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Post by Xenorama ™ on Jul 7, 2004 20:21:27 GMT -8
Split Enz- "I Hope I Never"
I fall apart when your around
When you're here, I'm nowhere
I can't pretend that I'm not down
I show it I know it
I've been a fool - more than once, more than twice
I'm gonna move to a new town where the people are nice
I hope I never, I hope I never have to sigh again
I hope I never, I hope I never have to cry again
I still want to beam and smile yah
Happiness is back in style yeah
I hope I never, I hope I never have to see you again
Again, oh oh oh oh
It should be possible I know
To see you without stress
But I can see I'll have to go
I'm changing my address
My urge to cry I have failed to conceal
Life - it's no fun when your hunted by the things that you feel
I hope I never, I hope I never have to sigh again
I hope I never, I hope I never have to cry again
I'm for living while you can
I'm an optimistic man
I hope I never, I hope I never have to see you again
Again, oh oh oh oh...
I hope I never
I hope I never
I hope I never, never, never...
I hope I never, I hope I never have to see you again
Again.
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Jul 10, 2004 0:47:09 GMT -8
Jimmy Wayne - I Love You This Much
He can't remember the times that he thought
Does my daddy love me?
Probably not
But that didn't stop him from wishing that he did
Didn't keep from wanting or worshiping him
He guesses he saw him about once a year
He could still feel the way he felt
Standing in tears
Stretching his arms out as far as they'd go
Wispering daddy, I wan't you to know
I love you this much and I'm waiting on you
To make up your mind, do you love me to?
However long it takes
I'm never giving up
No matter what, I love you this much
He grew to hate him for what he had done
'Cause what kind of a father, could do that to his son
He said 'damn you daddy', the day that he died
The man didn't blink, but the little boy cried
I love you this much and I'm waiting on you
To make up your mind, do you love me to?
However long it takes
I'm never giving up
No matter what, I love you this much
Half way through the service
While the choir sand a hymn
He looked up above the preacher
And he sat and stared at him
He said "Forgive me father"
When he realized
That he hadn't been unloved or alone all his life
His arms were stretched out as far as they'd go
Nailed to the cross, for the whole world to know
I love you this much and I'm waiting on you
To make up your mind, do you love me to?
However long it takes
I'm never giving up
No matter what, I love you this much
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Jul 12, 2004 1:34:02 GMT -8
Ahmad- Back In The Day (remix)
Intro:
Jerome! Jerome! Put on that Bobby Womack!
Nah girl I wanna go way back, ahh yeah check this out
*needle is put to the groove on a dusty record*
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days
Verse One:
When I just a little superflyole
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
when he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
all the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)
Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin BK's
and, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Verse Two:
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it'd blow up)
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
of hoochies, had Poison airbrushed on they asses
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Verse Three:
Well, it's the superflyole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
So (Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up)
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
and we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit and reminesce, then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Jul 13, 2004 20:04:34 GMT -8
Mayberry by Rascal Flats
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
Than it did in the old days
So naturally, we have more natural disasters
From the strain of a fast pace
Sunday was a day of rest
Now, it’s one more day for progress
And we can’t slow down ‘cause more is best
It’s all an endless process
Well I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold cherry Coke
Where everything is black and white
duh na na na na na na na na
Picking on a six string
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows
That’s when I climb up here on this mountain
To look through God’s window
Now I can’t fly
But I got two feet that get me high up here
Above the noise and city streets
My worries disappear
Well I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold cherry Coke
Where everything is black and white
duh na na na na na na na na
Picking on a six string
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye
Sometimes I dream I’m driving down an old dirt road
Not even listed on a map
I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing pole
But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
Well I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold cherry Coke
Where everything is black and white
duh na na na na na na na na
Picking on a six string
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye
Bye, bye
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Post by harvestmoon38 on Jul 14, 2004 16:01:47 GMT -8
Stone Temple Pilots "Creep" One of my favorite all time songs along with "Interstate Love Song".  Forward yesterday Makes me wanna stay What they said was real Makes me wanna steal Livin' under house Guess I'm livin', I'm a mouse All's I gots is time Got no meaning, just a rhyme Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause it likes to heal Take time with a wounded hand Guess I like to steal I'm half the man I used to be This feeling as the dawn It turns to gray I'm half the man I used to be This feeling as the dawn It turns to gray Feelin' uninspired Think I'll start a fire Everybody run Bobby's got a gun Think you're kinda neat Then she tells me I'm a creep Friends don't mean a thing Guess I'll leave it up to me |
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Jul 15, 2004 7:14:55 GMT -8
Three Little Birds - Bob Marley
"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")
Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
"Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! /fadeout
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Jul 15, 2004 7:17:13 GMT -8
It's A Great Day To Be Alive-Travis Tritt
I got rice cooking in the microwave
Got a three day beard I don't plan to shave
And it's a goofy thing but I just gotta say
Hey, I'm doing alright
Yeah I think I'll make me some homemade soup
Feelin' pretty good and that's the truth
It's neither drink nor drug induced
No, I'm just doin' alright
And it's a great day to be alive
I know the sun's still shinin' when I close my eyes
There's some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't every day be just this good?
It's been fifteen years since I left home
Said good luck to every seed I'd sown
Give it my best and then I left it alone
Oh I hope they're doin' alright
Now I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A lone wolf there starin' back at me
Long in the tooth but harmless as can be
Lord, I guess he's doin' alright
And it's a great day to be alive
I know the sun's still shinin' when I close my eyes
There's some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't every day be just this good?
Sometimes its lonely
Sometimes its only me and
The shadows that fill this room
Sometimes I'm fallin', desperately callin'
Howlin' at the moon
Well I might go get me a new tatoo or
Take my old Harley for a three day cruise
Might even grow me a fu man chu
And it's a great day to be alive
I know the sun's still shinin' when I close my eyes
There's some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't every day be just this good?
And it's a great day to be alive
I know the sun's still shinin' when I close my eyes
There's some hard times in the neighborhood
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Post by Xenorama ™ on Jul 15, 2004 8:45:56 GMT -8
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her head
She had everything it seems
Not a care, this teenage queen (Not a care, this teenage queen)
Other boys could offer more
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen)
He would marry her next spring
Saved his money, bought a ring
Then one day a movie scout
Came to town to take her out (Came to town to take her out)
Hollywood could offer more
So she left the boy next door working at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen see you on the movie screen)
Very soon she was a star
Pretty house and shiny car
Swimming pool and a fence around
But she missed her old home town (But she missed her old home town)
All the world was at her door
All except the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen saddest girl we've ever seen)
Then one day the teenage star
Sold her house and all her cars
Gave up all her wealth and fame
Left it all and caught a train (Left it all and caught a train)
Do I have to tell you more
She came back to the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Now this story has some more, you'll hear it all at the candy store)
J. Cash
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Jul 22, 2004 14:03:19 GMT -8
Poison Something To Believe In
Well I see him on the TV
Preachin' 'bout the promised land
He tells me to believe in Jesus
And steals the money from my hand
Some say he was a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
To find his country didn't want him back
Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon
Our lawyers took his wife and kids, no regrets
In a time I don't remember
In a war he can't forget
He cried Forgive me for what I've done there
Cause I never meant the things I did
And give me something to believe in
If there's a Lord above
And give me something to believe in
Oh, Lord arise
My best friend died a lonely man
In some Palm Springs hotel room
I got the call last Christmas Eve
And they told me the news
I tried all night not to break down and cry
As the tears rolled down my face
I felt so cold and empty
Like a lost soul out of place
And the mirror, mirror on the wall
Sees my smile it fades again
And give me something to believe in
If there's a Lord above
And give me something to believe in
Oh, Lord arise
Sometimes I wish to God I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
That used to read JESUS SAVES
A mile away live the rich folks
And I see how they're living it up
While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
The rich is drinkin' from a golden cup
And it just makes me wonder
Why so many lose, so few win
You take the high road
And I'll take the low road
Yes Sometimes I wish I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
And give me something to believe in
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Jul 25, 2004 22:01:22 GMT -8
Will I
by Ill Harmonics
Will I,truly make for myself a name?
Will I,ever exel in this game?
Will I,ever really be who I be?
A person,a Christian,musician,emcee?
Will I ever truly be set apart,
from the world that controls all the sounds
of my heart?
Will I ever really make it without going pop?
Am I truly sold out to God or hip-hop?
Will I ever find the balance of the two in between?
Am I wack cause I dig Rage Against the Machine?
Will I make it to the point where I can be me?
Will heads like me if I'm dissed by a dope emcee?
Will I love,will I fly,will I rapture,will I die?
Am I dumb,am I numb,
cause the apple of my eye
is the sound of the found,
do I search for a pound?
Am I down if dap ain't found when turned around?
Will I grow,learning to do better in my sessions?
Am I wack if I break down
and take guitar lessons?
If I don't use metaphors,will rhymes be silly?
Will they really?
Will I,truly make for myself a name?
Will I,ever exel in this game?
Will I,ever really be who I be?
A person,a Christian,musician,emcee?
Here I am askin' all the questions of life,
Do I love her enough to really make her my wife?
Will I ever fall just one too many times?
That I lose all my skill,thus affecting my rhymes.
Will my actions ever mach up to my rap?
Will I make one hit and then fall off the map?
Am I not a good enough emcee for my God?
Cause my rhymes ain't the best but I still try hard.
Will I be looked on as the opposite of good?
cause a middle class white-kid
don't come from the hood.
And the ghetto,I ain't really that familiar with.
should I throw in my mic and towel,
just to quit?
If I changed one decision with one human being,
Would I still be practicing this art of emcee'n'?
Am I a musician if I play the MPC?Not really.
Will I,truly make for myself a name?
Will I,ever exel in this game?
Will I,ever really be who I be?
A person,a Christian,musician,emcee?
Will I reach the full potential of my plan?
if I turn around is there two prints in the sand?
If I lost a battle rap would I still have fans left?
To sing and play guitar,do I gotta be Clef?
Am I doubtin' His word if I stop to think,
will my pen one day just stop producin' ink?
Will I think of rhymes just to one day stop?
Is a head a head if he likes more than hip-hop?
Will I?
You know, most Chrisitan muusic sounds like Elevator music to me. A friend played this song for me and it floored me. This song kind of fits me to a t, figured I'd share it wiht you.
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Post by Xenorama ™ on Jul 27, 2004 18:45:46 GMT -8
Just to be obnoxious- The Rainmakers present:
BIG FAT BLONDE
I want a big fat blonde to hold my hand
To keep this skinny boy from blowing away in the wind
I want a big fat blonde
Ooo-wee!
A big fat blonde
Mama mama mama, keep your skinny girls at home
'Cause this skinny boy wants a big fat blonde
Me and my big fat blonde, we like to fight and scratch
I know I'll be the loser of a wrestling match
With a big fat blonde
Ooo-wee!
A big fat blonde
Mama mama mama, keep your skinny girls at home
'Cause this skinny boy wants a big fat blonde
Well, I'm talking six-foot Swede, 40-30-40
Amazon bombshell, tall, damp, and dirty
Talking six-foot blonde
Hubba-hubba!
Me and J.D. Salinger are sitting on your porch
I want a date with your sister, I'm doing it for
A big fat blonde
Inside everybody there's a big fat blonde
If you don't believe me, take a look around!
Big fat blondes
Everywhere!
Big fat blonde
Mama mama mama, keep your skinny girls at home
'Cause this skinny boy wants a big fat blonde
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Jul 27, 2004 21:35:06 GMT -8
Riase Up USA Mix
Petey Pablo
In the time of need
When the world has gone through so many changes
So many ups and downs, so many obstacles
So much confusion
I take it upon myself as one bein of the new leaders of hip-hop
To make a change, and bring it to the forefront
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who, us, us, us, yes sir!
Say it loud, United States of America
Time to put it down and do it like this
Now fight for somethin that's worth it (uh)
I'm a country boy, never really cared before what was goin on
Now that it came a little closer to home
I got a couple more buttons make somethin go uh-uh
Everybody get strapped
If you gon' get it let's get it if you ain't then get back
Big fella, who dat
All the people around the world that's why we get through that
Fort Jackson, Fort Bragg, Camp Jude and David (damn!)
Pensacola, Parris Island, troops over here, Seals over there
Fort Dix, Fort Lee, Pearl Harbor (let me think)
The Army(ARMY), the Navy(NAVY), Air Force, Marines(RINES)
Green Beret, Navy Seals, New York Police
Even got me dressed in Army fatigues, how ya love that
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who, us, us, us, yes sir
You remember them days y'all
When the teacher told us
About World War I and World War II, now the time has come
For us to REP OUR COUNTRY!
Wave the flag strong
And could somebody tell Mr. bin Laden
He got a lot of people lookin for him
My house, my home, my hood
My brother, my sister, my cuz
Land of the free, home of the brave, it's the land I love
I had to bring it up, ask Peter Bare if I could change it up
Now I really got the whole world raisin up, come on!
And sing with us
Raise up(Raise up!) Raise up(Raise up!) Raise up(Raise up!)
For that star-spangled banner
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who, us, us, us, yes sir
Thank you Petey Pablo
Cause if we don't stand for somethin
we're bound to fall for anything at all
Steph Lova reporting live from the front lines
Sending lots of love and prayers out
to everybody from every corner of the Earth
Who lost a loved one, a homie, a friend
I'm talkin about a mother, father, sister, brother, even a cousin
On September 11th, we miss you, and we love you
and we will never, ever forget
Now..
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who, us, us, us, yes sir
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Post by Xenorama ™ on Aug 4, 2004 19:32:26 GMT -8
Tomorrow, Kiss (from Unmasked)
I didn't know just what to say
When you turned and you looked my way
It doesn't happen to me every day
Can we talk a while?
I didn't know just what to do
I couldn't seem to take my eyes off you
You know I wanted just to take you home
But that's not your style
[Chorus]
And tomorrow, we're gonna fall in love, fall in love
Tomorrow, we're gonna fall in love, fall in love, tomorrow, tomorrow
I didn't even know your name
Like a moth I was in your flame
I knew you wanted me to feel real good
By the way you smiled
You didn't have to say a word
I tried to tell you, but I lost my nerve
You know I wanted just to slip away for a little while
[Chorus]
And tomorrow, we're gonna fall in love, fall in love
Tomorrow, we're gonna fall in love, fall in love, tomorrow, tomorrow
/We're gonna fall in love, fall in love, fall in love, fall in love with me
\(But tonight, when the feeling feels so right, we got all the love we need)
[Solo]
I didn't know just what to say
This doesn't happen to me every day
And that's not my style
And tomorrow, we're gonna fall in love, fall in love
Tomorrow, we're gonna fall in love, fall in love
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
(Tomorrow) we're gonna fall in love, fall in love
(Tomorrow) fall in love, fall in love
(Tomorrow) fall in love, fall in love
(Tomorrow) fall in love, fall in love
/We're gonna fall in love, fall in love, fall in love, fall in love with me \(But tonight, when the feeling feels so right, we got all the love we need)
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Post by celamowari on Aug 5, 2004 6:45:47 GMT -8
Drift Away
DOBIE GRAY
(Mentor Williams)
Day after day I'm more confused
So I look for the light in the pouring rain
You know that's a game that I hate to lose
I'm feelin' the strain, ain't it a shame
Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Beginning to think that I'm wastin' time
I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
I'm countin' on you to carry me through
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitar's comin' through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you've given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
Rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along makin' me strong
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Post by Zone Fighter on Aug 6, 2004 16:31:43 GMT -8
The song is awful but I love it. It's based on Sierra Online's "Police Quest" series of computer adventure games which feature Lytton police officer Sonny Bond and prostitute Marie Wilkans. Cell Block Love (Marie's Love Theme from "Police Quest") Words & Music by Josh Mandel & Al Lowe Vocal by Char Donay The boys could find my number written by the telephone. The sort of girl a Lytton man could take then leave alone. In highschool I was voted "Miss Congeniality". But then I asked myself "why am I doin' it fer free?" I knew when you grew up next store you had a crush on me. You've been the highschool quarterback then joined the L.P.D. That night you cought me hookin' and you hauled me off to jail, You wrapped your arms around me and you held me without bail! The lifeline that you threw me were the handcuffs that you used. You left my heart locked up and my wrists a little brused. You brought me down for questioning I had to say "I do!" Your kisses sentenced me to life in Cell Block Love with you. I sit alone and cry when you refuse to wear your vest. I never know if you'll come home or take one in the chest. I sit and stare when you won't wear your firearm like you should. I know some day they'll find you dear flatlin'n' in the 'hood! I pray you're just unfaithful when you don't come home 'till two. Perhaps I ought to go back out and hit the streets like you. We sure could use the extra cash for bills we've plenty of, And you could run me in like on the night we fell in love! I waive my right to silence, here's the statement that I'll sign: I do confess to lovin' you and wantin' you fer mine! Is it so wrong, a workin' girl who loves a man in blue? I hope I never make parole from Cell Block Love with you. It's never solitary here in Cell Block Love with you. My prison address, darlin' is in Cell Block Love with you! mp3 of the song www.thedierks.com/allowe/mp3/LSL6%20CellBlockLove.mp3midi file of the tune www.thedierks.com/allowe/midi/LSL6%20Cell%20Block%20Love.mid |
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Post by Xenorama ™ on Aug 10, 2004 20:59:49 GMT -8
It's My Life, WOW (written by Gene and Paul) That's right
[Verse]
I've got a reputation
People know who I am
Rules are mean't to be broken
Can't kill what you don't understand
I see you running scared
I never knew you cared
Go and hide your head in the sand
Been to hell and back
I survived and that's a fact
[Chorus]
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to
Do what I like
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to do...
[Verse]
My New Year's resolution
Is always the same
Gonna do what I like
Gonna do what I want
'Cause it's just my way (yeah)
I don't live for tomorrow
'Cause at the end of the day
Gonna shout it from the roof
Better face up to the truth
[Chorus]
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to
Do what I like
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to
Do what I like
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to
Do what I like
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to do...
(Uhhh yeah)
[Solo]
[Verse]
Don't need an invitation
I don't play hard to get (no!)
Well I'm plain they claim
I can't be tamed
You know it doesn't matter
I'll swear if I like
I'll wear what I want
It's my life (oh yeah)
And I'll do what I want to (it's my life)
Do what I want to
Do what I like (oh yeah)
It's my life
And I'll do what I want to (do what you like)
Do what I want to (do it, do it)
Do what I like (do it)
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to
Do what I like
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to
Do what I like
It's my life (it's my life)
And I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to
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Post by Xenorama ™ on Aug 12, 2004 21:05:23 GMT -8
I didn't know what these meant then and I don't now: [glow=red,2,300]Year of the Cat[/glow] On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat
Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat
Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometimes you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat
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Post by harvestmoon38 on Aug 17, 2004 18:43:26 GMT -8
"1985"
SR-71
Debbie just hit the wall
She never had it all
One prozac a day
Husband's a C.P.A.
Here dreams went out the door
Once she turned 24
Only been with one man
What happened to her plans
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake that ass
On the hood of Whitesnake's car
Now her SUV has become the enemy
Looks at her average life
Nothing has been alright... since
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
She's seen all the classics
at least a hundred times
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink,
Fast Times At Ridgemont
She rocks out to Wham!
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Never knew George was gay
Hoped they'd hook up one day
Where's her fairy tale, where's her dream?
Where's the quarterback
From her high school football team?
Where's her fairy tale, where's her dream?
How many times will she ask herself
What happened to me?
(the rubber broke) ... When
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
She hates time / make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock
She hates time / make it stop
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana there was U2
And Blondie and music still on MTV
Her 2 kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
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Post by Xenorama ™ on Aug 17, 2004 19:26:44 GMT -8
Interesting song, but since music as we know it started to suck [glow=red,2,300]BIG[/glow] time by then...
I'd like to hear the song. Nice name for a band.
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Post by Xenorama ™ on Aug 20, 2004 13:57:39 GMT -8
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones: Have you ever been close to tragedy
Or been close to folks who have
Have you ever felt a pain so powerful
So heavy you collapse
No well...
I've never had to knock on wood
But I know someone who has
Which makes me wonder if i could
It makes me wonder if
I've never had to knock on wood
And I'm glad i haven't yet
Because I'm sure it isn't good
that's the impression that I get
have you ever had the odds stacked up so high
You need a strength most don't possess
Or has it ever come down to do or die
You've got to rise above the rest
I've never had to knock on wood
But I know someone who has
Which makes me wonder if i could
It makes me wonder if
I've never had to knock on wood
And I'm glad I haven't yet
Because I'm sure it isn't good
that's the impression that I get
I'm not a coward,
I've just never been tested
I'd like to think that if I was,
I would pass
Look at the tested and think there but for the grace go
I might be a cowards,
I'm afraid of what I might find out
I've never had to knock on wood
But I know someone who has
Whoch makes me wonder if i could
It makes me wonder if
I've never had to knock on wood
And I'm glad i haven't yet
Because I'm sure it isn't good
That's the impression that I get |
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Post by RoadWarriorYajuta on Aug 27, 2004 6:54:42 GMT -8
"Ooh Aah" Grits
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