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"Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?
Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?
What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed
"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled
In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled
In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?

The Trooper
Iron Maiden

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.

The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.

We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.

Duran Duran
Wild Boys

Wild boys, wild boys, wild boys, wild boys
Wild (wild) boys (boys, boys)
The wild boys are calling on there way back from the fire
In August moon's surrender to a dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail because there's murder (murder, murder)
By the roadside in a sore afraid new world
They tried to break us looks like they'll try again

Wild boys (wild boys) never lose it wild boys (wild boys) never chose this way
Wild boys (wild boys) never close your eyes wild boys always shine

You got sirens for their welcome there's bloodstain for your pain
And your telephone been ringing while you're dancing in the rain
Wild boys wonder where is glory where is all you angels
Now the figureheads have fell (fell, fell) And lovers war with arrows over secrets they could tell
They tried to tame you looks like they'll try again

Wild boys (wild boys) never lose it wild boys (wild boys) never chose this way
Wild boys (wild boys) never close your eyes wild boys always shine

Wild boys wild boys wild boys wild boys wild boys wild boys wild boys

Wild boys (wild boys) never lose it wild boys (wild boys) never chose this way
Wild boys (wild boys) never close your eyes wild boys always
(Wild boys, wild boys) never lose it (wild boys, wild boys) never chose this way
Wild boys (wild boys) never close your eyes wild boys always
Wild boys (wild boys) never lose it wild boys (wild boys) never chose this way
Wild boys (wild boys) never close your eyes widl boys always wild boys (wild boys)

A bit repetitive, if no absolutely brilliant.


(e:g/ Duran Duran rule)

Blitz, you said some time ago that you didn't get much from rap lyrics. Well I just had to post this cause these lyrics really speak to me. Thanks again Nate for introducing me to Kamau.

Old Soul
Kamau

Old soul
I really can't explain it
Second hand canvas when the portrait was painted
I just prey my soul remains untainted in the fold
Old soul
(repeat)

(verse one)

Born onto the earth,
For sometime convinced myself this was my first birth
And these my first words given to the world, around
Transported through means of simple sound
In a cadence to communicate with people in their basements;
Faces turned loving a beat with no patience
To listen to the words said inside of these bars
Set in the stars these natural laws
We capture applause trap them then return them
Learning lessons as we hear the sermons then unlearn them
So we can live them give them back as experience
Many say any such action isn't serious
I was given this indigenous speech
Some living to live life above governing each;
Man and Woman but I'm loving and living to teach;
And learn much, 'cause you can only give what you receive

(chorus)

(verse two)

I'm a spirit sent to the earth in human form
Now you hear it, whether quiet war or silent storm
Some fear it, so afraid to stray from the norm
I revere it, although my narrow path is torn
My past goes beyond the day that I was born
Some smile in my face then they silently scorn
Up 'til now this is the last of many masks I adorn;
Myself with, how many masks I've worn
Selfish they say, never give my soul away
To the boldness of the city trying to keep the cold at bay
I'll try to say everything that I need to say
This is the only reason I would stay

(chorus)
(verse three)

Every one of us is gifted I'm a little bit strange I admit it
I care for what's important don't believe that I'm indifferent
I tried to get with it once the norm I didn't fit it
Shifted my way of thinking always wondered why I did it
I don't know if life is infinite I'm always recreating
Gaining wisdom from my past lives I'm still changing
While many stay the same and just fight for fame and fortune
These days a brother just stays in
Instead of going out and giving all of my self
I hold on to myself to maintain my health
And well being, only tell what I've seen or understand
And only speak the things that I mean
Old soul

(verse four)

Imagining, imagining beats I was bragging in
Imagining lost souls and old trains I was tagging in
When still a toy never came of age still a boy
Clever whether these things I still enjoy
Still avoid the coy and tall tales tattling
Still trying to reach a hundred percent when I'm averaging
I'm trying to start traveling, so my words reach the world
And bring them back for boys and little girls
A little old soul

(chorus)

Coaster Ed, What was that? Kamau? KAMAU?KAMAU?
You have good taste in music

Anyways, my favrite song from "First" is:

Jacob Two Two
by Kamau

I'm trying to move faster then the speed of thought
Thought carries me
Beyond were I out to be, caught in this conspiracy
Don't pay me any mind, mind you I'm inside
Of blind eyes, blind eyes seen through minds as telepathy
Kind of strange, strange in that I need change
Change the way we look life in the brightness of days
Dazed and confused stares, stares unto new cares,
enlightenment
Stairs step us to freedom, would you fight for it?
Fight for it if you will, my will is weak if we keep
Weeks down to hours what's ours is speech
Speech for the people, people who might be meek
As I, eyes see glory of this new peace
Peace on earth fleeting, not enough of us beleiving
Beleiving in self mistreeting the air that we are breathing
Breathing gasses and toxins, the strangest concoctions
Help us not when we're running out of options
Options

Chorus:
Trying to cure the word in speech (speech) teach (teach)
Even those who can't be reached (reached) breached (breached)
The barriers between us they need us and know it
The emcee is dying survived by a poet

I'm trying to see beyond the light, light the way of my passage
Passages written indecision if I had it
I had it all wrong wrongs never made a right
Write my thoughts in the clutter sleep stuttered in the night
Nightingale calling, calling, falling, falling through space
Space around me surrounds me with sounds in sounds scape
Scrapes the sky with the rooftops of buildings
Building a new life anew sliding from ceiling
Sealing crevices in our airtight lives
A live one alive one person will survive
Surviving the night but the knight turned to fight
Fight for rights of wisdom the ground stood with some might
Might I be the man that held creation in hand
Handing down sounds pounding out speakers I stand
Stand tall if not at all we will all give
Give to people prospering in spite of how we live
Live

Chorus

Biting my nails, nails the last in my coffin
Coughing cause we couldn't laugh last too often
Some of us will try, try to be an idol
Idol are the hands that tried to recycle
The cycles of old, the old are the elders
Elders are the statemen but who shall remember
Remember the truth when the truth isn't there
Theirs is the pain of the world unfair
Fares still rising, rising revolutions
Revolutions in thirty-three and a third no solution
Solutions of water and lead, lead us to the deal
They said it all in spite
In spite of what they said

Chorus

Fit But You Know It Lyrics

See i reckon you about an eight or a nine
Maybe even nine and a half in 4 beers time
That blue top shop top youve got on, is nice
Bit too much fake tan though but, yea you score high
But theres just one little thing thats just really really really annoying me about you ,ya see
Yea yea like i said, you are really fit
But my gosh ! dont you just know it

Im not trying to pull you
Even tho i would like to
I think you are really fit
Your fit but my gosh dont you know it

So when i looked at you standing there with your horde
I was waiting in the que lookin at the board
Wondering whether to have a burger or chips
Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford
When i noticed out the corner of my eye
Lookin toward my direction your eyes locked on my course
I couldnt concentrate on what i wanted to order
Which lost me my place in the que i waited for,yea

Im not trying to pull you
Even tho i would like to
I think you are really fit
Your fit but my gosh dont you know it

Woa
Leave it out
Are you smoking something ?
Leave it out
Mike just leave it
We cannot have that behavior in this establishment
Its not worth it mike
Leave it out
Just leave it
Dont touch me
Dont touch me im alright

For a while there i was thinkin, yea but what if
Picturing myself pulling with bare white-heart witt
Staring at you standing there opposite
Whether or not you knew it i swear you didnt tick
And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queing was clocking onto you to it
I had to admit that yea yea you are fit and i do want it
But i stopped sharkin a minute to get chips and drinks

Im not trying to pull you
Even tho i would like to
I think you are really fit
Your fit but my gosh dont you know it

Oi just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little dohnut in hand
I was like nah, i cant even, no you look grand
But you looked sharp there smiling hard suggesting and, leaning away with your hearty hearty lookin tan
But i admit the next bit was spanners to my plan
You walked toward my path but just brushed right past
And into the arms of that ****fucking white shirted man

Im not trying to pull you
Even tho i would like to
I think you are really fit
Your fit but my gosh dont you know it

What do i give a fuck iv got a girlfriend anyway
Oi were all a bit drunk weve had a few fair play
I'v got this stella i bombed from that last cafe
This nights not even begun
Yes yes oh yay

I did fancy you a bit though,yea i must say
I would rather i hadnt mugged myself on display
But this is just another case of female stopping play
In an otherswise total result of a holiday

Im not trying to pull you
Even tho i would like to
I think you are really fit
Your fit but my gosh dont you know it

Classic.

Pym, SFAW Fan, and darkjanus great choices...here is mine...

The Blood Brothers, "Marooned on Piano Island", This Adultery is Ripe(album)

Hello, hello, hello, to the girl with eight inch fingers.
Codeine eyes swollen like hives and stingers.
This is our first caress
and I must confess you look slightly marionette-esque.
The way you walk out of order.
The way you talk out of tune.
Marooned on Piano Island.
Population of two, population me and you.
I met a girl with eight inch fingers.
She clothed herself in pineapple skin.
She tempted me with forbidden pleasure
now I'll live on Piano Island forever.
She's a tropical beauty.

and one more blood brothers (I <3 their lyrics)

The Blood Brothers, "Junkyard J. vs. The Skin Army Girls High Fives, LA hive", MArch On, Electric Children

"roll film!" screams scissors lips,
prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss.
she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak
as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks.

scene one, enter junkyard j:
the man with the used smile spits on his fingertips.
swinging the sledgehammer he pounds his thunder kiss.
and the crowd sing sings along to his victory song.
pinned on the anvil her crown starts to flake.
but that's what it takes to make the big make the big break!

cut camera! screams scissor lips.
the screen god shuts.
the audience gnaws their finger tips.
stage hands hammer stakes to her hands and knees.
the modern crucifixion legs parted in the shape of a V.

scene two: enter skin army girls:
camaro's disguised as tanks.
pom pom's blazing rapid fire blanks.
high fives, ruined lives, high fives LA hives,
high fives high fives the theatre wails like diseased violins,
high fives heeled castanet clicks rape harmony.
youth decays in 4/4 time.

scene three: this is the making of a hollywood queen.
the christening of a legendary dream.
this is your birth breath, this is your death sigh
and nothing hurts quite like the first time.

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
Women and children first
And the children first
And the children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I
Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
I have seen too much
Yeah I've seen a lot
You haven't seen enough
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw him in the fire
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening happening
Mobiles squirking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money run
Take the money run
Take the money
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
The first of the children

EDIT: sorry, didn't realise mantis had already posted the same song!

EDIT - Eh, this one's better.

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin, and he to
Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She would
date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She would remain faithful.

But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.
It was more than the human mind could bear.

Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how
she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and
he wasn't there (Awww...).

The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade was scheduled
to appear. He'd just finished mowing and etching the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated Aluminum Company
of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared enough to write.

It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mails. Then it struck
him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple. He would ship himself
parcel post, special delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket to
purchase the necessary equipment. He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that
with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.

By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package
"Fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and
happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the
deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person. She
would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne
up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.

Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very rough
weekend. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about
it though. After it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all,
it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what
Bill could teach Waldo - but that seemed many years ago.

Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen
door and into the kitchen. "Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be
taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen on television. "God, don't even talk about that." She got up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than steak," and then attempted to
touch her knees. "I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."

She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle. "After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him." "I
know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't
really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know
what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over
her mouth. "I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," here
she bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to!" Now she was laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office rang
the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his yellow and his
green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
room. "I dunno."

Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the
muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down
the center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the return address and see who
it's from?" Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the
vibrating footsteps. It would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "Ah, god,
it's from Waldo!" "That schmuck!" said Sheila. Waldo trembled with expectation.
"Well, you might as well open it," said Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the
staple flap. "Ah sst," said Marsha, groaning, "he must have nailed it shut."
They tugged on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" They pulled again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,
breathing heavily.

"Why don't you get a scissor," said Sheila. Marsha ran into the kitchen, but
all she could find was a little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was very out of breath.
"Here, you do it. I-I'm gonna die." She sank into a large fluffy couch and
exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the
end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough
room. "God damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,
"I got an idea." "What?" said Marsha. "Just watch," said Sheila, touching her
finger to her head.

Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his
heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood quite upright and
walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through
the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of
Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.

Moving to the Country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the Country, gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Moving to the Country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the Country, gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can
They were put there by a man
In a facory down town
If I had my little way I'd eat peaches every day
Some soaked in bowls some in the shade

Moving to the Country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the Country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the Country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the Country, gonna eat a lot of peaches

Took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a ripend peach in my fist
And dreamed about you... woman
Poked my finger down inside
Made a little room for an ant to hide
Nature's candy in my hand
No can or pie

Millions of peaches. Peaches for me.
Millions of peaches. Peaches for free.
Millions of peaches. Peaches for me.
Millions of peaches. Peaches for free.

Millions of peaches. Peaches for me.
Millions of peaches. Peaches for free.
Millions of peaches. Peaches for me.
Millions of peaches. Peaches for free.

LET ME PUT MY LOVE INTO YOU
Back In Black (1980)
(Young, Young, Johnson)

Flying on a free flight
Driving all night
With my machinery
'Cause I, I got the power
Any hour
To show the man in me
I got reputations
Blown to pieces
With my artillery
Whoa ho
I'll be guided in
We'll be ridin'
given what you got to me

Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight

CHORUS:
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

Oh, Like a fever
Burning faster
You spark the fire in me
Crazy feelings
Got me reeling
They got me raising steam

Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight
Yeah

CHORUS

Cut it
Let me, let me
Oooh

CHORUS

Oh

Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me give it all
Let me give it all
To you, to you

Give it all

From Enslavement to Obliteration by Napalm Death

Commited to a life of slavery
In the factories our own hands have built
Where we must work twice the graft
Before gaining the goods we've already slogged to create

To consume all things material
Stands above human compassion
As we compete with our fellow man
In the bid for a stronger position

In our ruthless search for prosperity
We become the tools of our own oppression
Forming the backbone of a society
That thrives on mass division

From enslavement...
To obliteration...

Aero Zepplin
Nirvana
'Incesticide'

What's a season in a right, if you can't have anything?
What's the reason in a rhyme if a plan means anything?
What's the meaning of a crime, it's a fan if anything?
What's the learning in a line, it's a brand, it's a brand

How a culture comes again, it's a cloud of yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway
We're only here to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday
You could shit upon the stage, they'll be fans,
they'll be fans, they'll be fans

(x2)
All the kids'll eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Steal a sound and imitate, keep a format equally
Not an ode, just the facts, wat are problem is nowadays
An idea's what we lack, doesn't matter anyways

(x6)
Hey

Mr. Moustache
Nirvana
'Bleach'

Fill me in on your new vision
Wake me up with indecision
Help me trust your mighty wisdom
Yes I eat cow - I am not proud

Show me how you question, question
Lead the way to my temptation
Take my hand kill me cleanly
Yes I eat cow - I am not proud

Easy in an easy chair
Poop as hard as rock
I don't like you anyway
Seal it in a box

I'm New
Now You

Fill me in on your new vision
Wake me up with indecision
Help me trust your mighty wisdom
Yes I eat cow - I am not proud

Show me how you question, question
Lead the way to my temptation
Take my hand kill me cleanly
Yes I eat cow - I am not proud

Easy in an easy chair
Poop as hard as rock
I don't like you anyway
Seal it in a box

(x2)
I'm New
Now You

-Frank

Maroon 5
She Will Be Loved

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

[in the backround]
try so hard to say goodbye
try so hard to say goodbye

Yeah
[softly]
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Try so hard to say goobye

Jack Johnson - Flake

I know she said it's alright
But you can make it up next time
I know she knows it's not right
There ain't no use in lying
Maybe she thinks I know something
Maybe maybe she thinks its fine
Maybe she knows something I don't
I'm so, I'm so tired, I'm so tired of trying

It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don't tell me you might just let it go
And often times we're lazy
It seems to stand in my way
Cause no one no not no one
Likes to be let down

I know she loves the sunrise
No longer sees it with her sleeping eyes
And I know that when she said she's gonna try
Well it might not work because of other ties and
I know she usually has some other ties
And I wouldn't want to break 'em, nah, I wouldn't want to break 'em
Maybe she'll help me to untie this but
Until then well, I'm gonna have to lie too

It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don't tell me you might just let it go
And often times we're lazy
It seems to stand in my way
Cause no one no not no one
Likes to be let down
It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don't tell me you might just let it go

The harder that you try baby, the further you'll fall
Even with all the money in the whole wide world
Please please please don't pass me
Please please please don't pass me
Please please please don't pass me by

Everything you know about me now baby you gonna have to change
You gonna have to call it by a brand new name
Please please please don't drag me
Please please please don't drag me
Please please please don't drag me down

Just like a tree down by the water baby I shall not move
Even after all the silly things you do
Please please please don't drag me
Please please please don't drag me
Please please please don't drag me down

The Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And i'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am

I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with bigh block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends i am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am

You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

D.C. sleeps alone tonight

You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seing why i was the one worth leaving
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

Iron Maiden - Where Eagles Dare

It's snowing outside the rumbling sound
of engines roar in the night,
The mission is near the confident men
are waiting to drop from the sky.

The Blizzard goes on but still they must fly
No one should go where eagles dare.

Bavarian alps that lay all around
they seem to stare from below,
The enemy lines a long time passed
are lying deep in the snow.

Into the night they fall through the sky
No one should fly where eagles dare.

They're closing in the fortress is near
it's standing high in the sky,
The cable car's the only way in
it's really impossible to climb.

They make their way but maybe too late
They've got to try to save the day.

The panicking cries the roaring of guns
are echoing all round the valley,
The mission complete they make to escape
away from the Eagles Nest.

They dared to go where no one would try
they chose to fly where eagles dare.

This place really needs to be NUMBed.

Confortably Numb
Pink Floyd
The Wall
1979

Hello
Is there any body in there?
Just nod if you can hear me...
Is there anyone home...

Come on...
now
I here you're feeling down.
I can ease your pain
get you on your feet again

Relax
I need some information
first
Just the basic facts
can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receiving
A distant ship smokes on the horizen
you are coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child, I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become, Confortably Numb.
*Guitar solo one*

Okay
Just a little pinprick
there'll be no more AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working good
That'll keep you going for the show
comeon it's time to go

There is no pain you are receiving
A distant ship smokes on the horizen
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimps
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I can not put my finger on it now
The child is grown; the dream is gone
I have become....
Confortably Numb

*Guitar Solo #2 lasting two blissful minutes*



ride6

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1.
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club.
11,12,13, pistols big as M 16's.
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?
Nina, 2 nina's, a peice and they dont even see us.
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one, they gonna think its machine guns.
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels.
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles.
So, vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas.
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded.
Managers, bouncers, and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
to come up on and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions.
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up.
Fixin' to get into some shit, just itchin' to choke someone up.
You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up.
So yeah, yeah, oh what up, see my people throw shit up.
See you talk that hoe shit now, when you down you wont get up.
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up,
they just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up.
Heater no heater, automatic no matic.
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or dont have it.
You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
and open up a whole can of whoop ass. You dont wanna chance to
risk it no biscuit, milli mac or mac milli.
Really wodie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really.
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dealy.
Fuck it lets just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!"

Eminem off D12 World Track 1 "Git Up" he says it so fast its amazing, some of the best rapping i ever heard. you got to hear it tho, reading it does not do it justice.

If you are actually there looking down on us all,
If you actually cared when the world is at downfall.
If you helped the depressed and got people through,
Then I might consider believing in you.

When people witness hell are you really there?
I don’t know why people fucking care.
The image I see is all fucking fake,
If you are really up there die for our sake.

Chorus
This myth of you will end some day,
Fix my problems or you will rot and decay.
I have nothing against your powerful force,
But why believe in an invisible source.

I know people that think they’re in your reach,
Hearing bullshit, lies as the vicar does a preach.
Why people don’t realise they’re clasping to nothing.
I don’t know what the world is coming too,
Believe or not I haven’t a fucking clue.
So you let there be war, let thousands die,
All the chaos as all the families left to cry.

Chorus
This myth of you will end some day,
Fix my problems or you will rot and decay.
I have nothing against your powerful force,
But why believe in an invisible source.

The time is ticking, the years are going by,
It’s been long enough and I have made up my mind.
I realised you are nothing, you never existed,
You just fuck people up and I think it’s twisted.
The world is coming to an end, darkness will fall,
This wouldn’t happen…………… if you existed.

End Chorus
This myth of you is coming to an end,
You never fixed my problems, you will rot and decay
I have everything against your powerful force,
I will never believe in an invisible source.

Love Buzz
Nirvana
'Bleach'

Would you beleive me when I tell you
You are the queen of my heart
Please dont' deceive me when I hurt you
Just aint the way it seems

(x4)
Can you feel my love buzz?

Would you beleive me when I tell you
You are the queen of my heart
Please dont' deceive me when I hurt you
Just aint the way it seems

-Frank

Can't Even Tell by Soul Asylum

I may never get what I want
But I'm happy just to die trying
And I hope I ain't done nobody wrong
But I miss you smiling
And I'm looking for a cure cause I'm bored to tears
And I'm stuck in here, stuck out here, stuck in here

We lived through another day
It's a good excuse to celebrate
Take a number knock on wood
We'll find a reason to feel good

I know you know I wanna know how I feel
I can't even tell (3)

No one knows nothing about me
I'm guessing I'll just keep 'em guessing
No one sees what I see
This is my blessing
And I'm looking for a way to get out of here
Get me out of here, out of here, out of here

We lived through another day
It's a good excuse to celebrate
Take a number knock on wood
Find a reason to feel good
I know you know you wanna know how I feel
I can't even tell (3)

I'm out of here, out of here, out of here
I know you know I want to know how I feel
I can't tell
I know you know I'll tell you if it's real
It sounded like a bell
I can't even tell
I can't even tell