What lyrics are you listening to now?

[rollinder]

How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?

Well if friends with their fancy persuasion
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme
Then I can't help but have my suspicions
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem.
And you said you was never intending
To break up our scene this a-way
But there ain't any use in pretending.
It could happen to us any day.

How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?

Oh, your friends with their fancy persuasion
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme.
But I can't help but have my suspicions
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem.
Oh, you said you was never intending
To break up our scene this a-way,
But there ain't any use in pretending.
It could happen to us any day.

And how long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long?
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long?
How long has this been going on

 

[rollinder]

Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night

Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer
with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps
his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped
the merry-go-round
With the stereo pleasin' and sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed
to the ground

The calliope crashed to the ground

Oh she was...
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night

Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I got what
it takes
She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong, play the
song with the funky break"
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather charts to see
if it was safe outside
And little Early-birdy came by in his curly-wurly and asked me
if I needed a ride

Asked me if I needed a ride

Oh she was...
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
Blinded by the light,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{the following two sections are sung simultaneously

1) ~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another
runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light

2) ~ Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the
summer with a teenage diplomat
~ In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent
pumps his way into his hat
~ With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
~ With the stereo pleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
~ Now Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot
and throws his lover in the sand
~ And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's
within earshot save the buckshot,
turn up the band

~ Some silicone sister with a manager mister told
me I go what it takes
~ She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong"

She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night

 

[rollinder]

(from the album 'Shock Troops')

I been working all day for me mate on the site
Running around like a blue arsed fly
I been working
And I been working all day for me mate

Every bleeding minute I been on the go
Up and down the ladder like a fiddler's elbow
I been working
I been working all day for me mate

[Chorus]
Wait for tomorrow at half past ten
When I sign on, but until then
I'll be working
I'll be working all day for me mate

Aint' got no cards, don't pay no tax
For a score in me hand I'll be breaking me back
I been working
And I been working all day for me mate
Call me a crook, call me bent
But I need more than food and rent
I been working
And I been working all day for me mate

[Chorus]

They try to follow me every day
I give 'em the slip and I'm on my way
None of the other blokes thinks it's wrong
'Coz every one of 'em's signing on

[Chorus]

They try to follow me every day
I give 'em the slip and I'm on my way
None of the other blokes thinks it's wrong
'Coz every one of 'em's signing on

[Chorus]

The benefit boys are out of touch
What they don't know won't hurt 'em much
I been working
And I been working all day for me mate

If I'm caught I'll go down for a month or three
But they'll still Be paying out looking after me
I been working
And I been working all day for me mate

 

[Tank Girl]

And when you slam
down the hammer
can you see it in your heart?
All of the rumours
keeping me grounded
I never said that they were
completely unfounded
when you slam
down the hammer
can you see it in your heart?
can you delve so low?
and when you're standing
on my fingers
can you see it in your heart?
and when you try
to break my spirit
it won't work
because there's nothing left to break
anymore
All of the rumours
keeping me grounded
I never said that they were
completely unfounded
You won't sleep
until the earth that wants me
finally has me
oh you've done it now
You won't rest
until the hearse that becomes me
finally takes me
oh you've done it now
You won't smile
until my loving mouth
is shut good and proper
FOREVER
All of the rumours
keeping me grounded
I never said that they were
completely unfounded
and all those lies
written lies, twisted lies
well, they weren't lies
they weren't lies
they weren't lies
I never said
I could have mentioned your name
I could have dragged you in
guilt by implication
by association
I've always been true to you
in my own strange way
I've always been true to you
in my own sick way
I'll always stay true to you

 

[felixthecat]

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me
You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three
I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin' why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul,
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And may all the world regret you did no good.

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.

 

[rollinder]

"The Sun Says"

We got Reds under the bed
We got lovely's nude and tanned
We got the wife of a mass murderer
And we only paid her ten grand
We got Samantha Fox we got lots of sport
We got scroungers full of greed
"You Scum" is the headline
For you and your kids to read

The Sun says The Sun says
We're gonna look after you
The Sun says The Sun says
So it must be true

We got talk we got Lady Di
We got rapists in the dock
And best of all we got John Blake
Who knows everything about Rock
So if you wanna know what's going on
And who's kissing who
It don't cost much for a jolly good read
And lots of pictures too

Gotcha Stick it up yer Turner
Bingo Win a Metro

 

[rollinder]

At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer

Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cover
all the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket

At home she's looking for interest
At home she's looking for interest
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process

Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cob off
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket

Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
Small step for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)

At home she feels like a tourist
At home she feels like a tourist
She fills her head with culture
She gives herself an ulcer
Why make yourself so anxious
You give yourself an ulcer

 

[rollinder]

How can I sit and eat my tea,
with all that blood flowing from the television.
At a quarter to six,
I watch the news,
Eating, eating all my food
As I sit watching the red spot
In the egg which looks like
All the blood you don't see on the television.

Still body now, no movement yet
Five men lie die flat on their backs
Were they born to lie in state
Defend the ever stagnate great?

Down on the street assassinate
All of them look so desperate
Declared blood war on the bourgeois state

Watch new blood on the 18 inch screen
The corpse is a new personality
Ionic charge gives immortality
The corpse is a new personality

Down on the street assassinate
All of them look so desperate
Declared blood war on the bourgeois state

Watch new blood on the 18 inch screen
The corpse is a new personality
Watch new blood on the 18 inch screen
The corpse is a new personality
Watch new blood on the 18 inch screen
The corpse is a new personality
Watch new blood on the 18 inch screen
The corpse is a new personality
Watch new blood on the 18 inch screen
The corpse is a new personality

Guerilla war struggle is a new entertainment
Guerilla war struggle is a new entertainment
Guerilla war struggle is a new entertainment
Guerilla war struggle is a new entertainment
Guerilla war struggle is a new entertainment
Guerilla war struggle is a new entertainment
Guerilla war struggle is a new entertainment
Guerilla war struggle is a new entertainment

Down on the street assassinate
All of them look so desperate
Declared blood war on the bourgeois state

 

[tufty79]

In 1649
To St George's Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Came to show the people' s will
They defied the landlords
They defied the laws
They were the dispossessed
Reclaiming what was theirs

We come in peace, they said
To dig and sow
We come to work the land in common
And to make the waste land grow
This earth divided
We will make whole
So it can be
A common treasury for all.

The sin of property
We do disdain
No one has any right to buy and sell
The earth for private gain
By theft and murder
They took the land
Now everywhere the walls
Rise up at their command.

They make the laws
To chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven
Or they damn us into hell
We will not worship
The God they serve
The God of greed who feeds the rich
While poor men starve

We work, we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to masters
Or pay rent to the lords
We are free men
Though we are poor
You Diggers all stand up for glory

Stand up now
From the men of property
The orders came
They sent the hired men and troopers
To wipe out the Diggers' claim
Tear down their cottages
Destroy their corn
They were dispersed -
Only the vision lingers on

You poor take courage
You rich take care
The earth was made a common treasury
For everyone to share
All things in common
All people one
We come in peace
The order came to cut them down

 

[rollinder]

We left you in pastures rarely seen holding out the fortress for a while
Everyone knew why the calm had been, keeping friends among you saves a fight
In the dead of the night there was movement and shadows
Attacking the women and taking the gold
The men were away and no one could hear them
They still cry today when the story is told
High on a mountain out searching for gold
Men have had warning of scriptures fortold
Turn around and fight for freedom you can hear the people screaming
Calling all the heroes, they're shooting up the town boys

The men returned to find their home destroyed, people rushing round with scars of war
Babies crying the aged wounded mourned, calling out for someone to hear their prayers
Five miles away were the theives and the bandits
Laughing and joking sickly and crude
They didn't know that the men had come back home
they didn't know they were being persued

High on a mountain the men looked below
Cooked up a plan that would outwit their foe
They scrambled down the mountain shooting reclaimed all the bandits looted
Calling all the heroes they're shooting up the town boys.

 

[rollinder]

We're not indestructible, baby better get that straight
i think it's unbelievable how you give into the hands of fate
some things are worth fighting for some feelings never die
I'm not askin' for another chance i just wanna know why
there's no easy way out there's no shortcut
there's no easy way out givin' in can't be wrong

I don't wanna pasify you i don't wanna drag you down
but i'm feelin like a prisoner like a stranger in a no named town
i see all the angry faces afraid that could be you and me
talkin about what might have been i'm thinkin about what i used to be
there's no easy way out there's no shortcut home
ther's no easy way out givin in can't be wrong

Baby,baby we can shed this skin we can know how we feel inside
instead of goin down and endless road not knowin if we're dead or alive
some things are worth fightin for some feelings never die
i'm not askin for anbother chance i just wanna know why
theres no easy way out there's no shortcut home
there's no easy way out givin in givin in can't be wrong no
there's no easy way out there's no shortcut home
there's no easy no easy no easy way out (repeat and fade)

 

[rollinder]

Josh Rouse version

If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys

Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.

Straight to hell
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says-

Go straight to hell

Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys

 

[tufty79]

sorry - it's national three-songs-posting time


I have your good clothes in the car
So cut your hair so no one knows
I have your dreams and your teeth marks
And all my fingernails are painted

I'm here to take you now

You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference
Everything I can remember
I remember wrong

How can anybody know
How they got to be this way
You must have known I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

I don't have any questions
I don't think it's gonna rain
You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference

I'm here to take you now

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots
Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

I'm here to take you now

How can anybody know
how they got to be this way
You must have known I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love

 

[tufty79]

Hey, where the hell are you
You don't call me back, John
Won't you come here and stay with me
Why don't you come here and stay with me

Hey, where the hell are you
You don't call me back, John
Won't you come here and stay with me
Why don't you come here and stay with me

Show up here loaded with bells on your toes
I don't care what you're into
I'll put velvet ropes around you, if that's what you need

Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
John, you gotta get out and get back to me

Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
Take his limousine, you gotta get back to me

I'm getting nervous
na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No sign of a friend of mine
na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Red hair and blue eyes
I'm getting nervous
na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No sign of a friend of mine

I was in a train under a river when I remembered what
What I wanted to tell you, man
What I wanted to tell you, man
I got two sets of headphones, I miss you like hell
Won't you come here and stay with me
Why don't you come here and stay with me

I'm getting nervous
na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No sign of a friend of mine
na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Red hair and blue eyes
I'm getting nervous
na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No sign of a friend of mine
na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
John, you gotta get out and get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
Fake a heart attack, you gotta get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
John, you gotta get out and get back to me

 

[tufty79]

We'll take ourselves out in the street
And wear the blood in our cheeks
Like red roses
We'll go from car to sleeping car
And whisper in their sleeping ears
We were here, we were here
We'll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome

We won't be disappointed
We'll fight like girls for our place at the table
Our room on the floor
We'll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome

We're the heirs to the glimmering world
[repeat]

We're drunk and sparking, our legs are open
Our hands are covered in cake
But I swear we didn't have any
I swear we didn't have any

Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome

We're the heirs to the glimmering world
[repeat]

Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon

We're the heirs to the glimmering world
[repeat]

Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon

 

[tufty79]

ah buggrit, may as well go for a fourth. and it's the bestest one too...

Falling out of touch with all my
friends are somewhere getting wasted,
hope they’re staying glued together,
I have arms for them.

Take another sip of them,
it floats around and takes me over
like a little drop of ink in a glass of water

Get inside their clothes
with my green gloves
watch their videos, in their chairs.
Get inside their beds
with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves.

Cinderella through the room
I glide and swan cause I’m the best slow dancer
in the universe

Falling out of touch with all my
friends are somewhere getting wasted,
hope they’re staying glued together,
I have arms for them.

Get inside their clothes
with my green gloves
watch their videos, in their chairs.
Get inside their beds
with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves.

Now I hardly know them
and I’ll take my time
I’ll carry them over, and I’ll make them mine.

Get inside their clothes
with my green gloves
watch their videos, in their chairs.
Get inside their beds
with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves.

 

[Herbsman.]

In the shops and supermarket chains
The checkouts play that song again
The notes ring in, ring out the change
Laughing all the way to the stock exchange

The music keeps us happy as we choose
The products that we can't afford to use
The tokens on the packets, the percentages that drop
The ringing and the singing from the ceiling never stops

Buy the product and be free!
Live a life of luxury!
And it says so on T.V.
Every quarter of an hour

Consuming all the facts
Makes you feel you can relax
Comes neatly wrapped in packs
With ingredients on the back
So when you're sick from plastic snacks
You'll know precisely why

While you uphold the megastores
By paying what you can't afford
The man who runs the shop next door
Remembers how it was before
When personality meant something
And costumers would laugh with him
They'd smile or nod as they came in
And adverts didn't mean a thing

But now the supermarket chains
Are around your neck and purse
They sell the products to the strain
Of some long-forgotten dirge
Just loud enough to wash away
The headaches of outside
Another shopping paradise
Where god is on your side

They channel mediocrity
As life's essential quality
You're buying two to get one free
It's some thing that you'll never need
But greed and curiosity
Make you consume and let them feed

 

[Herbsman.]

Our pain is profit, health is poverty
unveil the truth - we've swallowed lies
they've stripped us clean - tied us to their machines
one death is tragedy - billions the industry
Epidemics equal revenue
plugged in for life as you wear that caring disguise
how many more lies am I insured for?
we pay for research while we live in disease
so sick and tired as we wait...(for you to)
Release the cure
How many more lies are you prepared to sell?
I'll swallow another pill as I drown in my wishing well
searching for something more by the light of a fading torch
weeding us out, keeping us down - involuntary unnatural selection
bleed out the money before we are dead
force us to wait as the infection spreads
all this time the clock is ticking
this is not what you'd call living...

 

[Thimble Queen]

i love the vandals, they always makeb me smile on my birthday x x



It's my birthday and I'll do what I want to
Fuck you it's my birthday.
A special holiday only for me, so do what I say,
it's my party, I'll make you cry if I want to...or leave.
Fuck you, it's not your birthday, so do what I say.

For 24 hours your wishing me well
364 days I'm in hell, Oh well.
Happy Birthday to me.

alone on my Birthday,
I'm going to Denny's 10 times today
No Tip! it's my birthday, so do what I say
How could you forget my birthday?
That's really immature
Fuck you for forgetting my birthday
you didn't do what I say

24 hours no wishing well
now 365 days I'm in Hell, Oh well.
Happy Birthday to me.

Happy Birthday to me, Spank Me!
Oh well, Happy Birthday to me,
I can't believe you forgot my birthday
it's my birthday and you're wrecking it
now it's just like any other day
you didn't do what I say
How could you forget my birthday?
That's really immature...

 

[milesy]

something like....

eee la la la la laa

oh la la aaah la la la la laa

oh la la

eee la la la la laa

oh la la aaah la la la la laa

oh la la

anyone guess what tune it is?

 

[Iam]

Tonight's the night that we got the truck
We're going downtown gonna beat up drunks
Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer
It's the late late shift to one to fear
And ride, ride how we ride
We ride, lowride

It's roundup time where the good whores meet
Gonna drag one screaming off the street
And ride, ride how we ride
Got a black uniform and a silver badge
Playing cops for real, playing cops for pay
Let's ride, lowride

Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass
Let's beat you blue till you shit in your pants
Don't move, child gotta big black stick
There's six of us, babe so suck on my dick
And ride, ride how we ride
Let's ride, lowride

The left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station they don't give a shit
Dispatch calls 'Are you doing something wicked?'
'No siree, Jack, we're just giving tickets'
As we ride, ride how we ride
Let's ride, lowride

 

[rollinder]

Tomorrow when you die
They'll break the mould
Shut down the sky
The sun will turn cold
They'll close the parks
And when they read your will
The moon will go dark
The earth will stand still

Your days are numbered
From one to one hundred
Tomorrow when you die
Will be day One hundred and Five
Tomorrow when you die
They'll break the mould
Shut down the sky
The sun will turn cold
As cold as ice

Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die

As cold as ice

 

[dynamicbaddog]

feel a hot wind on my shoulder
and the touch of a world that is older
i turn the switch and check the number
i leave it on when in bed i slumber
i hear the rhythms of the music
i buy the product and never use it
i hear the talking of the dj
can't understand, just what does he say?

i'm on a mexican radio

i dial it in and tune the station
they talk about the u.s. inflation
i understand just a little
no comprende - it's a riddle

i'm on a mexican radio

i wish i was in tiajuana
eating barbequed iguana
i take requests on the telephone
i'm on a wavelength far from home
i feel a hot wind on my shoulder
i dial it in from the south of the border
i hear the talking of the dj
can't understand, just what does he say?

i'm on a mexican radio

what does he say?

 

[rollinder]

The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save

Did you work upon the railroad
Did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the white house
Were they from the five and dime

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry

Ah, no, says he, 'twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full
Their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty
And they'll dance

In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street

Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard

Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance

love this song

 

[tufty79]

Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

But I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,

Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,
Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,

Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.

You don't know what you really want. (x15)

 

[tufty79]

Well, Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
I’ll show you the ropes, kid, show you the ropes
Got a bus and a trailer at my house, my house
I’ll show you the ropes, kid, show you the ropes
I bought fifteen cases for my house, my house
All the furniture is in the garage
Well, Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
You got to set them up kid, set them up

You got to set ‘em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You got to set 'em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You got to set them up, set them up

Well, Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
I waited seven years and fifteen days
There's every kid from miles at my house, my house
And the neighbors can't call the police
There's a fistfight brewing at my house, my house
Because the jocks can't get in the door
When Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
You got to set them up, kid, set them up

You gotta set 'em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You gotta set 'em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You gotta set them up, set them up

You got to set ‘em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You got to set 'em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You got to set them up, set them up

Solo!

Well everybody’s lined up at my house, my house
And Sarah’s girlfriend is working the door
Got everybody’s PA in my house, my house
All the robots (oh!) descend from the bus
There’s a freak out brewing in my house, my house
In the basement
Cause Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
You got to set them up, kid, set them up

You got to set ‘em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You got to set ‘em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You got to set them up, set them up

You got to set ‘em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You got to set ‘em up, ooh, ooh, yeah
You got to set them up, set them up

And never, never let them go
No never, never, never let them go
Never, never, never let them go!
Let 'em go!
Never never never let them go
Oh, never, never, never let them go
Oh, never, never, never let them
Oh, let them go
Downtown

 

[tufty79]

lcd soundsystem's making my world a very happy place today

money
make you feel real good
i always take it more than i know i should
you never give it away for free
you're always stealing a little love from me

but you got to give it up
if you want to live it up
you got to give it up
if you want to live it up


money
make you feel real good
you're always taking more than you know you should
you always take it take it take it etc...

give it up
if you want to live it up
you got to give it up
if you want to live it up
you got to give it up
if you want to live it up
you got to give it up
if you want to live it up

these are the parts of a terrible past
and these are the things we can live without

you got to give it up
if you want to live it up

these are the parts of a terrible past
and these are the things we can live without

 

[tufty79]

That's how it starts
We go back to your house
We check the charts
And start to figure it out

And if it's crowded, all the better
Because we know we're gonna be up late
But if you're worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay
That's how it starts

And so it starts
You switch the engine on
We set controls for the heart of the sun
one of the ways we show our age

And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
And I still don't wanna stagger home
Then it's the memory of our betters
That are keeping us on our feet

You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again

You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can
Teah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend

It comes apart
The way it does in bad films
Except in parts
When the moral kicks in

Though when we're running out of the drugs
And the conversation's winding away
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
For another five years of lies

You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

And to tell the truth
Oh, this could be the last time
So here we go
Like a sail's force into the night

And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
on the road, there's always this
And if I'm sewn into submission
I can still come home to this

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand
You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
You think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
Tou look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And you always knew you were tired, but then
Where are your friends tonight?

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight

 

[rollinder]

Noontime the lunchstand tilts
It's you baby walking in with your stilts
You don't have to eat here no more
Cos the sauerkraut's been on the dog-bowl floor
They made an old film of this
It shows in Hindu out on Air Pacif
Shoulda seen it coming 'bout a mile away
Especially when you don't hear no harmonica play

What you can see is something you saw
When you were a little girl
Some picture passed by the Hays Commission
About a prairie and a Kansas whirl
It's true I didn't have a part in it
I was working out at Disneyworld
Dressing like a duck, not giving a fuck
Baby you can dream it's a pearl

People gonna wanna Xerox you baby
It's a good thing you ain't a Chickasaw
Or your soul would take the overnight train
To Pittsburgh calling Baltimore
People gonna wanna Xerox you baby
What will it do to your mind?
Hang gliding off the Grand Canyon
In a Coney Island for the blind

With me, it'd be Charlie Parker, Chevys
And late night barroom brawls
With real or imgainary friends and enemies
Who strike their heads when they fall
On the chassis of a classic Bull Nose special
That adorned our livingroom wall
Nobody'd be disappointed, if you're the one they wanted
Blazing out across the waterfall

People gonna wanna Xerox you baby
They got a quota to fill
Got some cat named Juliean
And a Jap in a pad on the top of the ???
People gonna wanna Xerox you baby
It's a good thing you ain't a Chickasaw
Or your soul would take the overnight train
To Pittsburgh calling Baltimore

Suppose I should drag my stuff on out
But I don't like the memories
Found a pint of brandy on top of the fridge
And it's working like an antifreeze
So California is running short of water, oh
The magazine turns in the breeze
It's the bargain of a lifetime dreaming of gold
Baby look in the trees

It's your Chinese year of the animal
And it must be one that preens
Those firecrackers going down the hill
Signify the end of our dreams

It's gonna be so beautiful
In those Leopardskin Limousines
When they spread you out in white
All over Harpers and Queens.

 

[Firky]

its all about the youth and rights
reallity for the black asian and whites
progress for the generation
raise them to the heights
am talking to the youths teaching htem the truths
live your life my kings n queens
you can achieve what you want to
so dont let it hold you back
take your dreams to fantasty to fact

god top cat is a shit mc