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  • #46
    boann: my nana would sing "bushel" to me in the mornings....memories

    California Dreamin by The Mamas and The Papas

    All the leaves are brown
    All the leaves are brown
    And the sky is grey
    And the sky is grey
    I've been for a walk
    I've been for a walk
    On a winter's day
    On a winter's day
    I'd be safe and warm
    I'd be safe and warm
    If I was in L.A.
    If I was in L.A.
    California dreamin
    California dreamin
    On such a winter's day

    Stopped into a church
    I passed along the way
    Well, I got down on my knees
    Got down on my knees
    And I began to pray
    I began to pray
    You know the preacher lights the coal
    Preacher lights the coal
    He knows I'm gonna stay
    Knows I'm gonna stay
    California dreamin
    California dreamin
    On such a winter's day

    All the leaves are brown
    All the leaves are brown
    And the sky is grey
    And the sky is grey
    I've been for a walk
    I've been for a walk
    On a winter's day
    On a winter's day
    If I didn't tell her
    If I didn't tell her
    I could leave today
    I could leave today
    California dreamin
    California dreamin
    On such a winter's day
    California dreaming
    On such a winter's day
    California dreaming
    On such a winter's day
    "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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    • #47
      Devilmunchkin:

      sigh... biggie was nothing compared to 2pac...

      ready to puke, Smac? You know I could post another hundred songs if I wanted to by 2pac alone.


      Brenda's Got a Baby 2pac (his first single)

      Brenda's got a Baby
      Brenda's got a Baby

      I hear Brenda's got a baby
      Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
      A damn shame
      Tha girl can hardly spell her name
      (That's not her problem, that's up to Brenda's family)
      Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community
      Now Brenda never really knew her moms
      and her dad was a junky puttin death into his arm
      It's sad, cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
      Just cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
      But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
      Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
      Brenda got herself a boyfriend
      Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end
      She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
      Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
      Went out and had a church of kids
      As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
      Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
      But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
      She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
      In love with tha molester, whos sexed and crazy
      And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
      And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
      He left her and she had tha baby solo
      She had it on the bathroom floor and didn't know so
      She didn't know, what ta throw away and what to keep
      She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
      I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries
      She didn't realize how much tha the little baby had her eyes
      Now tha babys in the trash heep balling
      Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
      Brenda wants ta run away, momma say, you makin' me lose pay
      The social workers here everyday
      Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
      Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
      No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
      She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
      So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
      So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
      It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
      Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby


      Part Time Mutha

      cutting and scratching)
      She's a part time
      a part time
      part time
      She's a (part time mutha)
      A part time
      A part time
      part time
      She's a (part time mutha)

      Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
      Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
      Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
      This hypocritical world, and the people in it
      Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
      **** with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles
      That would be cool, if she was your lover
      But **** that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
      Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
      Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more
      All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
      Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
      So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
      Revenge is a *****, and my hit shake the murder rate
      Word to the mutha, I'm touched
      When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed
      Maybe one day she'll recover
      But what will it take, to shake, or break
      My part time mutha

      I gotta live with a part time
      A part time
      A part time
      She's a (part time mutha)
      A part time
      A part time
      She's a (part time mutha)

      I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
      Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me
      Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
      He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
      Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
      Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
      I wanna tell mom, but would she listen
      She's bound to be *****in if she hasn't got a fix in
      So... now I lay me down to sleep
      Lord don't let him rape me
      If he does my soul to keep
      Don't let the devil take me
      Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
      Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
      Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods
      The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
      I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
      I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
      Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so
      Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though
      I can't believe the way you call it
      Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter
      Time for me to break and find another
      That's when I discovered
      The ways of the days of a part time mutha

      I got a part time
      A part time
      A part time
      She's a (part time mutha)
      Part time
      A part time
      A part time mutha
      She's a (part time mutha)

      I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
      She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
      I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
      Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
      She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong
      Pat myself on the back and move on
      Is this just how it is hell no
      Cuz she came back with the kid and yo
      I been payin ever since
      The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
      All of my time gets spent at the workplace
      No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
      So I do the dishes and clean the floor
      When I sleep I can't dream anymore
      Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha
      And I, change the diapers and clean the ****
      The tables are turned I can't take this
      Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha


      thanks
      "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
      "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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      • #48
        albert: well, that's why i listen to tool...

        and INdia Arie..

        Video

        Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't
        Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't
        Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes
        It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul

        I'm not the average girl from your video
        and I ain't built like a supermodel
        But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
        Because I am a queen
        I'm not the average girl from your video
        My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
        No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie

        When I look in the mirror the only one there is me
        Every freckle on my face is where it's supposed to be
        And I know our creator didn't make no mistakes on me
        My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes I'm lovin' what I see

        I'm not the average girl from your video
        and I ain't built like a supermodel
        But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
        Because I am a queen
        I'm not the average girl from your video
        My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
        No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie

        Am I less of a lady If I don't wear panty hoes?
        My mama said ain't what she wears but, what she knows
        But, I've drawn a conclusion, it's all and illusion confusions the name of the game
        A misconception, a vast deception
        Something's gotta change
        Don't be offended this is all my opinion
        ain't nothing that I'm sayin law
        This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to share wit ya'll
        So get in where you fit in go on and shine
        Free your mind, nows the time
        Put your salt on the shelf
        Go head and love yourself
        Cuz everything's gonna be all right

        I'm not the average girl from your video
        and I ain't built like a supermodel
        But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
        Because I am a queen
        I'm not the average girl from your video
        My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
        No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie

        Keep your fancy drinks and your expensive minks
        I don't need that to have a good time
        Keep your expensive car and your Caviar
        All I need is my guitar
        Keep your krystyle and your pistol
        I'd rather have a pretty piece of Crystal
        Don't need your silly comb I can find my own
        What God gave me is just fine

        I'm not the average girl from your video
        and I ain't built like a supermodel
        But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
        Because I am a queen
        I'm not the average girl from your video
        My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
        No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie
        "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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        • #49
          Triple Shot Thursday. Dallas' Own Steve Miller

          Rock’n Me

          Well I've been lookin' real hard
          And I'm tryin' to find a job
          But it just keeps gettin' tougher every day
          But I got to do my part cause I know in my heart
          I got to please my sweet baby, yeah

          Well, I ain't superstitious
          And I don't get suspicious
          But my woman is a friend of mine
          And I know that it's true that all the things that I do
          Will come back to me in my sweet time

          So keep on rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby

          I went from Phoenix, Arizona
          All the way to Tacoma
          Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
          Northern California where the girls are warm
          So I could be with my sweet baby, yeah

          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Baby, baby, baby
          Keep on rock'n
          Rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n
          Rock'n me baby

          Don't get suspicious
          Now don't be suspicious
          Babe, you know you are a friend of mine
          And you know that it's true
          That all the things that I do
          Are gonna come back to you in your sweet time

          I went from Phoenix, Arizona
          All the way to Tacoma
          Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
          Northern California where the girls are warm
          So I could hear my sweet baby say

          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me, rock'n me, rock'n
          Baby, baby, baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby
          Keep on a rock'n me baby

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


          Jungle Love

          I met you on somebody's island
          You thought you had known me before
          I brought you a crate of papaya
          They waited all night by your door
          You probably wouldn't remember
          I probably couldn't forget
          Jungle love in the surf in the pouring rain
          Everything's better when wet

          Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
          It's makin' me crazy
          Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
          It's makin' me crazy

          But lately you live in the jungle
          I never see you alone
          But we need some definite answers
          So I thought I would write you a poem
          The question to everyone's answer
          Is usually asked from within
          But the patterns of the rain
          And the truth they contain
          Have written my life on your skin

          Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
          It's makin' me crazy
          Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
          It's makin' me crazy

          You treat me like I was your ocean
          You swim in my blood when it's warm
          My cycles of circular motion
          Protect you and keep you from harm
          You live in a world of illusion
          Where everything's peaches and cream
          We all face a scarlet conclusion
          But we spend our time in a dream

          Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
          It's makin' me crazy
          Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
          It's makin' me crazy

          Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
          It's makin' me crazy
          Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
          It's makin' me crazy

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



          The Joker


          Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
          Some call me the gangster of love
          Some people call me Maurice
          'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

          People talk about me, baby
          Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
          Well, don't you worry baby, don't worry
          'Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home

          'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
          I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
          I play my music in the sun
          I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
          I'm a midnight toker
          I sure don't want to hurt no one

          'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
          I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
          I play my music in the sun
          I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
          I'm a midnight toker
          I get my lovin' on the run

          Wooo Wooooo

          You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
          I really love your peaches, wannna shake your tree
          Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
          Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time

          'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
          I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
          I play my music in the sun
          I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
          I'm a midnight toker
          I get my lovin' on the run

          'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
          I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
          I play my music in the sun
          I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
          I'm a midnight toker
          I sure don't want to hurt no one

          Wooo Woooo

          People keep talking about me, baby
          They say I'm doin' you wrong
          Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
          'Cause I'm right here at home

          You're the cutest thing I ever did see
          Really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree
          Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
          Come on baby and I'll show you a good time
          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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          • #50
            NA NA HEY HEY KISS HIM GOODBYE
            Steam



            Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

            He'll never love you, the way that I love you
            'Cause if he did, no no, he wouldn't make you cry
            He might be thrillin' baby but a-my love (my love, my love)
            So dog-gone willin'
            So kiss him (I wanna see you kiss him. Wanna see you kiss him)
            Go on and kiss him goodbye, now

            Na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
            Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

            Listen to me now

            He's never near you to comfort and cheer you
            When all those sad tears are fallin' baby from your eyes
            He might be thrillin' baby but a-my love (my love, my love)
            So dog-gone willin'
            So kiss him (I wanna see you kiss him. I wanna see you kiss him)
            Go on and kiss him goodbye, na-na na-na-na na na

            Na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

            [fade in]
            Hey hey-ey, goodbye
            Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
            Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
            Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
            [repeat many times and fade out]
            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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            • #51
              I Don't Have the Heart by James Ingram

              Your face is beaming
              You say is ‘cause you’re dreaming
              Of how good it’s going to be
              You say you’ve been around
              And now you’ve finally found
              Everything you wanted and need in me

              I don’t have the heart to hurt you
              It’s the last I want to do
              But I don’t have the heart to love you
              Not the way you want me to

              Inside I’m dying
              To see you crying
              How can I make you understand
              I care about you
              So much about you, baby
              I’m trying to say this as gently as I can

              ‘Cause I don’t have the heart to hurt you
              It’s the last I want to do
              But I don’t have the heart to love you
              Not the way you want me to

              You’re so trusting and open
              Hoping that love will start
              But I don’t have the heart, oh, no
              I don’t have the heart

              I don’t have the heart to hurt you
              It’s the last I want to do
              But I don’t have the heart to love you
              Not the way you want me to

              I don’t have the heart (Ooh...)
              (Baby, I don’t have the heart, I don’t have the heart)
              I don’t have the heart (Ooh...)
              (Baby, I don’t have)

              I don’t have the heart

              Rhyme and REAson by Dave MAtthews Band

              Oh well oh well so here we stand
              But we stand for nothing
              My heart calls to me in my sleep
              How can I turn to it
              'Cause I'm all locked up in this
              Dark place
              And I do not know
              My head aches, walked in, tied up
              I need to kill this pain

              Chorus:
              My head won't leave my head alone
              And I don't believe it will
              Until I'm dead and gone
              My head won't leave my head alone
              And I don't believe it will
              Until I'm six feet underground

              How long I'm tied up
              My mind in knots
              My stomach reels
              In concern for what I might do or
              What I've done
              It's got me living in fear
              Well I know these voices must
              Be my soul
              I've had enough
              I've had enough of being alone
              I've got no place to go

              Chorus

              Six feet under
              In my grave
              Lying wired and shut and quiet in my grave
              Leave me here
              Leave it to me to waste here

              So young and here I am again
              Talking to myself
              A TV blares
              Oh man
              Oh how I wish I didn't smoke
              Or drink to reason with my head
              But sometimes this think confusion
              Grows until I cannot bear it all
              Needle to the vein
              Needle to the vein
              Take this needle from my vein my friend I said

              Chorus

              In my grave
              Lying
              Lying, cold in my grave
              The reason, my reason
              Take my head off this terror
              The fearing won't come back I can't see
              My mind's all wiped clean
              The needle
              Make my great escape
              I seem caught in time
              My head leaves me behind
              Body fall cold
              And I see heaven
              "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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              • #52
                Albert: but what would be the point? I mean, get some variety! You can't just post a thousand songs by the same artist - it'd get soooo dull...
                Plus I'd leave the thread - actually then the general ambience might improve, but still


                Garbage - When I Grow Up

                Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out
                Like a giant juggernaut
                Happy hours, golden showers
                On a cruise to freak you out

                We could fly a helicopter
                Nothing left to talk about
                Entertain you, celebrate you
                I'll be back to frame you

                When I grow up I'll be stable
                When I grow up I'll turn the tables

                Trying hard to fit among you
                Floating out to wonderland
                Unprotected, God I'm pregnant
                Damn the consequences

                When I grow up I'll be stable
                When I grow up I'll turn the tables

                Blood and blisters on my fingers
                Chaos rules when we're apart
                Watch my temper I go mental
                I'll try to be gentle

                When I grow up I'll be stable
                When I grow up I'll turn the tables
                When I grow up
                When I grow up
                When I grow up I'll turn the tables

                Don't take offence
                Can I make amends?
                Rip it up to shreds and let it go

                Don't take offence
                Can I make amends?
                Rip it up to shreds and let it go

                Rip it up to shreds and let it go
                Rip it up to shreds and let it go
                Rip it up in shreds and let it go

                How you like it best, you let me know
                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                • #53
                  i understand what your saying SMAC
                  but this thread isn't a place for arguments on whos music taste is better , and we don't want to put restrictions or censor anyones
                  favorite music, its got to be open . im sure you and others might
                  be tired of all my love songs...maybe think them old fashioned or
                  lame...as my son says

                  Albert you don't have to stop posting these lyrics...maybe just let us see some other lyrics you like also along with this one?

                  songs are musical poetry that let us see inside each others thoughts or feelings. its a way to comunicate without confrontation.

                  let the songs continue uh huh
                  Last edited by boann; February 28, 2002, 22:50.
                  "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                  • #54
                    boann:

                    band?

                    well anyway, ill switch it up...

                    Seen a Man Die Scarface (the third verse is something)

                    Verse 1:

                    He greets his father with his hands out
                    Rehabilitated slightly, glad to be the man's child
                    The world is different since he's seen it last
                    Out of jail in seven years and he's happy that he's free at last
                    All he had was his mother's worth
                    Now she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the beddah
                    But he's back so he's got one strike against him
                    And he's young plus he came up in the system
                    But he's smart and he's finally makin' eighteen
                    And this goes to get on top and try to stay clean
                    So he's calling up his homie who dun came up
                    Livin' like this now they dealin' with the same stuff
                    And had that attitude that who he was was worth it
                    and with that ****ed up attitude he killed his first mate
                    Now it's different and he's dead as dirt
                    And realized that the name ain't coming up but it still hurt
                    And cain't nobody change this
                    It's ninteen-ninety-foe and we up against the same ****
                    *chorus* I nevah understand why
                    I could nevah seen a man cry, til i seen that man die
                    Verse two:

                    Imagine life at it's full peak
                    Then imagine lying dead in the arms of your enemy
                    Imagine peace on this earth when there's no grief
                    Imagine grief on this earth when there's no peace
                    Cuz everybody's got a different way of endin' it
                    And when your number comes for service then they send it in
                    Now your time has arrived for the final touch
                    I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath
                    How much longeer will it be til it's all done?
                    Total darkness and ease be in all one
                    I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
                    You took his life, but your memory he'll never take
                    You'll be heade to another place
                    And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face
                    *chorus*

                    Verse 3:

                    I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong
                    But you kinda scared of dying so you hold on
                    And you keep on blacking out cuz the post is near
                    Stop trying to fight the reaper just relax and let it go
                    Because there's no way you can fight it but you'll still try
                    And you can try it til you fight it but you'll still die
                    Now your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears
                    The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here
                    You start your journey into outer space
                    You see yourself in the light but you're still feeling outta place
                    So you standing in the tunnel of eternal light,
                    And you see the ones you never learn to love in life
                    Make the choice let it go but u can back it up
                    If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up
                    But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free
                    There lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace

                    I still got to wondah why,
                    I never seen a man cry til I seen a man die


                    In My Time Scarface

                    (Verse 1)
                    It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining
                    Figured it was gon rain today, so i'm in
                    Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off
                    Look at my nightstand, and pick the paper back up
                    Nostradamus, I'm readin chapter, after chapter
                    Predictions of the end of world, and after
                    Life, wit no beginning, as the world stops spinning
                    ???as a journey that's never ending
                    I glance at my baby boy, I can see this in his eyes
                    The little nigga glad to be alive
                    And as the days go by, I thank god for watchin mines
                    Prayin that I remained in fire
                    The same man that I was, which starts from the other mind phrase
                    Was it the cash I think my time came
                    For me to venture off into different demensions
                    The beginning, the endind, of my time

                    (Chorus: 1x)
                    What we fail to realize
                    Is that we runnin outta time
                    Do we ever be born again
                    In my time of dying
                    It's like i'm runnin outta time
                    Will I ever be born again

                    (Verse 2)
                    In my time, I try to stay true steps on the game
                    And if you nigga's thinkin like me, do the same
                    Which is one minute ya smilin, the next ya start cryin
                    Cause we can't accept we born to die
                    And I, ease my edge, and be a nigga to the end
                    But it's more to life then me and my benz
                    When my mama told to speak to my friends
                    I kinda took that **** to heart
                    So don't **** up your life, 'fore it starts
                    Some nigga's wanna be like Mike
                    I'd rather be like Christ(like christ)
                    So at the end, i'll see bright lights(bright lights)
                    I save a prayer for the fallen soldier's
                    Too many nigga's died young, for tryna to hang
                    On the slaim's of our slums
                    And outcome, as mommy neals, sittin on the front row
                    Hopin god will accept your soul
                    The new millienium, and as I sit watch the distance
                    Ships walk the horizon, I'll stare into space while i'm drivin
                    And pray for me, all the ends of my sins
                    The beginning, the end, of my time, till i'm born again

                    (Chorus: 1x)

                    (Verse 3)
                    In my time, I've seen life born, and I been blessed
                    Enough to see life lossed, it's just the price life cost
                    And shortly, explain my born, I know i'm born to do it wrong
                    So when i'm gone, life goes on
                    Tell my mother, when she on the front row, hold her head up
                    Shed no tears, and dred those years
                    Smile, and even though my whole life's been a po'ball
                    You did your's, and it's not your fault
                    Tell my grandmother those words too
                    She knows i'm headed to a better place
                    That'll put a smile on my wife's face
                    God's graced the evil spirit that surronded me
                    And pass me, and anytime it could'a had me
                    But when it all went wrong, sung the same ol' song
                    Now it's peace after the storm blew on
                    And???, it's the better life, security for your's and mines
                    What the evil lies, and not so guide
                    In my time, it's been times, I would've stopped and called the quits
                    But I might as well sit until it's over wit
                    Eath to earth, and ashes to ashes, dust to dust
                    It's the lord I trust
                    The territory where I come from, so I guess it'll be when I return
                    No sorrow, it was just my turn
                    And in those, last trumphet sounds, put me down in the ground
                    But i'll proably be at home by now
                    And it's help will change(these helps will be changed)
                    Blinking of a eye, but I don't think I'll get to see that
                    In my time, till i'm born again

                    (Scarface talking)
                    It's changed, when we born
                    And how we born from woman
                    We born, from the spirit, of life
                    And all our flesh remains
                    And not, by the flesh of man
                    And not by the flesh of man
                    Do not believe that

                    thanks
                    "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
                    "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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                    • #55
                      Most Musicians have bands

                      Steve Miller Band

                      Toadies
                      HEEL
                      Long neck, short leash
                      Sweet lips are black, black, black
                      You walk, I lead
                      Little tricks, stagger and fall
                      Heel


                      You're crying, well listen
                      This time you really were bad, bad, bad
                      I will show you some discipline
                      Yes, you will learn some respect, respect, respect
                      Heel


                      God I love you
                      You're so pretty
                      Love you, love you
                      Pretty, pretty
                      Heel
                      -------------------------------------------------------------
                      Toadies
                      I Come From The Water

                      I come from the water
                      I crawled upon the shore
                      I left my brothers there
                      I got what I came for

                      I sucked that hot air in
                      And rolled upon the sand
                      Emerged beneath the sun
                      To be a man.

                      I come from the water
                      I come from the water
                      That weren't no easy thing
                      It's more than nature
                      It's like my destiny

                      I stood upon these legs

                      And held my head up high
                      Emerged beneath the sun
                      To start a new life

                      I Come From the water

                      Life in the desert
                      Just to be together
                      The sand forever
                      The same forever
                      It moves beneath me
                      It pulls my body
                      My pulse beats hotter
                      So far from the water

                      I love to see the sun
                      In spite of all it's done
                      I pray for shade and rain
                      I pray to live again
                      I come from the water
                      -------------------------------------------------------
                      Stabbing Westward
                      Haunting Me

                      Everywhere I go I see your face
                      And every sound I hear is the sound of your voice

                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why can't I let you go?
                      Go....
                      Go....

                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?

                      Everything about me is a lie
                      At least it feels that way
                      When I look in your eyes now
                      The truth scares the **** out of me
                      Whoever said love is real and love is blood
                      Has never felt the way that I feel

                      What does it matter?
                      What's done is done and I should
                      Get on with my life

                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?

                      I don't know what it means
                      But I can't seem to make myself forget
                      Was it something that you said?
                      Or is it all the guilt inside my head?

                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?
                      Why are you haunting me?

                      Why are you haunting me?

                      Why are you haunting me?
                      I never know their names, But i smile just the same
                      New faces...Strange places,
                      Most everything i see, Becomes a blur to me
                      -Grandaddy, "The Final Push to the Sum"

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                      • #56
                        most song-writers have talent as lyricists... what's your point?


                        thanks
                        "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
                        "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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                        • #57
                          Drops of Jupiter
                          train


                          Now that she's back in the atmosphere
                          With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
                          She acts like summer and walks like rain
                          Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
                          Since the return from her stay on the moon
                          She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

                          Tell me did you sail across the sun
                          Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
                          And that heaven is overrated

                          Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
                          One without a permanent scar
                          And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

                          Now that she's back from that soul vacation
                          Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
                          She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
                          Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey

                          Now that she's back in the atmosphere
                          I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
                          Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

                          Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
                          Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
                          And head back to the Milky Way
                          And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
                          Was it everything you wanted to find
                          And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

                          Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
                          Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
                          Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
                          The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

                          Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
                          Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
                          And head back toward the Milky Way

                          Repeat 1st Chorus
                          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                          • #58
                            LEE ANN WOMACK, I Hope You Dance

                            I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
                            You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
                            May you never take one single breath for granted,
                            GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
                            I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
                            Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
                            Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
                            And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

                            I hope you dance....I hope you dance.

                            I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
                            Never settle for the path of least resistance
                            Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
                            Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
                            Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
                            When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
                            Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
                            And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

                            I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
                            I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
                            (Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
                            Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

                            I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
                            Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
                            Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
                            And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

                            Dance....I hope you dance.
                            I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
                            I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
                            (Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
                            Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone
                            "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                            • #59
                              Therapy? - Tightrope Walker

                              I'm trying to walk up the stairs
                              My hands are snatching at the slivers of light
                              I'm sticking to the steps
                              Each one a release from the place below
                              I'm on a mission
                              On the hunt for clean, clear vapour skies
                              Because I'm choking on my own
                              I need some air

                              The dark skies behind me
                              Begging you to scrape off your disco paint
                              It's open to the night
                              And I'm sick as a hospital and empty factories
                              You look so tiny
                              So very unimportant
                              I'm nearly there
                              And everything feels fine

                              Don't want to look behind me
                              Don't want to look beneath me
                              Every movement, every vibration
                              Every movement, every vibration

                              High above Piss City
                              Watch the pigs-ear people, all dead in their droves
                              Some shuffle in silence
                              Some gorge sucking on silicone
                              I've got the urge to jump
                              Watch my life whizz by, fast forward flash
                              But hold on, boy
                              I feel alive

                              Don't want to look behind me
                              Don't want to look beneath me
                              Every movement, every vibration
                              Every movement, every vibration

                              Don't want to look behind me
                              Don't want to look beneath me
                              Every movement, every vibration
                              Every movement, every vibration

                              Don't want to look behind me
                              Don't want to look beneath me
                              Every movement, every vibration
                              Every movement, every vibration

                              Therapy? - Heaven's Gate

                              Oh ****, here comes morning
                              Another ugly bang that I dreaded coming
                              Go back to sleep, let the curtains protect me
                              Keep them closed so the light won't get me

                              Stuck inside afraid of big spaces
                              Too much noise and too many faces
                              All the mail left unanswered
                              Kicking down my door like a final reminder

                              I've been waiting on it coming, waiting so long
                              I want to be there when it all goes off
                              And everything I need is in the verification of your genius

                              OK, but I'm not ready
                              I'll get up and go because I feel so guilty
                              Is anybody there? the door's still ringing
                              It's not for me, just another religion

                              Someone, selling something
                              I'd let you in but the house is so empty
                              Feed me, any salvation
                              I'm paying through the nose for my inspiration

                              I've been waiting on it coming, waiting so long
                              I want to be there when it all goes off
                              And everything I need is in the verification of your genius

                              Wish I could sleep forever
                              It's all catching up and I surrender
                              Clock keeps chipping at my existence
                              Final reminder, always there in the distance

                              I've been waiting on it coming, waiting so long
                              I want to be there when it all goes off
                              And everything I need is in the verification of your genius

                              Therapy? - Don't Expect Roses

                              Well, this is taking everything
                              Everything that I can stand
                              And you look like the enemy
                              With the answers hidden in your hands

                              And you can tell yourself everything is fine
                              But don't be fooled by the sunshine

                              And don't expect roses
                              Don't expect roses

                              I'm thinking
                              Watching London sink in the Thames
                              I'm using all my energy
                              Wasted, used, recycled and drained

                              Maybe I'll find you sympathy
                              Somewhere near the end of the century

                              But don't expect roses
                              Don't expect roses

                              The hooligans are loose, the hooligans are loose
                              The hooligans are loose, the hooligans are loose
                              You should pay some attention to me
                              I won't stop throwing until everything's broken

                              So don't expect roses
                              Don't expect roses

                              Don't expect roses
                              Don't expect roses
                              Don't expect roses (roses)
                              Don't expect roses (roses)

                              So don't expect roses

                              Roses
                              Don't expect roses
                              Roses
                              Don't expect roses

                              Don't expect roses (roses)
                              Don't expect roses (roses)
                              Don't expect roses (roses)
                              Don't expect roses (roses)

                              Don't expect roses (roses)
                              If you're looking for trouble, you can find me on the Internet, mother****er

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                              • #60
                                Lyrics of Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Paul McCartney and Wings


                                Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
                                Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Make Ireland Irish Today

                                Great Britian You Are Tremendous
                                And Nobody Knows Like Me
                                But Really What Are You Doin'
                                In The Land Across The Sea

                                Tell Me How Would You Like It
                                If On Your Way To Work
                                You Were Stopped By Irish Soliders
                                Would You Lie Down Do Nothing
                                Would You Give It To ???

                                Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
                                Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Make Ireland Irish Today

                                Great Britian And All The People
                                Say That All People Must Be Free
                                Meanwhile Back In Ireland
                                There's A Man Who Looks Like Me

                                And He Dreams Of God And Country
                                And He's Feeling Really Bad
                                And He's Sitting In A Prison
                                Should He Lie Down Do Nothing
                                Should Give In Or Go Mad

                                Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
                                Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Make Ireland Irish Today

                                Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
                                Give Ireland Back To The Irish
                                Make Ireland Irish Today
                                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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