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  • #76
    "Shut 'Em Down"
    Public Enemy

    I testified
    My mama cried
    Black people died
    When the other man lied
    See the TV, listen to me double trouble
    I overhaul and I'm comin'
    From the lower level
    I'm takin' tabs
    Sho nuff stuff to grab
    Like shirts it hurts
    Wit a neck to wreck
    Took a poll 'cause our soul
    Took a toll
    From the education
    Of a TV station
    But look around
    Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball
    Boom and Pound
    When I
    Shut 'em down
    1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
    What I use in the battle for the mind
    I hit it hard
    Like it supposed
    Pullin' no blows to the nose
    Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows
    Then what it is
    Only 5 percent of the biz
    I'm addin' woes
    That's how da way it goes
    Then U think I rank never drank, point blank
    I own loans
    Suckers got me runnin' from the bank
    Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee
    I never saw a way to pay a sap
    To read the law
    Then become a victim of a lawyer
    Don't know ya, never saw ya
    Tape cued
    Gettin' me sued
    Playin' games wit' my head
    What the judge said put me in the red
    Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead
    No no
    My education mind say
    Suckers gonna pay
    Anyway
    There gonna be a day
    'Cause the troop they roll in
    To posse up
    Whole from the ground
    Ready to go
    Throw another round
    Sick of the ride
    It's suicide
    For the other side of town
    When I find a way to shut 'em down
    Who count the money
    In da neigborhood
    But we spendin' money
    To no end lookin' for a friend
    In a war to the core
    Rippin' up the poor in da stores
    Till they get a brother
    Kickin' down doors
    Then I figure I kick it bigger
    Look 'em dead in the eye
    And they wince
    Defense is pressurized
    They don't want it to be
    Another racial attack
    In disguise so give some money back
    I like Nike but wait a minite
    The neighborhood supports so put some
    Money in it
    Corporations owe
    Dey gotta give up the dough
    To da town
    or else
    We gotta shut 'em down

    Howdy y'all
    This is the Burning Cross hour of the KKK
    I'd like to express our deepest gratitude
    For the destruction of the inferior ****** race
    And I'm especially pleased to report
    They've destroyed themselves without our help
    To all you gangs, hoodlums, drug pushers and users
    And other worthless ******s killing each other
    We'd like to thank y'all
    For saving us the time, trouble, and legality
    For the final chapter of ripping y'all from the face of the Earth
    Your solution to our problem is greatly appreciated
    So keep selling us your soul
    Thank you.
    "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
    -Bokonon

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    • #77
      Rolling Stones - Paint it black

      I see a red door and I want it painted black
      No colors anymore I want them to turn black
      I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
      I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

      I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
      With flowers and my love both never to come back
      I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
      Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day

      I look inside myself and see my heart is black
      I see my red door and it has been painted black
      Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
      It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

      No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
      I could not foresee this thing happening to you

      If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
      My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

      I see a red door and I want it painted black
      No colors anymore I want them to turn black
      I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
      I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

      Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

      I wanna see it painted, painted black
      Black as night, black as coal
      I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
      I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
      Yeah!

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      • #78
        "Wake Up"
        Rage Against The Machine

        Come on!
        Uggh!
        Come on, although ya try to discredit
        Ya still never edit
        The needle, I'll thread it
        Radically poetic
        Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
        And like E-Double I'm mad
        Still knee-deep in the system's ****
        Hoover, he was a body remover
        I'll give ya a dose
        But it'll never come close
        To the rage built up inside of me
        Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

        Movements come and movements go
        Leaders speak, movements cease
        When their heads are flown
        'Cause all these punks
        Got bullets in their heads
        Departments of police, the judges, the feds
        Networks at work, keepin' people calm
        You know they went after King
        When he spoke out on Vietnam
        He turned the power to the have-nots
        And then came the shot

        Yeah!

        Yeah, back in this...
        Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
        Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
        Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
        To shake ya up, to break the structure up
        'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
        I'm like takin' photos
        Mad boy kicks open the shutter
        Set the groove
        Then stick and move like I was Cassius
        Rep the stutter step
        Then bomb a left upon the fascists
        Yea, the several federal men
        Who pulled schemes on the dream
        And put it to an end

        Ya better beware
        Of retribution with mind war
        20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

        Networks at work, keepin' people calm
        Ya know they murdered X
        And tried to blame it on Islam
        He turned the power to the have-nots
        And then came the shot

        Uggh!
        What was the price on his head?
        What was the price on his head!

        I think I heard a shot (5 times)
        I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

        Background: 'Black nationalism'
        'He may be a real contender for this position should he
        abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
        of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
        'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
        pinpoint potential trouble-makers...'
        'And neutralise them'

        Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
        Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

        Spoken: 'How long? Not long, 'cause
        what you reap is what you sow.'
        "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
        -Bokonon

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        • #79
          Now THIS is a good song.....

          It sends svhivers down my spine. Actually heard it on a campout BEFORE O Brother Where Art Thou? came out.


          O Death

          O, Death
          O, Death
          Won't you spare me over til another year
          Well what is this that I can't see
          With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
          Well I am death, none can excel
          I'll open the door to heaven or hell
          Whoa, death someone would pray
          Could you wait to call me another day
          The children prayed, the preacher preached
          Time and mercy is out of your reach
          I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
          I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
          I'll close your eyes so you can't see
          This very air, come and go with me
          I'm death I come to take the soul
          Leave the body and leave it cold
          To draw up the flesh off of the frame
          Dirt and worm both have a claim
          O, Death
          O, Death
          Won't you spare me over til another year
          My mother came to my bed
          Placed a cold towel upon my head
          My head is warm my feet are cold
          Death is a-movin upon my soul
          Oh, death how you're treatin' me
          You've close my eyes so I can't see
          Well you're hurtin' my body
          You make me cold
          You run my life right outta my soul
          Oh death please consider my age
          Please don't take me at this stage
          My wealth is all at your command
          If you will move your icy hand
          Oh the young, the rich or poor
          Hunger like me you know
          No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
          Nothing satisfies me but your soul
          O, death
          O, death
          Wont you spare me over til another year
          Wont you spare me over til another year
          Wont you spare me over til another year
          Today, you are the waves of the Pacific, pushing ever eastward. You are the sequoias rising from the Sierra Nevada, defiant and enduring.

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          • #80
            Omar...great song! ...the person who suggested to put that song as the end-theme of The Matrix was a genius...

            Scott McKenzie - San Francisco

            If you're going to San Francisco
            Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
            If you're going to San Francisco
            You're gonna meet some gentle people there

            For those who come to San Francisco
            Summertime will be a love-in there
            In the streets of San Francisco
            Gentle people with flowers in their hair

            All across the nation such a strange vibration
            People in motion
            There's a whole generation with a new explanation
            People in motion people in motion

            For those who come to San Francisco
            Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
            If you come to San Francisco
            Summertime will be a love-in there

            If you come to San Francisco
            Summertime will be a love-in there



            *Now where's Fufu's hippie-smiley...?*

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            • #81
              Ain't Too Proud To Beg
              The Temptations


              I know you wanna leave me
              But I refuse to let you go
              If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy
              I don't mind, 'cause you mean that much to me

              Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin
              (A-you know it)
              Please don't leave me girl, (don't you go)
              Ain't too proud to plead (baby baby)
              Please don't leave me girl ( don't you go)


              Now I've heard a cryin' man is half a man, with no sense of pride
              But If I have to cry to keep you
              I don't mind weepin'
              If it'll keep you by my side

              Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin' ooo,
              (Please don't)
              Don't leave me girl ( don't you go)
              Ain't too proud to plead (baby, baby)
              Please don't leave me girl (don't you go)

              If I have to sleep on your door step all night and day
              Just to keep you from walkin' away
              Let your friends laugh, even this I can stand
              Cause I wanna keep ya, anyway I can

              Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin'
              (Please don't) don't leave me girl (don't you go)
              Ain't too proud to plead (baby baby)
              Please don't leave me girl (don't you go)
              (Hoo-hoo-hoo)



              Now I've got a love so deep in the pit of my heart
              And each day it grows more and more
              I'm not ashamed to come and plead to ya baby
              If pleadin' keeps you from walkin' out that door

              Ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin'
              (You know it)
              Please don't leave me girl (don't you go)
              Ain't too proud to plead ( baby baby)
              Please don't leave me girl (don't leave me girl) don't you go
              Baby, baby, baby, baby
              (Sweetheart) baby baby
              FADES-
              (Please don't) don't leave me girl...
              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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              • #82
                HOw YOu Remind me by Nickelback

                Never made it as a wise man
                I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
                Tired of living like a blind man
                I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling

                And this is how you remind me
                This is how you remind me of what I really am
                This is how you remind me of what I really am

                It's not like you to say sorry
                I was waiting on a different story
                This time i'm mistaken
                For handing you a heart worth breaking
                And I've been wrong, I've been down
                Into the bottom of every bottle
                These five words in my head
                Scream ,"Are we having fun yet?"
                yeah, yeah, yeah, no no
                yeah, yeah, yeah, no no

                it's not like you didn't know that
                I said i love you and i swear i still do
                And it must have been so bad
                Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
                and this is how you remind me of what i really am
                this is how you remind me of what i really am

                It's not like you to say sorry
                I was waiting on a different story
                This time i'm mistaken
                For handing you a heart worth breaking
                And I've been wrong, I've been down
                Into the bottom of every bottle
                These five words in my head
                Scream ,"Are we having fun yet?"

                yeah, yeah, yeah, no no
                yeah, yeah, yeah, no no

                Never made it as a wise man
                I couldnt cut it as a poor man stealin'
                and this is how you remind me
                this is how you remind me

                this is how you remind me of what i really am
                this is how you remind me of what i really am

                It's not like you to say sorry
                I was waiting on a different story
                This time i'm mistaken
                For handing you a heart worth breaking
                And I've been wrong, I've been down
                Into the bottom of every bottle
                These five words in my head
                Scream ,"Are we having fun yet?"
                yeah, yeah, yeah, no no
                yeah, yeah, yeah, no no

                PLeasure Principle by Janet Jackson
                You might think I'm crazy but I'm serious
                it's better you know now
                what I thought was happiness was only part-time bliss
                you can take a bow
                it was all just one big night out on the town
                riding in your limousine
                we turned right and I say wrong which brings us to a stop
                as the light is changing

                Oh my meters running so I got to go now

                Its the pleasure principle oh oh ohhhhh
                Its the principle of pleasure
                Oh ohhh
                its the pleasure principle oh oh -oh oh

                Its true you want to build your life of guarantees
                hey take a ride in a big yellow taxi
                I'm not here to feed your insecurities
                I wanted you to love me
                this has become an all too familiar scene
                its not the first time I paid the fare
                where'd you get the idea of material possession?
                thank you for the ride nowhere

                And oh my meters running so I've really got to go
                Its the pleasure principle oh ohhh

                I know- what you mean to me
                baby this is nowhere
                you know- what became between you and me human differential
                sa dat dit dit baby
                It's the principle of pleasure
                oh ohhh
                its the pleasure principle oh ohhh

                You might say that I'm no good
                I wouldn't trust your looks baby if I could
                I got so many things I wanna do, before I'm through
                hey da dit da dit dat baby

                its the pleasure principle

                Baby you can't hold me down
                baby you can't hold me down
                after all the lovin' we've been through
                and after all you've put me through
                yeah hey yeah
                love me, hey yeah
                its the pleasure principle of love
                yeah yeah yeah yeah

                Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix
                Purple Haze are in my brain
                Lately things don't seem the same
                Acting funny but I don't know why
                Excuse me while i kiss the sky

                Purple haze all around
                don't know if I'm coming up or down
                am i happy or in misery
                What ever it is that girl putt a spell on me

                HELP ME ... HELP ME oh i don't know

                Purple haze was all in my eyes
                don't know if it's day or night
                you've got me blowin',blowin' my mind
                is it tomarrow or just the end of time

                who knows?
                help me
                yeah
                come on know
                tell me
                tell me
                "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                • #83
                  El Paso Was One Of My Father's Favorites

                  This one is for Rah.

                  HOLD YOUR HEAD UP
                  Argent

                  And if it's there
                  Don't let it get you down,
                  You can take it.
                  And if it hurts
                  Don't let them see you cry,
                  You can make it.


                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head high.
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head high.


                  And if they stare
                  Just let them burn their eyes
                  On you moving.
                  And if they shout
                  Don't let it change a thing
                  That you're doing.


                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head high.
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head high.


                  (interlude)


                  Hold your head up
                  Hold your head up
                  Hold your head up
                  Hold your head up
                  Hold your head up
                  Hold your head up
                  Hold your head up
                  Hold your head up
                  Hold your head up


                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head high.
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head high.


                  And if they stare
                  Just let them burn their eyes
                  On you moving.
                  And if they shout
                  Don't let it change a thing
                  That you're doing.


                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Hold your head up, oh
                  Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                  "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                  He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                  • #84
                    Somewhere Out There by Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram

                    Somewhere out there
                    Beneath the pale moonlight
                    Someone's thinking of me
                    And loving me tonight

                    Somewhere out there
                    Someone's saying a prayer
                    That we'll find one another
                    In that big somewhere out there

                    And even though I know how very far apart we are
                    It helps to think we might be wishing
                    On the same bright star
                    And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
                    It helps to think we're sleeping
                    Underneath the same big sky

                    Somewhere out there
                    If love can see us through
                    Then we'll be together
                    Somewhere out there
                    Out where dreams come true
                    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                    • #85
                      A Medley Of Paul Simon, That Tells

                      The Boxer
                      Music & Lyrics : Paul Simon

                      I am just a poor boy
                      Though my story's seldom told
                      I have squandered my resistance
                      For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
                      All lies and jests
                      Still a man hears what he wants to hear
                      And disregards the rest
                      When I left my home and my family
                      I was no more than a boy
                      In the company of strangers
                      In the quiet of the railway station running scared
                      Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
                      Where the ragged people go
                      Looking for the places only they would know
                      Lie la lie ...

                      Asking only workman's wages
                      I come looking for a job
                      But I get no offers,
                      Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
                      I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
                      I took some comfort there
                      Lie la lie ...

                      Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
                      And wishing I was gone
                      Going home
                      Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
                      Bleeding me, going home
                      In the clearing stands a boxer
                      And a fighter by his trade
                      And he carries the reminders
                      Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
                      Or cut him till he cried out
                      In his anger and his shame
                      "I am leaving, I am leaving"
                      But the fighter still remains
                      Lie la lie ...
                      ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

                      You Can Call Me Al
                      Paul Simon

                      A man walks down the street
                      He says why am I soft in the middle now
                      Why am I soft in the middle
                      The rest of my life is so hard
                      I need a photo-opportunity
                      I want a shot at redemption
                      Don't want to end up a cartoon
                      In a cartoon graveyard
                      Bonedigger Bonedigger
                      Dogs in the moonlight
                      Far away my well-lit door
                      Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
                      Get these mutts away from me
                      You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore

                      If you'll be my bodyguard
                      I can be your long lost pal
                      I can call you Betty
                      And Betty when you call me
                      You can call me Al

                      A man walks down the street
                      He says why am I short of attention
                      Got a short little span of attention
                      And wo my nights are so long
                      Where's my wife and family
                      What if I die here
                      Who'll be my role-model
                      Now that my role-model is
                      Gone Gone
                      He ducked back down the alley
                      With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
                      All along along
                      There were incidents and accidents
                      There were hints and allegations

                      If you'll be my bodyguard
                      I can be your long lost pal
                      I can call you Betty
                      And Betty when you call me
                      You can call me Al
                      Call me Al

                      A man walks down the street
                      It's a street in a strange world
                      Maybe it's the Third World
                      Maybe it's his first time around
                      He doesn't speak the language
                      He holds no currency
                      He is a foreign man
                      He is surrounded by the sound
                      The sound
                      Cattle in the marketplace
                      Scatterlings and orphanages
                      He looks around, around
                      He sees angels in the architecture
                      Spinning in infinity
                      He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

                      If you'll be my bodyguard
                      I can be your long lost pal
                      I can call you Betty
                      And Betty when you call me
                      You can call me Al
                      Call me Al

                      ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

                      Slip Slidin' Away
                      Paul Simon

                      Slip slidin' away
                      Slip slidin' away
                      You know the nearer your destination
                      The more you're slip slidin' away

                      I know a man
                      He came from my home town
                      He wore his passion for his woman
                      Like a thorny crown
                      He said Delores
                      I live in fear
                      My love for you's so overpowering
                      I'm afraid that I will disappear

                      Slip slidin' away
                      Slip slidin' away
                      You know the nearer your destination
                      The more you're slip slidin' away

                      I know a woman
                      Became a wife
                      These are the very words she uses
                      To describe her life
                      She said a good day
                      Ain't got no rain
                      She said a bad day's when I lie in bed
                      And think of things that might have been

                      Slip slidin' away
                      Slip slidin' away
                      You know the nearer your destination
                      The more you're slip slidin' away

                      And I know a father
                      Who had a son
                      He longed to tell him all the reasons
                      For the things he'd done
                      He came a long way
                      Just to explain
                      He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
                      Then he turned around and headed home again

                      Slip slidin' away
                      Slip slidin' away
                      You know the nearer your destination
                      The more you're slip slidin' away

                      God only knows
                      God makes his plan
                      The information's unavailable
                      To the mortal man
                      We work our jobs
                      Collect our pay
                      Believe we're gliding down the highway
                      When in fact we're slip slidin' away
                      ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

                      Still Crazy After All These Years
                      Paul Simon

                      I met my old lover
                      On the street last night
                      She seemed so glad to see me
                      I just smiled
                      And we talked about some old times
                      And we drank ourselves some beers
                      Still crazy afler all these years
                      Still crazy after all these years

                      I'm not the kind of man
                      Who tends to socialize
                      I seem to lean on
                      Old familiar ways
                      And I aint no fool for love songs
                      That whisper in my ears
                      Still crazy after all these years
                      Still crazy after all these years

                      Four in the morning
                      Crapped out
                      Yawning
                      Longing my life away
                      I'll never worry
                      Why should l?
                      Its all gonna fade

                      Now I sit by my window
                      And I watch the cars
                      I fear I'll do some damage
                      One fine day
                      But I would not be convicted
                      By a jury of my peers
                      Still crazy
                      Still crazy
                      Still crazy after all these years
                      Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                      "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                      He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                      • #86
                        Cake--Pretty Pink Ribbon

                        Without the pretty pink ribbon
                        You'd end up just like me
                        Without the pretty pink ribbon
                        You'd float down to the sea
                        Without the pretty pink ribbon
                        You'd say just what you pleased
                        Without the sticky little kitten
                        You're ticket could never be free

                        Without your tight little denim
                        Your virtues would all go unknown
                        Without the room that you live in
                        Your cancer would eat through the bone

                        Your muscles would bulge underground
                        Your demons would all be around
                        Without the pretty pink ribbon
                        You'd end up just like me.

                        Without the pretty pink ribbon
                        You'd end up just like me
                        Without the pretty pink ribbon
                        You'd burn all these dying leaves

                        Without the pretty pink ribbon
                        You would lift this steaming herd
                        You would kill all the sick ones
                        You would bury them deep in the earth

                        Without the tight little denim
                        Your virtues would all go unknown
                        Without the room that you live in
                        Your cancer would eat through the bone

                        Your muscles would bulge underground
                        Your demons would all be around
                        Without the pretty pink ribbon
                        You'd end up just like me
                        "In the beginning was the Word. Then came the ******* word processor." -Dan Simmons, Hyperion

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                        • #87
                          Cake -- It's Coming Down

                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's raining outside.
                          You've nowhere to hide.
                          She's asking you
                          Why you think it's funny.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          She's leaving your house.
                          She had to get out.
                          She's mad,
                          And she'll take her mattress with her.

                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.

                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          You lie on the floor.
                          She's slamming your door.
                          She's gone,
                          And she's wearing your red sweater.

                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.
                          It's coming down.

                          -----And why not, it's a Cake sorta day-----

                          Cake -- Hem Of Your Garment

                          I am intrinsically no good
                          I have a heart that's made of wood
                          I am only biding time
                          Only reciting memorized lines
                          And I'm not fit to touch
                          The hem of your garment

                          No, no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment

                          I have no love but only goals
                          How very empty is my soul
                          It is a soul that feels no thrill
                          A soul that could easily kill
                          And I'm not fit to touch
                          The hem of your garment

                          No, no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment

                          I am intrinsically no good
                          I have a heart that's made of wood
                          I am only biding time
                          Only reciting memorized lines
                          And I'm not fit to touch
                          The hem of your garment

                          I am intrinsically no good
                          I have a heart that's made of wood
                          I am only biding time
                          Only reciting memorized lines
                          And I'm not fit to touch
                          The hem of your garment

                          No, no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment
                          The hem of your garment

                          ----Last one----

                          Cake -- Shadow Stabbing

                          Adjectives on the typewriter
                          He moves his words like a prize fighter
                          The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell

                          The man on the street might just as well be
                          The man on the street might just as well
                          The man on the street might just as well be

                          Outside, outside the world
                          Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls
                          But the steel I,
                          Type jaw
                          Say it all
                          Say it all

                          But the white paint,
                          Plastic saints
                          Say it all
                          Say it all
                          Say it all

                          Say it all,
                          Say it all,
                          Say it all,
                          Say it all,
                          Say it all,
                          Say somebody,
                          Has got to say it all
                          Somebody
                          Has got to say it all

                          I'm so nervous
                          I'm so tense
                          My heart can't forget about this self defense
                          The air is so hot
                          and my breath comes fast
                          I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last

                          I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last...

                          Outside, outside the world
                          Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls
                          But the steel I,
                          Type jaw
                          Say it all
                          Say it all

                          But the white paint,
                          plastic saints
                          Say it all
                          Say it all
                          Say it all

                          Say it all,
                          Say it all,
                          Say it all,
                          Say it all,
                          Say it all,
                          Say somebody,
                          Has got to say it all
                          Somebody
                          Has got to say it all

                          Yeah, adjectives on the typewriter
                          He moves his words like a prize fighter
                          The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell

                          The man on the street might just as well be
                          The man on the street might just as well
                          The man on the street might just as well be
                          "In the beginning was the Word. Then came the ******* word processor." -Dan Simmons, Hyperion

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                          • #88
                            Creed -- Wash Away Those Years

                            She came calling
                            One early morning
                            She showed her crown of thorns
                            She whispered softly
                            To tell a story
                            About how she had been wronged
                            As she lay lifeless
                            He stole her innocence
                            And this is how she carried on
                            This is how she carried on

                            Well I guess she closed her eyes
                            And just imagined everything's alright
                            But she could not hide her tears
                            'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
                            They were sent to wash away those years

                            My anger's violent
                            But still I'm silent
                            When tragedy strikes at home
                            I know this decadence Is shared by millions
                            Remember you're not alone
                            Remember you're not alone

                            Well if you just close your eyes
                            And just imagine everything's alright
                            But do not hide your tears
                            'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
                            Well if you just close your eyes
                            And just imagine everything's alright
                            But do not hide your tears
                            'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
                            They were sent to wash away those years
                            Maybe we can wash away those years

                            For we have crossed many oceans
                            And we labor in between
                            In life there are many quotients
                            And I hope I find the mean
                            the mean, the mean

                            Well if you just close your eyes
                            And just imagine everything's alright
                            But do not hide your tears
                            'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
                            Well if you just close your eyes
                            And just imagine everything's alright
                            But do not hide your tears
                            'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
                            Maybe we can wash away those years
                            I hope that you can wash away those years
                            "In the beginning was the Word. Then came the ******* word processor." -Dan Simmons, Hyperion

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                            • #89
                              Sheryl Crow -- No One Said It Would Be Easy

                              It's obvious the trouble we're in
                              When your father pulls up in a Mercedes Benz
                              He says he just happened to be in the neighborhood
                              But before he leaves he slips the landlord the rent
                              You say, "It's just a question of eliminating
                              obstacles"
                              As you throw your dinner out the kitchen door
                              You say, "I know how you try"

                              But honey, let's eat out tonight

                              No one said it would be easy
                              But no one said it'd be this hard
                              No one said it would be easy
                              No one thought we'd come this far

                              You can't seem to ever fold up a shirt
                              I bring it up and you think I'm a jerk
                              But I think we're here to stay
                              I can't imagine it any other way

                              No one said it would be easy
                              But no one said it'd be this hard
                              No one said it would be easy
                              No one thought we'd come this far

                              Sometimes I wonder who he's picturing
                              When he looks at me and smiles

                              No one said it would be easy
                              But no one said it'd be this hard
                              No one said it would be easy
                              No one thought we'd come this far

                              Oh, and look we've come this far
                              Last edited by Koyaanisqatsi; October 17, 2001, 12:30.
                              "In the beginning was the Word. Then came the ******* word processor." -Dan Simmons, Hyperion

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                              • #90
                                Robbie Williams -- Strong

                                My breath smells of a thousand fags
                                And when I'm drunk I dance like me Dad
                                I've started to dress a bit like him

                                Early morning when I wake up
                                I look like Kiss but without the make up
                                And that's a good line to take it to
                                The bridge

                                And you know and you know
                                Cos my life's a mess
                                And I'm trying to grow so before
                                I'm old I'll confess
                                You think that I'm strong you're wrong
                                You're wrong
                                I'll sing my song my song my song

                                My bed's full of takeaways and fantasies
                                Of easy lays
                                The pause button's broke on my video
                                And is this real cos I feel fake
                                Oprah Winfrey Ricki Lake
                                Teach me things I don't need to know

                                And you know and you know
                                Cos my life's a mess
                                And it's starting to show so before
                                I'm old I'll confess
                                You think that I'm strong you're wrong
                                You're wrong
                                I'll sing my song my song my song

                                If I did it all again I'd be a nun
                                The rain was never cold when I was young
                                I'm still young we're still young
                                Life's too short to be afraid
                                Step inside the sun

                                And you know and you know
                                Cos my life's a mess
                                And I'm trying to grow

                                And you know and you know
                                Cos my life's a mess
                                And I'm trying to grow

                                And you know and you know
                                Cos my life's a mess
                                And I'm trying to grow

                                You think that I'm strong you're wrong
                                You're wrong
                                I'll sing my song my song my song

                                You think that I'm strong you're wrong
                                You're wrong
                                I'll sing my song my song my song

                                Life's too short to be afraid
                                So take a pill to numb the pain
                                You don't have to take the blame

                                Life's too short to be afraid
                                So take a pill to numb the pain
                                You don't have to take the blame

                                Life's too short to be afraid
                                So take a pill to numb the pain
                                You don't have to take the blame
                                "In the beginning was the Word. Then came the ******* word processor." -Dan Simmons, Hyperion

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