What lyrics are you listening to now?

[rollinder]

was:
They tell us there are only two sides to be on
If you are on our side you’re right if not you’re wrong
But are we innocent, paragons of good?
Is our guilt erased by the pain that we’ve endured?
Hey look it's time to pledge allegiance
Oh god I love my dirty Uncle Sam
Our country's marching to the beat now
And we must learn to step in time
Where is the questioning where is the protest song?
Since when is skepticism un-American?
Dissent’s not treason but they talk like it’s the same
Those who disagree are afraid to show their face
Let's break out our old machines now
It sure is good to see them run again
Oh gentlemen start your engines
And we know where we get the oil from
Are you feeling alright now
Paint myself all red white blue
Are you singing let's fight now
Innocent people die, uh oh
There are reasons to unite
Is this why we unite?
If you hate this time
Remember we are the time!
Show you love your country go out and spend some cash
Red white blue hot pants doing it for Uncle Sam
Flex our muscles show them we’re stronger than the rest
Raise your hands up baby are you sure that we’re the best?
We'll come out with our fists raised
The good old boys are back on top again
And if we let them lead us blindly
The past becomes the future once again

now:
Voices on the radio
tell us that we’re going to war
those brave men and women in uniform
they want to know what they’re fighting for.

The generals want to hear the end game
the allies won’t approve the plan
but the oil men in the white house
they just don’t give a damn.

It’s all about the price of oil
it’s all about the price of oil
don’t give me no shit
about blood, sweat, tears and toil
it’s all about the price of oil

Now I ain’t no fan of Saddam Hussein
oh, please don’t get me wrong
if it’s freeing the Iraqi people you’re after
then why have we waited so long.

Why didn’t we sort this out last time
was he less evil than he is now
the stock market holds the answer
to why him, why here, why now.

Saddam killed his own people
just like general Pinochet
and once upon a time both these evil men
were supported by the U.S.A.

And whisper it, even Bin Laden
once drank from America’s cup
just like that election down in Florida
this shit doesn’t all add up.

It’s all about the price of oil
‘cause it’s all about the price of oil
don’t give me no shit
about blood, sweat, tears and toil
it’s all about the price of oil.

 

[Firky]

There's a man talking on the radio
What he's saying I don't really know
Seems he's lost some stocks and shares
Stops and stares
He's afraid I know
That's the way it goes

There's a man talking of the promised land
He'll aquire it with some Krugerrand
Subdivide and deal it out
Feel his clout
He can stoop so low
And that's the way it goes

There's an actor who hopes to fit the bill
Sees a shining city on a hill
Step up close and see he's blind
Wined and dined
All he has is pose
And that's the way it goes

There's a fire that burns away the lies
Manifesting in the spiritual eye
Though you won't understand the way I feel
You conceal, all there is to know
That's the way it goes​

 

[Wolveryeti]

(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"

Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments
What, uhh, uhh
Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh
Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed
To my hustlin niggaz
Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggaz
My triple beam niggaz, word up

(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
"TEN"

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pots to bake up, word up, uhh

Crack king, Frank Whi'zza
Uhh

 

[dynamicbaddog]

Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty
You're listening to the boy from the big bad city
This is jam hot
This is jam hot
Friends tell me I am crazy
That I'm wasting time with you
You'll never be mine
That's not the way I see it
Coz I feel you're glad you're mine
Whenever you're with me

People always talk about reputation
I don't care about your other girls
Just be good to me
Just be good to me
Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty
You're listening to the boy from the big bad city
This is jam hot
This is jam hot

Love is a game of chances
So I'll take my chance with you
And you I won't try to change
We talk about it and I'd
Rather have a piece of you
Than out of nothing

Just be good to me in the morning
Just be good to me in the afternoon or evening
Yeah just be good to me
I'm not the jealous kind
I won't tie you down
When you need me
I'll be around
I'll be good to you
You'll be good to me
We could be together, be together

(Just be good to me)
(Just be good to me)
(Just be good to me)
Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty
You're listening to the boy from the big bad city
This is jam hot

 

[Masseuse]

The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it
is.The lock upon my garden gate's a snail,
that's what it is.First there is a mountain, then
there is no mountain, then there is.First there is a
mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.

 

[Dubversion]

Dory Previn - The Lady With The Braid.

i've been listening to this every couple of days for weeks now, and it still makes me well up. I can't recommend this enough..

would you care to stay till sunrise
it's completely your decision
it's just that going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a low and lonely ride

would you hang your denim jacket
near the poster by picasso
do you sleep on the left side or the right
would you mind if i leave on the light
would you mind if it isn't too bright
now i need the window open
so if you happen to get chilly
there's this coverlet my cousin hand crocheted
do you mind if the edges are frayed
would you like to unfasten my braid

shall i make you in the morning
a cup of home-made coffee
i will sweeten it with honey and with cream
when you sleep
do you have dreams?
you can read the early paper
and i can watch you while you shave
oh god the mirror's cracked
when you leave
will you come back?
you don't have to answer that at all
the bathroom door is just across the hall
you'll find an extra towel on the rack
on the paisley patterned papered wall
there's a comb on the shelf
i papered that wall myself
that wall
myself

would you care to stay till sunrise
it's completely your decision
it's just the night cuts through me like a knife
would you care to stay awhile and save my life?
would you care to stay awhile and save my life?

i don't know what made me say that
i've got this funny sense of humor
you know i could not be downhearted if i tried
it's just that going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
isn't going home is such a low and lonely ride

it's the little nervous laugh when she says "I don't know what made me say, that", as she gathers herself and gets back to the smalltalk, that kills me.

 

[sojourner]

i've been listening to this every couple of days for weeks now, and it still makes me well up. I can't recommend this enough..



it's the little nervous laugh when she says "I don't know what made me say, that", as she gathers herself and gets back to the smalltalk, that kills me.

Oh my - I've not heard any dory for a while now. She was a shared 'thing' between me n an ex...the whole thing with the 'I painted that wall myself '


I still can't listen to her very much good call though


e2a - aye, papered, not painted...duh

 

[sojourner]

Rattle big black bones
in the danger zone
there's a rumblin' groan
down below
there's a big dark town
it's a place I've found
there's a world going on
Underground
they're alive, they're awake
while the rest of the world is asleep
below the mine shaft roads
it will all unfold
there's a world going on
Underground
all the roots hang down
swing from town to town
they are marching around
down under your boots
all the trucks unload
beyond the gopher holes
there's a world going on
Underground

 

[sojourner]

Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
I rolled down the national stroll
and with a big fat paycheck
strapped to my hip sack
and a shore leave wristwatch underneath
my sleeve
in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels
I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank
and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga
and was in a bad need of a shave
and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
and shot billards with a midget
until the rain stopped
and I bought a long sleeved shirt
with horses on the front
and some gum and a lighter and a knife
and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)
and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife

and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home
and I miss my Baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so

Well I was pacing myself
trying to make it all last
squeezing all the life
out of a lousy two day pass
and I had a cold one at the Dragon
with some Filipino floor show
and talked baseball with a lieutenant
over a Singapore sling
and I wondered how the same moon outside
over this Chinatown fair
could look down on Illinois
and find you there
and you know I love you Baby

and I'm so far away from home
and I miss my Baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so

Shore Leave...
Shore Leave...

 

[sojourner]

Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind. They had a
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan
they were so happy

One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red then
Frank put on a top forty station
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed north
Never could stand that dog

 

[sojourner]

Well he came home from the war
with a party in his head
and modified Brougham DeVille
and a pair of legs that opened up
like butterfly wings
and a mad dog that wouldn't
sit still
he went and took up with a Salvation Army
Band girl
who played dirty water
on a swordfishtrombone
he went to sleep at the bottom of
Tenkiller lake
and he said "gee, but it's
great to be home."

Well he came home from the war
with a party in his head
and an idea for a fireworks display
and he knew that he'd be ready with
a stainless steel machete
and a half a pint of Ballentine's
each day
and he holed up in room above a hardware store
cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears
and he put a spell on some
poor little Crutchfield girl
and stayed like that for 27 years

Well he packed up all his
expectations he lit out for California
with a flyswatter banjo on his knee
with a lucky tiger in his angel hair
and benzedrine for getting there
they found him in a eucalyptus tree
lieutenant got him a canary bird
and shaked her head with every word
and Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song
and he got 20 years for lovin' her
from some Oklahoma governor
said everything this Doughboy
does is wrong

Now some say he's doing
the obituary mambo
and some say he's hanging on the wall
perhaps this yarn's the only thing
that holds this man together
some say he was never here at all

Some say they saw him down in
Birmingham, sleeping in a
boxcar going by
and if you think that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie...

 

[sojourner]

Yes, Tom Waits is sometimes the only thing you can listen to...that makes any sense

 

[sojourner]

and swallow tail coats
table cloths and patent leather shoes
bathing suits and bowling balls
and clarinets and rings
and all this radio really
needs is a fuse
a tinker, a tailor
a soldier's things
his rifle, his boots full of rocks
and this one is for bravery
and this one is for me
and everything's a dollar
in this box

Cuff links and hub caps
trophies and paperbacks
it's good transportation
but the brakes aren't so hot
neck tie and boxing gloves
this jackknife is rusted
you can pound that dent out
on the hood
a tinker, a tailor
a soldier's things
his rifle, his boots full of rocks
oh and this one is for bravery
and this one is for me
and everything's a dollar
in this box

 

[sojourner]

Well ya play that Tarantella
All the hounds they start to roar
And the boys all go to hell
Then the Cubans hit the floor
And they drive along the pipeline
They tango till they're sore
They take apart their nightmares
And they leave them by the door.
Chorus:
Let me fall out the window
With confetti in my hair
Deal out jacks or better
On a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forever more.

Make sure they play my theme song
I guess daisies will have to do
Just get me to New Orleans
And paint shadows on the pews
Turn the spit on that pig
Kick the drum and let me down
Put my clarinet beneath your bed
Till I get back in town.
Chorus

Just sure she's all in calico
And the color of a doll
Wave the flag on cadillac day
And a skillet on the wall
Cut me a switch or hold you breath
Till the sun goes down
Write my name on the hood
Send me off to another town.

 

[rollinder]

they can make things worse for me
sometimes i'd rather die
they can tell me lots of things
but i can't see eye to eye
well, i know they know the way i think
i know they always will
but someday i'm gonna change my mind
sometimes i'd rather kill

bloodstains - speed kills
fast cars - cheap thrills
rich girls - fine wine
i've lost my sense - i've lost control - i've lost my mind

things seem so much different now
the scene has died away
i haven't got a steady job
and i've got no place to stay
well, it's a futuristic modern world
but things aren't what they seem
someday you'd better wake up
from this stupid fantasy

 

[foamy]

The wind is in from africa
Last night I couldnt sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here carey
But its really not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy french cologne

Oh carey get out your cane
And Ill put on some silver
Oh youre a mean old daddy, but I like you fine

Come on down to the mermaid cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And well laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Lets have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine
Lets have another round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town

Come on, carey, get out your cane
Ill put on some silver
Oh youre a mean old daddy, but I like you

Maybe Ill go to amsterdam
Or maybe Ill go to rome
And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers round my room
But lets not talk about fare-thee-welis now
The night is a starry dome.
And theyre playin that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the matalla moon

Come on, carey, get out your cane
And Ill put on some silver
Youre a mean old daddy, but I like you

The wind is in from africa
Last night I couldnt sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here
But, its really not my home
Maybe its been too long a time
Since I was scramblin down in the street
Now they got me used to that clean white linen
And that fancy french cologne

Oh carey, get out your cane
Ill put on my finest silver
Well go to the mermaid cafe
Have fun tonight
I said, oh, youre a mean old daddy, but youre out of sight

 

[rollinder]

http://www.stablesound.co.uk/cameroncreep.php

If you think I'm in touch
I might get control
So I'm down with Sue Lawley
On Radio Four
I wanna run the country
Right into the ground
But Blair's still fuckin' PM
I wish I was PM....

But I'm a creep
I'm a tory
Why the hell would you vote for me?

 

[8ball]

But I'm a creep
I'm a tory
Why the hell would you vote for me?

Ah yes - know that one

Here's what I'm listening to - I love this song:

Drive my truck midway to the motorway station
Fairlane cruiser coming up on the left hand side
Headlight shining, driving rain on the window frame
Little young Lady Stardust hitching a ride... and it's

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Whizzkid sitting pretty on your two-wheel stallion
This ol' ten-ton lorry got a bead on you
Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion
Ain't nobody get the better of you-know-who

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Well there ain't no route you could choose to lose the two of us
Ain't nobody know when you're acting right or wrong
No-one knows if a roadway's leading nowhere
Gonna keep on driving home on the road I'm on...

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

 

[*Miss Daisy*]

Nick Cave - Where The Wild Roses Grow Lyrics

"Where The Wild Roses Grow"(feat.
Kylie Minogue)
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
[Chorus]
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
[Chorus]
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
[Chorus]

 

[Billynose]

Hey now, little speedyhead,
the read on the speedmeter says
you have to go to task in the city
where people drown and people serve.
Don't be shy. Your just deserve
is only just light years to go.

Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
ocean storm, bayberry moon.
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.

The ocean is the river's goal,
a need to leave the water knows
We're closer now than light years to go.

I have got to find the river,
bergamot and vetiver
run through my head and fall away.
Leave the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.

There's no one left to take the lead,
but I tell you and you can see
we're closer now than light years to go.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
Fall into the ocean.

The river to the ocean goes,
a fortune for the undertow.
None of this is going my way.
There is nothing left to throw
of Ginger, lemon, indigo,
coriander stem and rose of hay.
Strength and courage overrides
the privileged and weary eyes
of river poet search naivete.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
All of this is coming your way

 

[rollinder]

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

 

[Iam]

i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket,
he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high,
i guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
and when it flickered out, we laid him down to die,

turn on the light,
turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights,
yeah, a beacon in the night,
i'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

and i'll construct a rock of tempered beams and trusses
and equip it with just a million tiny suns,
i'll install upon the roof on my compartment
and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls

then i'll turn on the light
turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights,
a beacon in the night,
i'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

and i'll burn like a roman fucking candle,
(burn) like a chasm in the night,
(burn) for a miniscule duration,
ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight

 

[Iam]

I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah
And I don't want it, the things you're offering me
Symbolized bar code, quick ID, oh yeah

Cuz I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
Ain't life a mystery?

I can't explain it, the things you're saying to me
It's going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah

Cuz I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to read but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
Ain't life a mystery?

Tried to tell you about no control
But now I really don't know
And then you told me how bad you had to suffer
Is that really all you have to offer?

Cuz I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
Ain't life a mystery?

 

[Iam]

shut off the t.v. and peel off those sunday gloves,
and i'll stain the clean that you've been counting,
old mr. fletcher passed by here today,
after 40 years of toil he just stood up and walked away,
fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes,
he shrugged when i asked him about it,
he said "young man pay heed, you listen well to what i say,
now there comes a time for a man to walk away", walk away,
i'll be a parade, and i'll be determined that no one shall dissuade
on my way, i'll sure take some time to burn all the bridges that i'm leaving behind,
he passed by again and he was shivering from the cold,
i'm not sure but i think that he was trying,
he told me about the weather and something old to pay,
"but tomorrow", he said, "i'm gonna surely walk away"

 

[Iam]

I believe in desperate acts.
The kind that make me look stupid. (Look like a fool.)
Just keep reinventing myself.
It's move or die. (I change my form.)
These days the people I love
are spread so far apart. (All out of reach.)
It's a thin sheet
across the face. (Cover me now.)

That's pretty old.
I never felt like this before.
I say that every hour.

It's never going to be like it could have been.
Now it's just this room. (Window looks back.)
You're a big part of it.
But I don't care. (You take the lead.)
And can you really see me now
like I made me? (Made me anew.)
Just like
anyone else. (Safer alone.)

That's pretty old.
I never felt like this before.
I say that every hour.

So right, so wrong.
Another winter's coming on.
You win, you lose.
It's the same old news.
These things go wrong so often.
Pick up the phone
and punch your home code.
Somewhere, sometime
let me make you mine.

Lean your head on mine
like you used to. (Used to your lean.)
I don't mind
if you're faking it. (Make it seem real.)
I'm not asking the questions.
I'm not demanding the answers now. (Take what you give.)
Right or wrong, just take me, lead me on.
I'm going.

So right, so wrong.
Another winter's coming on.
You win, you lose.
It's the same old news.
These things go wrong so often.
Pick up the phone
and punch your home code.
Somewhere, sometime
let me make you mine.

 

[rollinder]

Have I ever told you how good it feels to hold you
It isnt easy to explain

And though Im really trying I think I may stop crying
My heart cant wait another day when you kiss me I just gotta
Kiss me I just gotta kiss me I just gotta say

Baby I love you cmon baby
Baby I love you ooh-wee-ooh baby
Baby I love I love only you

I cant live without you I love everythinh about you
I cant help it if I feel this way

Oh, Im so glad I found you I want my arms around you
I love to hear you call my name oh, tell me that ya feel
Tell me that ya feel tell me that ya feel the same

Baby I love you cmon baby
Baby I love you ooh-wee-ooh baby
Baby I love I love only you

Oh, Im so glad I found you I want my arms around you
I love to hear you call my name oh, tell me that ya feel
Tell me that ya feel tell me that ya feel the same

 

[Donna Ferentes]

Largo al factotum
della citta'.
Presto a bottega,
che' l'alba e' gia'.
Ah, che bel vivere,
che bel piacere
per un barbiere
di qualita'!
Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo;
fortunatissimo
per verita'!
Pronto a far tutto,
la notte e il giorno
sempre d'intorno,
in giro sta.
Miglior cuccagna
per un barbiere,
vita piu' nobile,
no, non si da'.
Rasori e pettini,
lancette e forbici,
al mio comando
tutto qui sta.
V'e' la risorsa,
poi, del mestiere
colla donnetta
col cavaliere
Ah, che bel vivere,
che bel piacere
per un barbiere
di qualita'!
Tutti mi chiedono,
tutti mi vogliono,
donne, ragazzi,
vecchi, fanciulle:
Qua la parrucca
Presto la barba
Qua la sanguigna
Presto il biglietto
Figaro Figaro
Son qua, son qua.
Figaro Figaro.
Eccomi qua.
Ahime', che furia!
Ahime', che folla!
Uno alla volta,
per carita'!
Pronto prontissimo
son come il fulmine:
sono il factotum
della citta'.
Ah, bravo Figaro!
bravo, bravissimo;
a te fortuna
non manchera'.

 

[rollinder]

I’m not a savior, and I’m not a saint.
The man with the answers I certainly ain’t.
I wouldn’t tell you what’s right or what’s wrong.
I’m just a singer of songs.

But I can take you for a walk along a little country stream.
I can make you see through lovers’ eyes and understand their dreams.
I can help you hear a baby’s laugh and feel the joy it brings.
Yes, I can do it with the songs I sing.
I’m not a prophet, and I’m not a priest.
I’m not a wise man who’s come from the East.
I wouldn’t tell you what’s right or what’s wrong.
I’m just a singer of songs.

But I can take you to a city where a man was crucified.
I can tell you how He lived, and I can tell you why He died.
I can help proclaim the glory of this mighty king of kings.
Yes, I can do it with the songs I sing.
I’m not a great man. I don’t claim to be.
But when I meet my Maker and He questions me,
I won’t hang my head. I’ll stand proud and strong
and say, “I was a singer. Lord, I was a singer.
Yes, I was a singer of songs.”

 

[rollinder]

It should be a while before I see doctor Death
So, it would sure would be nice if I could get my breath
Well, I'm not the cryin', nor the whinin' kind
'til I hear the whistle of the 309, of the 309, of the 309
Put me in my box on the 309

Take me to the depot, put me to bed
Blow an electric fan on my gnarly ol' head
Everybody take a look, see, I'm doin' fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, on the 309
Put me in my box on the 309

Hey, sweet baby, kiss me hard
Draw my bath water, sweep my yard
Give a drink of my wine to my jersey cow
I wouldn't give a hoot-and-nail for my journey now
On the 309, on the 309

I hear the sound of a railroad train
The whistle blows and I'm gone again
Hitman, take me higher than a Georgia pine
Stand back children, it's the 309
It's the 309, it's the 309
Put me in my box on the 309

A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn
Ain't felt this good since Jubilee morn'
Talk about luck, well, I got mine
Asthma comin' down like the 309
*haaaaaaaa.....*

Write me a letter, sing me a song
Tell me all about it, what I did wrong
Meanwhile, I will be doin' fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, on the 309
Gonna get outta here on the 309

 

[SubZeroCat]

You know, and i've been wondering
You know, all the way home
Whether the world will see
I'm a better man than others by far
You know, i've had it so good
How loathsome, and not quite my style
Work and vanity wasted my time inside
Oh, you see me in a cardigan
And a dress, dress, dress that i've been sick on

Oh how are you
Can't say i really care at the end of it all
Actually, oh, well there's something i've found
It's that we're just flesh and blood
And well, now, just one thing i've found
It's that we're just flesh and blood

And you know, and i've been wondering
You know, all the way home
Whether the world will see
I'm a better man than others by far

Ooh how are you
I shan't say i really care at the end of it all
Actually oh, there is something i've found
It's that we're just flesh and blood
Well, now, there's one thing i've found
It's that we're just skin and bones
Actually oh, there's something i've found
It's that we're just flesh and blood
And you're nothing much more
There's something, just something i've found
It's that we're just flesh and blood
And we're nothing much more

Oh no, what did i do wrong
Individual doubts
Just one thing i've found
We're just flesh and blood
Nothing much more
Something, just something i've found
That we're skin and bones
Yeah