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a lil on the emo sidez

"Your Heart Is An Empty Room"

Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue

Home's face: how it ages when you're away
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago

And all you see
Is where else you could be
When you're at home
Out on the street
Are so many possibilities
To not be alone

The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
'Cause you knew you were finally free

'Cause all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
Out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone

And all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home
There on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
 
I've been mostly listening to Battle of Mice recently. Superb album. Two songs:

battle of mice - lamb and the labradour said:
All your sympathy抯 gone
Onto needles and pins

And the scratch on your cheek
When the dye is cast red

Pillars melted to wood
Shallow breath that you held

Fevered threat in the ground
Home ward memories expound

All the fevering pitch
When you抮e breath is run raw

And the song of the strays
In the scratch on your cheek

battle of mice - sleep and dream said:
In a tiny little cave
A dog is sleeping on his back
Iron chains around his leg
But he's purring loud enough to snap
I see blood around his snout
A smile that's bigger than his mouth
They come to hurt him every day
To stomp him back into a crouch
They will never quite cut through
Cause he's got a little piece of you
The time gets longer every day
But he sits there smiling in his cave

They will never quite cut through
we've have
a little
piece of you

And all the spite you ever spate
betrays your monument to fate

Fall asleep and dream.

Salt in your skin
That leaves a small scar
It sits there in time
A red shiny star

Salt in your skin
That leaves a small scar
It sits there murdering time
A red shiny star

Shadow sweet in your bones
Helps to know what you said
The hand on your skin
Brings a war to your face

Fall asleep and dream now
Windows are made in your sighs
The piece you had hid to hide
The cave walls high in your mind

Fall asleep and dream now
Your heart is ready to die
Your jaws open wide
Windows are made in your mind
 
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty."
The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity."
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street

And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity."
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
 
Billy Bragg - The Lonesome Death of Rachel Corrie

An Israeli bulldozer killed poor Rachel Corrie
As she stood in its path in the town of Rafah
She lost her young life in an act of compassion
Trying to protect the poor people of Gaza
Whose homes are destroyed by tank shells and bulldozers
And whose plight is exploited by suicide bombers
Who kill in the name of the people of Gaza
But Rachel Corrie believed in non-violent resistance
Put herself in harm's way as a shield of the people
And paid with her life in a manner most brutal

But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

Rachel Corrie had 23 years
She was born in the town of Olympia, Washington
A skinny, messy, list-making chain-smoker
Who volunteered to protect the Palestinian people
Who had become non-persons in the eyes of the media
So that people were suffering and no one was seeing
Or hearing or talking or caring or acting
And the horrible math of the awful equation
That brought Rachel Corrie into this confrontation
Is that the spilt blood of a single American
Is worth more than the blood of a hundred Palestinians

But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

The artistic director of a New York theatre
Cancelled a play based on Rachel's writings
But she wasn't a bomber or a killer or fighter
But one who acted in the spirit of the Freedom Riders
Is there no place for a voice in America
That doesn't conform to the Fox News agenda?
Who believes in non-violence instead of brute force
Who is willing to confront the might of an army
Whose passionate beliefs were matched by her bravery
The question she asked rings out round the world
If America is truly the beacon of freedom
Then how can it stand by while they bring down the curtain
And turn Rachel Corrie into a non-person?

Oh, but you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.

:(
 
It may have been Camelot for Jack and Jacqueline
But on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasoline
Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying
Over luxury's disappointment
So he walks over and he's trying
To sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn her
That the Third World is just around the corner

In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded
That Dr Robert Oppenheimer's optimism fell
At the first hurdle

In the Cheese Pavilion and the only noise I hear
Is the sound of someone stacking chairs
And mopping up spilt beer
And someone asking questions and basking in the light
Of the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writer

Mixing Pop and Politics he asks me what the use is
I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses
While looking down the corridor
Out to where the van is waiting
I'm looking for the Great Leap Forwards

Jumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been posted
Even after closing time there's still parties to be hosted
You can be active with the activists
Or sleep in with the sleepers
While you're waiting for the Great Leap Forwards

One leap forward, two leaps back
Will politics get me the sack?

Here comes the future and you can't run from it
If you've got a blacklist I want to be on it

It's a mighty long way down rock 'n roll
From Top of the Pops to drawing the dole

If no one seems to understand
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman

In a perfect world we'd all sing in tune
But this is reality so give me some room

So join the struggle while you may
The Revolution is just a T-shirt away
Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards
 
With the money from her accident
She bought herself a mobile home
So at least she could get some enjoyment
Out of being alone
No one could say that she was left up on the shelf
Its you and me against the world kid she mumbled to herself

Chorus:
When the world falls apart some things stay in place
Levi stubbs tears run down his face

She ran away from home with her mothers best coat
She was married before she was even entitled to vote
And her husband was one of those blokes
The sort that only laughs at his own jokes
The sort that war takes away
And when there wasnt a war he left her anyway

Norman whitfield and barratt strong
Are here to make everything right thats wrong
Holland and holland and lamont dozier too
Are here to make it all okay with you

One dark night he came home from the sea
And put a hole in her body where no hole should be
It hurt her more to see him walking out the door
And though they stitched her back together they left her heart in pieces on the
Floor

When the world falls apart some things stay in place
She takes off the four tops tape and puts it back in its case
When the world falls apart some things stay in place
Levi stubbs tears...
 
Yes the rhythm the rebel
Without a pause I'm lowering my level
The hard rhymer where you never been I'm in
You want stylin' you know it's time again
D the enemy tellin you to hear it
They praised the music this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album the show
Bum rush the sound I made a year ago
I guess you know you guess I'm just a radical
Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical
The only part your body should be parting to
Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you

Radio - suckers never play me
On the mix - just O.K. me
Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns
Hard - my calling card
Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor - a rebel in his own mind
Supporter of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime

Terminator X

From a rebel it's final on black vinyl
Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn - suckers burn to learn
They can't dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam - tells you who I am
The enemy's public - they really give a damn
Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and
That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent
Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope
Claimin' where we get our rhythm from
Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun - and still never on the run
You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when
And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is
Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun
Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun
Suckers - don't last a minute
Soft and smooth - I ain't with it
Hardcore - rawbone like a razor
I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya
Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya
Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya
Playin' the role I got soul too
Voice my opinion with volume
Smooth - no what I am
Rough - cause I'm the man

No matter what the name - we're all the same
Pieces in one big chess game
Yeah - the voice of power
Is in the house - go take a shower boy
P.E. a group, a crew - not singular
We were black Wranglers
We're rap stranglers
You can't angle us - I know you're listenin'
I caught you pissin' in you're pants
You're scared of us dissin' us
The crowd is missin' us
We're on a mission boy

Terminator X

Attitude - when I'm on fire
Juice on the loose - electric wire
Simple and plain - give me the lane
I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley
See the car keys - you'll never get these
They belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son - you wanna get some
Rush the door on a store - pick up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
So I can enter your mind - Boys
Bring the noise - my time
Step aside for the flex - Terminator X
 
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy,
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high,
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' give props to my ho cause she all fly,
But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as 'Kid Funky Fried',
Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine,
Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie,
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me cookie,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice,
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven,
This honkey's gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk,
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist,
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis cause he's the anti-christ,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Everybody here we go,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Throw your hands in the air,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Wave 'em like you don't care,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everbody say ho,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everybody here we go.
 
Say you wanna get in
And then you wanna get out
When you get the money
To buy yourself a castle
How will you wear your leisure
Zipper back and front
On the fence together
Weekends in leather

Flip to the right
Slip back to the left
For handshakes at the ranch
Small talk at the crossroads
Rubbing up to the ladder
Sucking on every rung
Coming up forever and hanging on

That's entertainment
Cameras roll
Can you face the pavement
For a happy dog and pony show
Everybody loves you baby
Do you miss me
I miss you

Buy this car to drive to work
Drive to work to pay for this car
Buy this car to drive to work
Drive to work to pay for this car
Buy this car to drive to work
Drive to work to pay for this car

"Handshakes" - Metric
 
There was this girl,
and she looked like a school teacher
With strappy sandals and a cotton dress
And her hair was always in a long, long plait
With big white clips to keep it all in
And stop it falling out
And stop it falling out
And she did the Charleston to every sort of music
especially if it was punk
Then it would be the Charleston sped up
And the first time I saw her,
she was dancing all alone,
in the middle of a red-carpeted room
And everyone was watching, but pretending not to
She was quite something,
and she knew all my friends' names
But I don't think she'd remember mine
Then he said...

My pretty baby, would you like to dance?
And I thought,
My pretty baby, I might give you a chance
And he said,
My little lady you must understand
That I am not a magician, I am nothing but a man

But it didn't matter anyway,
because we danced all the same
And it seemed to me,
we were dancing better than her
Much better
And I smoked 4 cigarettes that night,
and 5 the next day, and 6 the next night
To share a cigarette, and remember all
the ones we shared before

But I still remember that night,
(Still remember)
And I still remember the red-carpeted room
(Still remember)
And I still remember it when he came up to me and said
(Still remember)
Yeah, I still remember when he came up to me and said
(Still remember, still remember, still remember)
He said...

My pretty baby, would you like to dance?
(My pretty baby, would you like to dance?)
And I thought,
My pretty baby, I might give you a chance
(My pretty baby, I might give you a chance)
Then he said,
My little lady you must understand.
(My little lady)
That I am not a magician, I am nothing but a man
(Nothing but a man)

My pretty baby, would you like to dance?
And I thought,
My pretty baby, I might give you a chance
Then he said
My little lady you must understand
That I am not a magician, I am nothing but a man

He's my magician man
My magician man
He's my magician man
He's my magician man

Pipettes - Magician Man
 
white rabbit again. :D

I'm a sailor peg
and I've lost my leg
I've climbed up the top sails
I've lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg

I'm a sailor peg
and I've lost my leg
I've climbed up the top sails
I've lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg
 
What you get and what you see
Things that dont come easily
Feeling happy in my vein
Icicles within my brain


Something blowing in my head
Winters ice, it soon will spread
Death would freeze my very soul
Makes me happy, makes me cold

My eyes are blind but I can see
The snowflakes glisten on the tree
The sun no longer sets me free
I feel theres no place freezing me

Let the winter sun shine on
Let me feel the frost of dawn
Fill my dreams with flakes of snow
Soon Ill feel the chilling glow

Dont you think I know what Im doing
Dont tell me that its doing me wrong
Youre the one whos really a loser
This is where I feel I belong

Crystal world with winter flowers
Turns my day to frozen hours
Lying snowblind in the sun
Will my ice age ever come?
 
http://www.zmag.org/content/showarticle.cfm?ItemID=10100

An Israeli bulldozer killed poor Rachel Corrie
As she stood in its path in the town of Rafah
She lost her young life in an act of compassion
Trying to protect the poor people of Gaza
Whose homes are destroyed by tank shells and bulldozers
And whose plight is exploited by suicide bombers
Who kill in the name of the people of Gaza
But Rachel Corrie believed in non-violent resistance
Put herself in harm's way as a shield of the people
And paid with her life in a manner most brutal



But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

Rachel Corrie had 23 years
She was born in the town of Olympia, Washington
A skinny, messy, list-making chain-smoker
Who volunteered to protect the Palestinian people
Who had become non-persons in the eyes of the media
So that people were suffering and no one was seeing
Or hearing or talking or caring or acting
And the horrible math of the awful equation
That brought Rachel Corrie into this confrontation
Is that the spilt blood of a single American
Is worth more than the blood of a hundred Palestinians

But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

The artistic director of a New York theatre
Cancelled a play based on Rachel's writings
But she wasn't a bomber or a killer or fighter
But one who acted in the spirit of the Freedom Riders
Is there no place for a voice in America
That doesn't conform to the Fox News agenda?
Who believes in non-violence instead of brute force
Who is willing to confront the might of an army
Whose passionate beliefs were matched by her bravery
The question she asked rings out round the world
If America is truly the beacon of freedom
Then how can it stand by while they bring down the curtain
And turn Rachel Corrie into a non-person?

Oh, but you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
 
J - First They Came

First they came for the Jews,
I did not speak out because I was not a Jew,
then they came for the Communists,
I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for Trade Unionists,
I did not speak out because I was not a Trade Unionist
Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak out for me

First they came for the neighbours, then they came for the family next door
then they came for the girl across the hall
and then they came for me.
 
come off crisp and play up to the cynic
clean and schooled right down to the minute
you need to hear that your life is rough
speaking out and cold that you've had enough

you know how to live and your heart's gone "bi"
substance rush giving art a try
your righteous squat's been burned to the
ground
pass the buck
never utter a sound

high times, hard times
downtown julie brown

you turned out
wasted time
need escape me
missed it, right?
you turned out
take my tim
give it to you
get out
 
Every tired second,
Every heavy page,
They fold into a nightmare,
They almost turn to rage.
I felt like I was draining,
I should have been happy.
And no one should need nothing,
You never needed me.
And it's always raining.
And it's always raining.
Californian girlfriend,
I am calling from the end.
Californian girlfriend,
Things will fall apart again.
Everything you gave me,
Everything you know,
It's my newest form of torture,
My newest broken bow.
I'm running out of fortune,
I'm running out of pain,
And I benefit from sadness
And sadness cools my brain.
Californian girlfriend,
I am calling from the end.
Californian girlfriend,
Things will fall apart again.
And it's always raining.
And it's always raining.
Californian girlfriend,
I am calling from the end.
Californian girlfriend,
Things will fall apart again.
Californian girlfriend,
I am calling from the end.
Californian girlfriend...
 
I could be so good for you.
I'm gonna help ya!
Love you like you want me to.
I'll do anything for you...
I'll be so good for you
 
This is New York boy
We wanna hear you talk boy
This is New York Boy
You ain't never gonna walk
Downtown they got some guy
Shot forty-seven people on a PCP high
Uptown they got a team from Queens
Busy beating people through a mean machine, yeoww

You had a shot at a thing called love
In the Hollywood hills
You can't help but follow that love
Even if it kills

This is New York boy
Murder one in court boy
This is New York boy
You ain't ever gonna walk

You were a rebel in a drum town son
Somebody loaded up the plastic gun
Seen that monkey got you shooting in your blood
Using bullets from the dum dum club

You had a shot at a thing called love
In the Hollywood hills
You can't help but follow that love
Even if it kills

You had a shot at at thing called love
Like shooting up on pills
You can't help but follow that love
Even if it kills

You can't make a deal son
Your life is ruined
You can't play with knives
The junkie's still alive

You had a shot at a thing called love
In the Hollywood hills
You can't help but follow that love
Even if it kills

You had a shot at a thing called love
Like shooting up on pills
You can't help but follow that love
Even if it kills

You gotta follow that love
You gotta follow that love
Just follow that love
Follow that love

Even if it kills
Even if it kills
Even if it kills
 
Black Flag - Black Coffee :cool:

Who are you with, where have you been
Imagination turns thoughts, reason can't change
Staring at the walls, think I know what I see
Anger and coffee, feeling mean

Drinking black coffee, black coffee, drinking black coffee, staring at the wall
Black coffee, black coffee, black coffee, staring at the wall
Black coffee, drinking black coffee, drinking black coffee, staring at the...
Stab through my heart, stab through my heart, stab through my heart
But its all in my mind, mind, mind, mind
Just in my mind, mind, mind, mind
Its just in my mind, yeaaaaaaaaa

My heart is pounding, as stare at the wall
Its my turn to be jealous, now I don't stand for it all
In fact I'm pretty stupid, I'm feeling small
Anger and coffee, feeling mean

Angry fuckers. I'm lovin' it.
 
Here we buy some old English wreck
And we start it up for the girls to check
Its mugs night out at the old palais
And the girl wants a ride on a saturday
Its time for the hour for the drunks to shout
As the barman shoves the people out
The red light says come on down
And streetfights breakout all over town

It`s an English custom it`s ceremony
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!
I `ve been in Pentonville I`ve been in Battersea
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!

We got plenty of sixties slums
They said she jumped from floor twenty one
It`s empty now but it blocks out the sun
Used to be the shape of things to come
The children runnin`raggedy breaking the glass
Smashing the lights in the underpass
Gonna need no flag when they`re seventeen
For waving at someone who looks like the Queen

I`ve been in Chinatown I`ve been in Embassy
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!
Casino Dino and Roulette Len
All know my name and back again

This alley runs to the farm on the hill
Where the nights are wild and the petrol spill
Firestone Freddy and Molotov Jack
Their shadow goes but it soon come back
Striking sparks in floods of oil
No name no flag for mother soil
You can guarantee she`ll burn tonight
`Cos England keeps the household white

You know it ain`t safe it`s way too early or late
The Mets` gonna getcha down in Bishopsgate
I ain`t at number 10 I`m at number twenty three B
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!

Take all the bed box people and the opera lights
London town is ours tonight
Well it`s over to you and bye from me
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!
 
Dan, i need you now!
ok Mikey.. come!

feel the fire
feel my love inside you so bright

there's a sound and the smell of love on my mind
i'm a toy
come and play with me, say work now
wrap your legs
around me ride me tonight
sex, sex, sex

i'm a man
i'm a goddess
i'm a man
i'm a virgin
i'm a man
i'm a blue movie
i'm a man
i'm a bitch
i'm a man
i'm a geisha
i'm a man
i'm a little girl
i'm a man
and we'll make love together

why does man go to hooker
first of all because
he quite often is not all that happy and sexual satisfied at home
his wife won't perform all the activities he has in mind
and most of all, oral sex is a taboo
the woman would say "what do you think I am, a whore
i don't want to do that!"

slip and slide when you're where you like to feel the blood flow
not to fast
don't be slow my love's in your hands

i'm a man
i'm a boy
i'm a man
i'm your mother
i'm a man
i'm a one night stand
i'm a man
i'm a bi
i'm a man
i'm your slave
i'm a man
i'm a little girl
i'm a man
and we'll make love together

most of them come to a hooker and say
"my wife oh my wife is she dead in bed
she's frigid, cold as a starfish!"
they take off the pants
and their underpants
there's nothing more ridiculous than a guy with his party socks on
he dives into the bedroom
he says "do me!", suck it!

skin to skin
honey hold tight
come inside it's a passion play just for you
let's get lost in the magic place alone now
drink your fill from a fountain of love wet your lips

i'm a man
i'm a teaser
i'm a man
i'm a virgin
i'm man
i'm a one night stand
i'm a man
i'm a drug
i'm a man
i'm your slave
i'm a man
i'm a dream to find
i'm a man
and we'll make love together

i'm a man
i'm a goddess
i'm a man
i'm a hooker
i'm a man
i'm a blue movie
i'm a man
i'm a slut
i'm a man
well i'm your babe
i'm a man
i'm a dream to find
i'm a man
and we'll make love together

we'll make love together
we'll make love together
we'll make love together
we'll make love together

fuckin piece of shit
one little two little three little indians
suck it firehose
 
When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.
When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.

If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.
If I haver, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

(refrain)
But I would walk 500 miles
An' I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door.

When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you.
When the money comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you.

When I come home, oh I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you.
If I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

(refrain)

When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you.
An' when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you.

When I go out, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
An' when I come home, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you.

I'm gonna be the man who's coming home...with you!
 
Living on free food tickets,
water in the milk from a hole in the roof
where the rain came through.
What can you do?
Tears from your little sister,
crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch
for the party to go.
But you she'll get by

'cause she's living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
It's a good thing you don't have a busfare,
it would fall thru' the hole in your pocket and you'd lose it
in the snow on the ground.
You got to walk into town to find a job.
Tryin' to keep your hands warm
when the hole in your shoe lets the snow come thru'
and chills you to the bone.
Now you'd better go home where it's warm,
where you can live in a love of the common people,
smile from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
Living on a dream ain't easy
but the closer the knit the tighter the fit
and the chills stay away.
You take 'em in stride for family pride.
You know that faith is in your foundation
and with a whole lot of love and a warm conversation
but don't forget to pray.
Making it strong were you belong
and we're living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
Yes, we're living in the love of the
common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can.
Yes, we're living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gon
na buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can.
Yes, we're living in the love of the common people,
smile's really hard on a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as s
he can
and she can.
 
I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood
 
It's gonna boom Mariachi
This really fine piece of madera
And this will be on the counter
Of the Pueblo Tabacalera
Shape it up, Shape it up,
All around the world

And this keel could save a life
When the stroms hit the Pacific
To make it really true
You gotta be...specific
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!

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
All around the world

Keep the lantern bright
Keep food upon the table
If you shape it well tonight
As long as you are able
Shape it up, Shape it up
All around the world
All around the world
 
Well it was a techno d-day out on omaha beach
I was a reserve d.j. playing columbian mountain beats
Andres landero, ay mi sombrero
Hold onto your hats, we gotta go

Because the noise inspectors with the sound detectors
Were coming on down the beach
And the councellors wanna pounce on us
There we go disturbing the peace
And the cornish sun had only just begun
To sink into the western sea
So to keep it low so the cops don't know
I spun my harry belafonte

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

On a techno d-day, a techno d-day
Out on omaha beach
Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
And this is all about free speech

The day became night by the campfire light
The crowd began testifying
Using the headphones for a mike, for tenor saw's delight
I sang another new sound is dying

On a techno d-day, a techno d-day
Where the long arm of the law cannot reach
On a techno d-day, a techno d-day
We waited on omaha beach
We waited and we waited

Behind me in the booth was the techno crew
Ready with the crucial beats
Still, they said keep it low, spin your calypso
We're waiting for babylon to retreat
The crowd was ready to riot, they were sick of being quiet
We're still waiting for the signal to go
Then the walkie talkie gear spat out the all clear
And the boys hit the decks in full flow, go, g-g-go

It was a techno d-day, a techno d-day
Way out on omaha beach
Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
And this is all about free speech
Techno d-day, a techno d-day
Way out on omaha beach
Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
And this is about free speech
Go, go techno d-day, go techno d-day
Sometimes you have to get out of reach
It was a techno d-day, a techno d-day
And this is all about free speech
 
shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

downy sins of streetlight fancies
chase the costumes she shall wear
ermine furs adorn the imperious
severin, severin awaits you there

i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
a thousand dreams that would awake me
different colors made of tears

kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
shiny leather in the dark
tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

severin, severin, speak so slightly
severin, down on your bended knee
taste the whip, in love not given lightly
taste the whip, now plead for me

i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
a thousand dreams that would awake me
different colors made of tears

shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
 
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