teeth, she knows how to bite
'Cause when you bit I bled
You got the perfect image
Of the perfect man
You're a tough little sister
But you'll settle for a mister tonight
But you're running out of time

You better love somebody
It's late
You better love somebody
Don't wait
You better love somebody
Don't tempt fate
You're gonna pull you just a little too far
One night

I'm only saying what I feel
You think I'm wrong I know
You thought I was sleeping at the wheel
I thought that you were driving

You better love somebody
You better love somebody
You better love somebody
It's late
You better love somebody
Don't wait
You better love somebody
Don't tempt fate
They're gonna pull you just a little too far
One night...


god i used to love rick springfield, this music is making me :D:D:D:D:D
 
When you were just a young girl and still in school
How come you never learned the golden rule
Dont talk to strange men, dont be a fool
Im hearing stories, I dont think thats cool

Why dont you tell me, someone is loving you
Cause youre my girl, some say its no longer true
Youre seeing some slick continental dude
Im begging you, please

Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody, ever told you, dont talk

Now tell me, hows life in the big city
I hear the competitions tough, baby thats a pity
And every mans an actor, every girl is pretty
I dont like whats getting back to me

Now whos this, don juan Ive been hearing of
Love hurts when only ones in love
Did you fall at first sight or did you need a shove
Im begging you, please

Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody ever told you, dont talk

*fais lamour avec moi (*make love to me)
Whats he saying baby
*viens dormir, mon amour (*come to sleep my love)
I asked you not to talk to him
*je taime donne moi ton coeur ce soir (*i like you to give me your heart this night)
Im begging you

Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody ever told you, dont talk

Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you,
Baby dont you talk,
Dont talk to strangers


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http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Pl2ff0yEqcE

a whole song made of win :D...the video :D the lyrics :D everything :D

TIGER BEAT :D
 
Now how I came to get this hat, 'tis very strange and funny,
Grandfather died and left to me his property and money;
And when the will it was read out, they told me straight and flat,
If I would have his money, I must always wear his hat.

CHORUS:
"Where did you get that hat? Where did you get that tile?
Isn't it a nobby one, and just the proper style?
I should like to have one Just the same as that!"
Where'er I go, they shout "Hello! Where did you get that hat?"

If I go to the op'ra house, in the op'ra season
There's someone sure to shout at me without the slightest reason.
If I go to a concert hall to have a jolly spree,
There's someone in the party who is sure to shout at me:

CHORUS:

At twenty-one I thought I would to my sweetheart get married;
The people in the neighbourhood had said too long we'd tarried.
So off to church we went right quick, determined to get wed;
I had not long been in there, when the parson to me said:

CHORUS:

I once tried hard to be M.P. but failed to get elected,
Upon a tub I stood, round which a thousand folks collected;
And I had dodged the eggs and bricks (which was no easy task),
When one man cried, "A question I the candidate would ask!"

CHORUS:

When Colonel South, the millionaire, gave his last garden party
I was amongst the guests who had a welcome true and hearty;
The Prince of Wales was also there, and my heart jumped with glee,
When I was told the Prince would like to have a word with me.

CHORUS:
 
Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn,
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn;
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn,
Betrayed by a maid in her teens.

Now this girl that I loved, she was handsome,
And I tried all I knew, her to please,
But I never could please her one quarter so well
As the man on the flying trapeze.

Oh, he floats through the air with the greatest of ease,
This daring young man on the flying trapeze;
His actions are graceful, all girls he does please,
My love he has purloined away.

He'd play with a miss like a cat with a mouse,
His eyes would undress every girl in the house.
Perhaps he is better described as a louse,
But the people they came just the same.

Oh, he'd smile from his perch on the people below
And one day he smiled on my love.
She blew him a kiss and she hollered, "Bravo!"
As he hung by his nose up above.

Oh, he floats through the air with the greatest of ease,
This daring young man on the flying trapeze;
His actions are graceful, all girls he does please,
My love he has purloined away.

Oh, I wept and I whimpered, I simpered for weeks,
While she spent her time with the circus's freaks.
The tears were like hailstones that rolled down my cheeks,
Alas, and alack, and alacka!

I went to this fellow, the blackguard, and said,
"I'll see that you get your desserts!"
He put up his thumb to his nose with a sneer,
He sneered once again, and said, "Nertz!"

Oh, he floats through the air with the greatest of ease,
This daring young man on the flying trapeze;
His actions are graceful, all girls he does please,
My love he has purloined away.

One night to his tent he invited her in,
He filled her with compliments, kisses, and gin
And started her out on the road to ruin,
Since then l have known no repose.

But e'en now l loved her, I said, "Take my name!
I'll gladly forgive and forget;"
She rustled her bustle without any shame,
Saying, "Well, maybe later, not yet."

Oh, he floats through the air with the greatest of ease,
This daring young man on the flying trapeze;
His actions are graceful, all girls he does please,
My love he has purloined away.

One night as usual I went to her home,
And found there her father and mother alone,
I asked for my love and it soon was made known,
To my horror, that she'd run away.

Without any trousseau she'd fled in the night
With him with the greatest of ease,
From two stories high he'd lowered her down
To the ground on his flying trapeze.

Oh, he floats through the air with the greatest of ease,
This daring young man on the flying trapeze;
His actions are graceful, all girls he does please,
My love he has purloined away.

Some months after that I went into a hall,
And to my surprise,I found there on the wall,
A bill in red letters which did my heart gall,
That she was appearing with him.

Oh, he'd taught her gymnastics, and dressed her in tights,
To help him to live at his ease,
He'd made her take on a masculine name,
And now she goes on the trapeze.

Oh, she floats through the air with the greatest of ease,
You'd think her a man on the flying trapeze,
She does all the work while he takes his ease,
And that's what's become of my love.
 
At our house not long ago a lodger came to stay,
At first I felt as if I'd like to drive him right away;
But soon he proved himself to be so very good and kind,
That, like my dear mamma, I quite made up my little mind.

CHORUS
Our lodger's such a nice young man, such a good young man is he;
So good, so kind, to all our family!
He's never going to leave us
Oh dear, oh dear no!
He's such a good, goody, goody man,
Mamma told me so.

He made himself at home before he'd been with us a day,
He kissed mamma and all of us, 'cos papa was away;
Before he goes to work he lights the fires & scrubs the floor,
And puts a nice strong cup of tea outside ma's bedroom door.

Chorus

At night he makes the beds and does the other little jobs
And if the baby hurts itself he really cries and sobs;
On Sunday when ma's cooking and papa is at the club,
He takes the kids and baths us all inside the washing tub.

Chorus

We usually go to Margate, in the sea to have a splash,
This year Pa said, "I'm busy!" but I think he had no cash;
The lodger took us down instead, mamma and baby too,
And never charged Pa anything- now there's a pal for you!

Chorus
 
Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes inside
I have these thoughts, Geoff,
I have to hide

Geoff Geoff Geoff

When I think of your house Geoff
That lovely country cottage of a house Geoff
And I know though it's often been said
In jest but one blow to your head

And it could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine

Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
Two floors and a roof, four walls and a door
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff

And Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be, maybe
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes I find
I have these ideas Geoff
Come into my mind

Geoff Geoff Geoff

When I think of your car Geoff
That four litre two seater dream of a car Geoff
And I know how quick it could be
If you, if you were run over by me

Then it could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine
Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
A car I would love till the next one I saw
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff

And Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be, maybe
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes awake in my bed
I hear these voices Geoff
Inside my head

Geoff Geoff Geoff

When I think of your wife Geoff
That smiling beguiling blonde of a wife Geoff
And I think, well we'll all die one day
But if I could just show you the way

Then she could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine

Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
A smile and a kiss from some bleach blonded whore
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff

Yes killing you Geoff, and really what for
I'm round at your house most evenings what's more
I've been in your car ten times or more
And as for your wife Geoff
Well what are friends for Geoff
Say nothing more Geoff
What are friends for
Oh Geoff






:D :D :D
 
If one day you see him there
All misty eyes and greying hair
If your children stop and stare
To see him in that state
When he can no longer speak his name
Nor ever sing a song again
Nor take the credit or the blame
For all those past mistakes
Say

If you had known him way back then
Before the rot of age set in
When he rolled his eyes and revelled in
The errors of his ways
If you had known that man I knew
And not this wreck in front of you
I might have introduced you to
A younger Mr Jeays

When all aflame with youthful zest
He raised his eyes and raised his fist
And shouted God does not exist
Controversial Mr Jeays
When he stood up with a passion for
An end to violence and war
And said tax the rich and feed the poor
Oh bravo Mr Jeays

Oh if you had known him way back then
Before the rot of age set in
When he rolled his eyes and revelled in
The errors of his ways
If you had known that man I knew
And not this wreck in front of you
I might have introduced you to
The rebel Mr Jeays

When he took it all upon himself
To try and gain enormous wealth
Singing songs all about himself
Tragic Mr Jeays
When on Beachy Head above the rocks
His true love he gave unorthodox
His last Rolo in a jewellery box
Romantic Mr Jeays

Oh if you had known him way back then
Before the rot of age set in
When he rolled his eyes and revelled in
The errors of his ways
If you had known that man I knew
And not this wreck in front of you
I might have introduced you to
The dreamer Mr Jeays

And while others worked their lives away
He sat in the park all day
Dreaming poetic things to say
Conscientious Mr Jeays
Sitting there with his cocker spaniel
That he decided to call Daniel
With his pen and pad and his rhyming manual
Talented Mr Jeays

Oh if you had known him way back then
Before the rot of age set in
When he rolled his eyes and revelled in
The errors of his ways
If you had known that man I knew
And not this wreck in front of you
I might have introduced you to
The work-shy Mr Jeays

So if one day you see him there
All misty eyes and greying hair
If your children stop and stare
To see him in that state
When he can no longer speak his name
Nor ever sing a song again
Nor take the credit or the blame
For all those past mistakes
Say

If you had known him way back then
Before the rot of age set in
When he rolled his eyes and revelled in
The errors of his ways
If you had known that man I knew
And not this wreck in front of you
I might have introduced you to
A younger Mr Jeays




*changes name to jeays*
 
You have put on your feety pajamas
It's time for a long winter's nap
There's a knock on the door and a stranger is there
He wants you to sit on his lap
He takes your watch and he gives you a hairbrush
Your wife gets a wig on a chain
He says he can't stay
Cause he's got a long way to go
And it's starting to rain

Christmas is interesting
Like a knife in your heart
Christmas is interesting
How it tears you apart
Christmas is interesting
Like a stick in your eye
It's so freaking interesting
That it might make you cry

So you're an elf, but you'd rather be a dentist
Maybe you're a train with square wheels
Maybe you're a squirt gun that only shoots jam
Now you know how Jesus feels
He is riding a sleigh he calls Rosebud
His mansion is lonely and cold
He can't remember a pleasant December
When he wasn't tired and old

Christmas is interesting
Like a knife in your heart
Christmas is interesting
How it tears you apart
Christmas is interesting
Like a stick in your eye
It's so freaking interesting
That it might make you cry

So you're drunk and your name is Jimmy Stewart
You once had a wonderful life
Then you lost all your money, you cracked up your car
You yelled at your favorite wife
You go to bed and you wait for Jacob Marley
He comes to make you feel brave
But under his cloak he is nothing but smoke
And a finger that points at your grave

Christmas is interesting
Like a knife in your heart
Christmas is interesting
How it tears you apart
Christmas is interesting
Like a stick in your eye
It's so freaking interesting
That it might make you cry
 
Try to explain,
The best the way I can.
Trying to cover,
Every reason.
Why Peter and I,
Took your identical twin sister,
Into the garden.

The smell of sex,
Blended with the scent of the flowers.

That was swept away by the wind.
In a matter of seconds

Why are there tears?
It could have been you.

Peter was weak,
He wanted you more than her.

But even he had had written,
“You can hardly tell the difference.”

When we went back indoors,
Your photographs seen there to stare.

As if in disagreement with the recent events.

I know very little about the distance between the stars…..

Or about the motives of thieves.

But I can always smell the summer coming….

At the latest, by early spring.
 
I was born in the year punk broke
Days before the king was dead
It was the year of the snake
I was a red-faced child
Who stumbled where he tread
Was kept in orderly file
My parents named me Ed
I tried my hardest to smile
And like my daddy said
I've tried to be myself
Sometimes daydreaming for hours
Wishing for a dangerous life
Cut the leash some slack
Run into the morning light
Race the trains by the track
Until my mouth feels dry

But can you count me?
I might let you down
In a world that is so sensational
No you can count on me
I'm for the now
Up against the oder generation's wall

Born in the '70s
Born in the '70s

After a length of time
You're this parody
Just like the record's stuck
Always repeating the past
That never liked you before
You had no reason to last
We're in a silent war
A telepathic blast
And like my daddy said
These are exciting times
The future grabs my throat
And lets me know it's alright
If I believe in love
Then I believe in hate too
I'll taste the darker stuff
To find some lasting truth

Born in the '70s
(no we don't really give a fuck about you)


(gah. too much caffeine, sugar, nicotine, lyrics and internet access)
 
Allez venez! Milord
Vous asseoir à ma table
Il fait si froid dehors
Ici, c'est confortable
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises
Vos peines sur mon cœur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Une ombre de la rue...

Pourtant, je vous ai frôlé
Quand vous passiez hier
Vous n'étiez pas peu fier
Dame! le ciel vous comblait
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos épaules
Vous aviez le beau rôle
On aurait dit le roi
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu! qu'elle était belle
J'en ai froid dans le cœur...

Allez venez! Milord
Vous asseoir à ma table
Il fait si froid dehors
Ici, c'est confortable
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises
Vos peines sur mon cœur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Une ombre de la rue...

Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se déchire
Quand le navire s'en va
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ça vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre après...

Allez venez! Milord
Vous avez l'air d'un môme
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Venez dans mon royaume
Je soigne les remords
Je chante la romance
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance
Regardez-moi, Milord
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
Mais vous pleurez, Milord
Ça, j' l'aurais jamais cru.



Eh! bien voyons, Milord
Souriez-moi, Milord
Mieux que ça, un p'tit effort...
Voilà, c'est ça!
Allez riez! Milord
Allez chantez! Milord
Ta da da da...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord
Ta da da da...
Bravo! Milord...
Encore, Milord...
Ta da da da...
 
Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s' effondrer
Et la terre peut bien s' écrouler
Peu m' importe si tu m 'aimes
Je me fous du monde entier

Tant qu' l' amour inondera mes matins
Tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains
Peu m' importent les problèmes
Mon amour puisque tu m' aimes

J' irais jusqu' au bout du monde
Je me ferais teindre en blonde
Si tu me le demandais
J' irais décrocher la lune
J' irais voler la fortune
Si tu me le demandais

Je renierais ma patrie
Je renierais mes amis
Si tu me le demandais
On peut bien rire de moi
Je ferais n'importe quoi
Si tu me le demandais

Si un jour la vie t' arrache à moi
Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi
Peu m' importe si tu m' aimes
Car moi je mourrai aussi
Nous aurons pour nous l' éternité
Dans le bleu de toute l' immensité
Dans le ciel plus de problèmes
Mon amour crois tu qu' on s' aime

Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment
 
La fille de joie est belle

Au coin de la rue Labas

Elle a une clientèle

Qui lui remplit son bas

Quand son boulot s'achève

Elle s'en va à son tour

Chercher un peu de rêve

Dans un bal du faubourg

Son homme est un artiste

C'est un drôle de petit gars

Un accordéoniste

Qui sait jouer la java



Elle écoute la java

Mais elle ne la danse pas

Elle ne regarde même pas la piste

Et ses yeux amoureux

Suivent le jeu nerveux

Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste

Ça lui rentre dans la peau

Par le bas, par le haut

Elle a envie de chanter

C'est physique

Tout son être est tendu

Son souffle est suspendu

C'est une vraie tordue de la musique



La fille de joie est triste

Au coin de la rue Labas

Son accordéoniste

Il est parti soldat

Quand y reviendra de la guerre

Ils prendront une maison

Elle sera la caissière

Et lui, sera le patron

Que la vie sera belle

Ils seront de vrais pachas

Et tous les soirs pour elle

Il jouera la java



Elle écoute la java

Qu'elle fredonne tout bas

Elle revoit son accordéoniste

Et ses yeux amoureux

Suivent le jeu nerveux

Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste

Ça lui rentre dans la peau

Par le bas, par le haut

Elle a envie de chanter

C'est physique

Tout son être est tendu

Son souffle est suspendu

C'est une vraie tordue de la musique



La fille de joie est seule

Au coin de la rue Labas

Les filles qui font la gueule

Les hommes n'en veulent pas

Et tant pis si elle crève

Son homme ne reviendra plus

Adieux tous les beaux rêves





Sa vie, elle est foutue

Pourtant ses jambes tristes

L'emmènent au boui-boui

Où y a un autre artiste

Qui joue toute la nuit



Elle écoute la java...

... elle entend la java

... elle a fermé les yeux

... et les doigts secs et nerveux ...

Ça lui rentre dans la peau

Par le bas, par le haut

Elle a envie de gueuler

C'est physique

Alors pour oublier

Elle s'est mise à danser, à tourner

Au son de la musique...
 
And head up dear,
You're shallow and blind

And head up dear,
The rabbit may die

'Cause I'm putting the boot in tonight

And head up dear,
You're shallow and blind

And head up dear
The rabbit may die

And you say Hi
And you say Hi

Because i'm putting up with your constant whine
And that won't last too long

And friendly faces with put on smiles
A drunken mind game past

Because I'm putting the boot in tonight

Head up dear,
Your shallow and blind

And head up dear
The rabbit may die

And you stay high
And you stay high

Because i'm putting up with your constant whine
And I won't last too long

And friendly faces with put on smiles
A drunken mind game past

'Cause I'm putting the boot in tonight
 
the mark ronson version feat tiggers

Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm fallin'

There's no escape
I can't hide
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm lovin' it

Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic

It's getting late
To give it up
I took a sip
From my devil cup
Slowly
It's taking over me

Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic

Don't you know that you're toxic

Taste of my lips and having fun

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic

I'm intoxicated now
I think you'll love it now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
I'm intoxicated now
I think you'll love it now
I think I'm ready now
 
they were ringing the fucking bells on Saturday night too

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

*blubs*
 
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
 
this is nancy chin with a WPTF special news brief there has been another brutal school shooting this time at Melon Bayside high, mike did you catch that? we have no number of the wounded or dead, but we have a positive ID on the shooter, her name is Rebecca Gate-Scott, a 16 year old junior, she has been positively identified there has been no mode of release as of yet but miss scott is in police custody please stay tuned throughout the day as we uncover this unfortunate incident, and try to get the bottom of it, this recent violent epidemic...

you can call me becky
I'm 16, the melon bay junior prom queen
this year I made the deans list and I go steady with the captain of the team
guess I'm the most popular girl around
OK, the most popular girl in town
I'm not conceited I swear, when I wanted to dance I didn't even wear the crown
I'm really sweet
after school in the week I tutor kids in science and math
and everyone in my class has gone back and taken a test and passed
I live with my little sister and grandfather
and mom and dad of course
they've been together for 25 years and never dreamed of a divorce
my moms a doctor
she's hardly ever home
my dads an investment broker
my grandpa he's a war vet, heavy drinker, heavy smoker
mommy tried to get him to quit
but he just laughs it off
says that if those damn jap's couldn't kill him he's not worried about death and coughs
my sister rose is 10
she's the thing that makes my daddy smile
sweeter than cherry pie
blonde with deep blueberry eyes
a little me, we're really close
she has a room thats full of toys
and hates 98 degrees and n'sync but loves the backstreet boys
and I would kill for her, I mean
I would do whatever it took to keep her safe and innocent and far from harm thats threatening in any place
even if it's home
I hate leaving her alone,
she cries at night, sometimes I'm afraid that I might do something
lose control and abuse something
cus daddy hugs her too tight
and rose grows thorns and black blue bruises on her wrists
like where I slit mine, I mean that time I fell and cut my arms a bit
I'm rambling on...
you don't understand, nobody does
sometimes when I'm alone I squeeze my nails into my hands hard enough to draw blood
stop the talking, I'm not crazy it's probably just from when I had braces
and when I lay in bed at night I'd pick up radio stations
and they used to tease me, call me names and stuff
but thats just kids
I used to be mad about it, but that was then, now Im grown forget about it
now I'm picture perfect
pretty prissy painted and deserved
and I pity those who hurt me
I lay the law
guilty verdict.

I hear them talking about me
they think I don't
but I know what they're saying
they think I cant hear them when I'm walking past
they stop and smile and chat
but all the while they're plotting behind my back
all my friends even the teachers
even when I'm cheering
I can hear them whispering way up in the bleachers
they think I'm ugly, they're still calling me names
they think that it's funny
they think I'm nothing without money
they think I'm anorexic and hungry
even my best friend, I hate them all, they're all plotting against me
trying to convince me that nothings wrong
but the whole worlds against me, I know it
the principal called me in the office to talk about the deans list
and then he backed me up into the door and made me touch his penis
and called me a whore
and said that if I told he'd do everything in his power to stop me graduating until I was old
then onto rose who he'll deflower
and daddy doesn't come into my room at night since rose was about six
I guess I missed the times when he used to visit me
you think that I'm sick?
well I don't care
and mommy knew and she wanted to join in the fun
but ever since my little sister was born they made her number one
and grandpa makes me hold his thing and put my mouth on it
so ever since I can remember I've never told anyone about it
but I've got a plan and I dont care who thinks its wrong
if you were me what would you do?
I've played allong til now, but tell me, would you?

this morning I got up
walked to the bathroom and grabbed the scissors and stared in the mirror and started cutting til there was nothing left
hair falling in chunks
and picked up a blunt razor
and passed it once
starting at the back of my neck and moving slowly forward to the front
a reverse bizarre taxi driver
blood dripping in my eyes
I looked and laughed loud
mommy heard and walked by the door and passed out
I grabbed the bitch by her feet
closed the door and tied her to the bed
stripped her gagged her mouth and jumped to the top
pulled the razor back and ripped her fucking throat open
watched her choke and soaked in blood
I headed downstairs to the kitchen
grabbed rose by the hair and slit her with daddy standing there
he tried to tackle me
so I jabbed him in the abdomen
then I jumped, flipped, turned and stabbed him in the back again
and when he fell to the floor I stopped
heard a loud bang and a cough
I walked in the living room and grandpa stood gripping a sawn off
I dropped to my knees and started crying and screaming why and I'm sorry and what have I done and all sorts of emotional lying
he dropped the gun and ran to me
shaking and screaming
I tried to free myself and go for the gun but his grip just wouldn't let me
grandpa call the police I think rose is still breathing, please
he let go, ran to the kitchen
I ran to get hold of the piece
I picked it up, cocked it back and blew off both of his knees
left him laying in the hall bleeding to death and I snatched the car keys

oh god...
ok...
what have I done...
allright...
I didnt do anything wrong...
they deserved it...
they got all thats coming to them... it's not me, I'm not crazy, I'm not hearing voices, no, no no...
it's what was supposed to happen...
now I'm just gonna go to school....
and...
y'know what... no, nevermind...
cus everything I'm doing is right and they are supposed to die...
and, and... it's them, they did it to me first...
and... it's because I'm a good person...
i am because I'm good enough and I'm smart enough...
and people like me... no they don't... yes they do... no they don't.... yes they....
OK.... alright... I'm just gonna go to school....
and I'll work everything out....

pulled up in the school parking lot, just me destiny and a shotgun riding
perfect timing
assembly in the cafeteria for joy of creative writing
I walked up to the front doors and blew them open
started aiming and blasting stood frozen in the main hall
smoke rising sounds of screaming and gasping they were everywhere
I ran into the west wing stairs
laughing and through the gyms, stopped to reload
pulled out grandpas favorite flask and took a hit of gin
then raised the gun up and blasted one ceiling
it's time to pay, I hear footsteps poured the liquor out and turned to blow the person away
I kick the corpse
walked, continued on my course
and heard the cries of helpless little victims
let me tell you they all deserve to die
walked to the middle of the room and
hopped on the table started letting off wherever
setting off the fire alarms and I turned my firearms around and held my finger tight and pulled the trigger
wetting the room, watching bodies drop to the floor
and quiver held my finger tight and pulled the trigger
bloodbath, there was red everywhere
on the walls on my hands on the doors on the lunch trays on the posters on the ceiling fans
I raised the gun up and shot out the glare of the fluorescent lights
stopped and smiled towards, in defiance in the darkened mayhem
it all serves them right
continued shooting til the last shell dropped
then I hopped off the table and stood in the middle of the room
leaned back and admired the view
it was like a sunset in heaven.....
 
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