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  • #61
    Same song, first in its natural language, then in English. One of the most beautiful things I've ever heard.

    Con te partirò
    Andrea Bocelli

    Quando sono solo
    sogno all'orizzonte
    e mancan le parole,
    sì lo so che non c'è luce
    in una stanza quando manca il sole,
    se non ci sei tu con me.
    Su le finestre
    mostra a tutti il mio cuore
    che hai acceso,
    chiudi dentro me
    la luce che
    hai incontrato per strada.

    Con te partirò,
    paesi che non ho mai
    veduto e vissuto con te,
    adesso sì li vivrò.
    Con te partirò
    su navi per mari
    che, io lo so,
    no, no, non esistono più,
    con te io li vivrò.

    Quando sei lontana
    sogno all'orizzonte
    e mancan le parole,e io sì lo so
    che sei con me,
    tu mia luna tu sei qui con me,
    mio sole tu sei con me.

    Con te partirò,
    paesi che non ho mai
    veduto e vissuto con te,
    adesso sì li vivrò.
    Con te partirò
    su navi per mari
    che, io lo so,
    no, no, non esistono più,
    con te io li rivivrò.
    Con te partirò
    su navi per mari
    che, io lo so,
    no, no, non esistono più,
    con te io li rivivrò.
    Con te partirò,
    io con te...

    I'll Go With You
    Andrea Bocelli

    When I'm alone
    I dream on the horizon
    and words fail;
    yes, I know there is no light
    in a room where the sun is absent,
    if you are not with me.
    At the windows
    show everyone my heart
    which you set alight;
    enclose within me
    the light you
    encountered on the street.

    I'll go with you,
    to countries I never
    saw and shared with you,
    now, yes, I shall experience them.
    I'll go with you
    on ships across seas
    which, I know,
    no, no, exist no longer;
    with you I shall experience them.

    When you are far away
    I dream on the horizon
    and words fail,
    and, yes, I know
    that you are with me;
    you, my moon, are here with me,
    my sun, you are here with me.

    I'll go with you,
    to countries I never
    saw and shared with you,
    now, yes, I shall experience them.
    I'll go with you
    on ships across seas
    which, I know,
    no, no, exist no longer;
    with you I shall experience them again.
    I'll go with you
    on ships across seas
    which, I know,
    no, no, exist no longer;
    with you I shall experience them again.
    I'll go with you,
    I with you...
    Last edited by reismark; March 2, 2002, 13:14.
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    • #62
      Wasn't trying to censor anyone, it just got slightly dull having 2Pac after 2Pac after 2Pac...

      Anyway.

      Capercaillie - Waiting for the Wheel to Turn

      Living in a place with time
      Living in a place where reality is
      Standing on a big broad line
      Watching it all go by
      Ah, but you're taking it all away
      the music, the tongue and the old refrains
      You're coming here to play
      and you're pulling the roots from a dying age

      Remember the Buachaille Mor
      reaching for the skies from the barren shores
      Watching over the village of burns
      and counting the days since the gael kept home
      but the stranger claims it now
      sitting like a king with his gold from the south
      don't you see the waves of wealth
      washing away the soul from the land

      Here come the Clearances my friend
      silently our history is coming to life again
      We feel the breeze from the shore to come
      and up and down the coast
      we're waiting for the wheel to turn

      Free were the fields of fern
      Free was the fishing in the coves of care
      empty are the homes of old
      empty for the sake of summer's cause
      Yes, you're taking it all away
      the music, the tongue and the old refrains
      you're coming here to play
      and you're pulling the roots from a dying age

      Here come the Clearances my friend
      silently our history is coming to life again
      We feel the breeze from the shore to come
      and up and down the coast
      we're waiting for the wheel to turn
      "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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      • #63
        Enya - Orinoco Flow

        Let me sail, let me sail, let the orinoco flow
        Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli
        Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore
        Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea

        From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon
        From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony
        From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon
        From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea

        From the North to the South, Ebudae into Khartoum
        From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon
        Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been
        Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen

        We can sail, we can sail...
        We can steer, we can near with Rob Dickens at the wheel
        We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies
        We can sail, we can sail...
        "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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        • #64
          Music by Henry Mancini
          with lyrics by Al Stillman ,1963



          ( I Love You )
          Don't You Forget It

          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          I love you an' don't you forget it, baby!

          Love me too an' you won't regret it,
          Love me too an' you won't regret it,
          Love me too an' you won't regret it, baby!

          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          I love you an' don't you forget it, baby!

          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          That makes seven times that I've said it,
          I don't see how you can forget it now!

          I love you in the springtime,
          I love you in the fall,
          I love you at a party,
          We always have a ball!

          And when you're in my arms dear,
          I love you most of all . . .
          In the morning an' in the evening,
          An' when it's cloudy or clear,
          I'm in love with you, so in love with you,
          Every day of the year!

          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          I love you an' nun't you forget it, baby!

          Love me too an' you won't regret it,
          Love me too an' you won't regret it,
          Love me too an' you won't regret it, baby!

          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          I love you an' don't you forget it, baby!

          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          That makes twenty times that I've said it,
          I don't see how you can forget it now!

          [ pause ]

          I love you an' don't you forget it,
          There, that's one more time that I've said it,
          I don't see how you can forget it now!
          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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          • #65
            Fly Me to the Moon
            Words and Music by Bart Howard


            Fly Me to the Moon,
            And let me play among the stars.
            Let me see what spring is like,
            On Jupiter and Mars.
            In other words, hold my hand,
            In other words, darling kiss me.

            Fill my heart with song,
            And let me sing forever more,
            You are all I long for,
            All I worship and adore,
            In other words, please be true,
            In other words, I love you.
            "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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            • #66
              Bernadette
              The Four Tops
              Written by Holland- Dozier- Holland


              Bernadette, people are searchin' for
              the kind of love that we possess.
              Some go on searchin' their whole life through
              and never find the love I've found in you.

              And when I speak of you I see envy in other men's eyes,
              and I'm well aware of what's on their minds.
              They pretend to be my friend, when all the time
              they long to persuade you from my side.
              They'd give the world and all they own
              for just one moment we have known.

              Bernadette, they want you because of the pride that gives,
              But Bernadette, I want you because I need you to live.
              But while I live only to hold you,
              Some other men, they long to control you.
              But how can they control you Bernadette,
              when they can not control themselves, Bernadette,
              from wanting you, needing you,
              But darling you belong to me.

              I'll tell the world you belong to me,
              I'll tell the world, you're the soul of me,
              I'll tell the world you're a part of me.

              In your arms I find the kind of peace of mind
              the world is searching for,
              But you, you give me the joy this heart of mine
              has always been longing for.

              In you I have what other men long for.
              All men need someone to worship and adore,
              that's why I treasure you and place you high above,
              for the only joy in life is to be loved.
              So whatever you do, Bernadette, keep on loving me,
              Bernadette, keep on needing me,
              Bernadette.
              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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              • #67
                Pearl Jam - Glorified G

                Got a gun, fact I got two
                That's O.K. man, cause I love god
                Glorified version of a pellet gun
                Feels so manly, when armed
                Glorified version of a pellet gun (4x)

                Double think, dumb is strength
                Never shot at a living thing
                Glorified version of a pellet gun
                Feels so manly, when armed
                Glorified version of a pellet gun (3x)
                Glorified version of a...

                Always keep it loaded (3x)

                Kindred to be an American...

                Life comes...I can feel your heart...
                Ooh...life comes...I can feel your heart through your neck...
                Life comes...I can feel your heart through your neck...
                Like some...I can steal your heart form your neck...

                Glorified...glorified...

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                • #68
                  Rammstein - Seemann

                  Komm in mein Boot
                  ein Sturm kommt auf
                  und es wird Nacht

                  Wo willst du hin
                  so ganz allein
                  treibst du davon

                  Wer hält deine Hand
                  wenn es dich
                  nach unten zieht

                  Wo willst du hin
                  so uferlos
                  die kalte See

                  Komm in mein Boot
                  der Herbstwind hält
                  die Segel straff

                  Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne
                  mit Tränen im Gesicht
                  das Tageslicht fällt auf die Seite
                  der Herbstwind fegt die Strasse leer

                  Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne
                  mit Tränen im Gesicht
                  das Abendlicht verjagt die Schatten
                  die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst

                  Komm in mein Boot
                  die Sehnsucht wird
                  der Steuermann

                  Komm in mein Boot
                  der beste Seemann
                  war doch ich

                  Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne
                  hast Tränen im Gesicht
                  das Feuer nimmst du von der Kerze
                  die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst

                  Sie sprachen nur von deiner Mutter
                  so gnadenlos ist nur die Nacht
                  am Ende bleib ich doch alleine
                  die Zeit steht still
                  und mir ist kalt

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                  • #69
                    Maybelline - Chuck Berry


                    Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    You've started back doing the things you used to do

                    As I was motivatin' over the hill
                    I saw Maybelline in a coup de ville
                    A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road
                    Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
                    The cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five
                    She's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side

                    Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    You've started back doing the things you used to do

                    Pink in the mirror on top of the hill
                    It's just like swallowin' up a medicine pill
                    First thing I saw that Cadillac grille
                    Doin' a hundred and ten gallopin' over that hill
                    Offhill curve, a downhill stretch
                    Me and that Cadillac neck by neck

                    Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    You've started back doing the things you used to do

                    The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford
                    The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more
                    It then got cloudy and it started to rain
                    I tooted my horn for a passin' lead
                    The rain water blowin' all under my hood
                    I knew that was doin' my motor good

                    Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    You've started back doing the things you used to do

                    The motor cooled down, the heat went down
                    And that's when I heard that highway sound
                    The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead
                    A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead
                    The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
                    And I caught Maybelline at the top of the hill

                    Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true?
                    You've started back doing the things you used to do

                    Ridiculous Thoughts - The Cranberries
                    (Possibly the best film clip of all time, IMMHO, for my own evil reasons )

                    Twister. Does anyone see through you
                    You're a twister an animal
                    But you're happy now
                    I didn't go along with you
                    So happy now

                    But you're going to have to hold on
                    Hold on
                    Or we're going to have to move on
                    Move on

                    I feel alright
                    And I cried so hard
                    The ridiculous thoughts
                    I feel alright

                    Twister. I shouldn't have trusted you
                    Twister. It's not going to happen no
                    You re not going to make fun of me
                    Happen no

                    But you re going to have to hold on
                    You re going to have to hold on
                    Hold on
                    Or we're going to have to move on
                    Move on

                    I feel alright
                    And I cried so hard
                    The ridiculous thoughts
                    I feel alright

                    I should have lied
                    And I cried so hard
                    The ridiculous thoughts
                    I should ha' lied

                    But you re gonna have to hold on
                    Hold on
                    but you're gonna have to hold on to me

                    Political Science- Randy Newman

                    No one likes us-I don't know why
                    We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
                    But all around, even our old friends put us down
                    Let's drop the big one and see what happens

                    We give them money-but are they grateful?
                    No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
                    They don't respect us-so let's surprise them
                    We'll drop the big one and pulverize them

                    Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
                    Africa is far too hot
                    And Canada's too cold
                    And South America stole our name
                    Let's drop the big one
                    There'll be no one left to blame us

                    We'll save Australia
                    Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
                    We'll build an All American amusement park there
                    They got surfin', too

                    Boom goes London and boom Paree
                    More room for you and more room for me
                    And every city the whole world round
                    Will just be another American town
                    Oh, how peaceful it will be
                    We'll set everybody free
                    You'll wear a Japanese kimono
                    And there'll be Italian shoes for me

                    They all hate us anyhow
                    So let's drop the big one now
                    Let's drop the big one now

                    The Milkman Of Human Kindness- Billy Bragg

                    If you're lonely, I will call
                    If you're poorly, I will send poetry

                    I love you
                    I am the milkman of human kindness
                    I will leave an extra pint

                    If you're sleeping, I will wait
                    If your bed is wet, I will dry your tears

                    I love you
                    I am the milkman of human kindness
                    I will leave an extra pint

                    Hold my hand for me I'm waking up
                    Hold my hand for me I'm waking up
                    Hold my hand for me I'm making up
                    Won't you hold my hand - I'm making up

                    If you are falling, I'll put out my hands
                    If you feel bitter, I will understand

                    I love you
                    I am the milkman of human kindness
                    I will leave an extra pint

                    The Band Played Waltzing Matilda - Eric Bogle

                    When I was a young man I carried my pack
                    And I lived the free life of a rover
                    From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
                    I waltzed my Matilda all over
                    Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
                    It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
                    So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
                    And they sent me away to the war
                    And the band played Waltzing Matilda
                    As we sailed away from the quay
                    And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
                    We sailed off to Gallipoli

                    How well I remember that terrible day
                    How the blood stained the sand and the water
                    And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
                    We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
                    Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
                    He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
                    And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
                    Nearly blew us right back to Australia
                    But the band played Waltzing Matilda
                    As we stopped to bury our slain
                    We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
                    Then we started all over again

                    Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
                    In a mad world of blood, death and fire
                    And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
                    But around me the corpses piled higher
                    Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over ***
                    And when I woke up in my hospital bed
                    And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
                    Never knew there were worse things than dying
                    For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
                    All around the green bush far and near
                    For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
                    No more waltzing Matilda for me

                    So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
                    And they shipped us back home to Australia
                    The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
                    Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
                    And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
                    I looked at the place where my legs used to be
                    And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
                    To grieve and to mourn and to pity
                    And the band played Waltzing Matilda
                    As they carried us down the gangway
                    But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
                    Then turned all their faces away

                    And now every April I sit on my porch
                    And I watch the parade pass before me
                    And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
                    Reliving old dreams of past glory
                    And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
                    The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
                    And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
                    And I ask myself the same question
                    And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
                    And the old men answer to the call
                    But year after year their numbers get fewer
                    Some day no one will march there at all

                    Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
                    Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
                    And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
                    Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
                    Whether you like it or not, history is on our side.
                    We will bury you.

                    - N.S. Khrushchev

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                    • #70


                      Rock and Roll Waltz

                      -Artist: Kay Starr
                      -the # 16 song of the 1955-1959 rock era
                      -was # 1 for 6 weeks in 1956
                      -Words by Roy Alfred and Music by Shorty Allen


                      One night I was late, came home from a date
                      Slipped out of my shoes at the door
                      Then from the front room, I heard a jump tune
                      I looked in and here's what I saw

                      There in the night what a wonderful scene
                      Mom was dancing with Dad to my record machine
                      And while they danced, only one thing was wrong
                      They were trying to waltz to a rock and roll song!

                      a-one, two, and then rock
                      a-one, two, and then roll
                      They did the rock and roll waltz
                      a-rock, two, three, a-roll, two, three
                      It looked so cute to me
                      I love the rock and roll waltz

                      a-one, two, and then rock
                      a-one, two, and then roll
                      a-one, two, and then jump
                      It's good for your soul
                      It's old but it's new
                      Let's do the rock and roll waltz

                      There in the night what a wonderful scene
                      Mom was dancing with Dad to my record machine
                      And while they danced, only one thing was wrong
                      They were trying to waltz to a rock and roll song!

                      a-one, two, and then rock
                      a-one, two, and then roll
                      a-one, two, and then jump
                      It's good for your soul
                      It's old but it's new
                      Let's do the rock and roll waltz
                      Let's do the rock and roll waltz
                      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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                      • #71
                        Yay! Bought 'Under Rug Swept' today!

                        This song is pooting fantastic.


                        Alanis Morissette - Surrender

                        you were full and fully capable
                        you were self sufficient and needless
                        your house was fully decorated in that sense

                        you were taken with me to a point
                        a case of careful what you wish for
                        but what you knew was enough to begin

                        and so you called and courted fiercely
                        so you reached out, entirely fearless
                        and yet you knew of reservation and how it serves

                        and I salute you for your courage
                        and I applaud your perseverance
                        and I embrace you for your faith in the face of adversarial forces
                        that I represent

                        so you were in but not entirely
                        you were up for this but not totally
                        you knew how arms length-ing can maintain doubt

                        and so you fell and you're intact
                        so you dove in and you're still breathing
                        so you jumped and you're still flying if not shocked

                        and I support you in your trusting
                        and I commend you for your wisdom
                        and I'm amazed by your surrender in the face of threatening forces
                        that I represent

                        you found creative ways to distance
                        you hid away from much through humor
                        your choice of armor was your intellect

                        and so you felt and you're still here
                        and so you died and you're still standing
                        and so you softened and you're still safely in command

                        self protection was in times of true danger
                        your best defense to mistrust and be wary
                        surrendering a feat of unequalled measure
                        and I'm thrilled to let you in
                        overjoyed to be let in in kind
                        "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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                        • #72
                          Father Bizzy Bone

                          (Chorus)
                          How many friends will we see die? (Why we so scared cause it's war everywhere)
                          How many friends will we see cry? (It's war everywhere)
                          How many friends will we see try? (Why we so scared cause it's war everywhere)
                          How many friends will we see die? (It's war everywhere)

                          All we need is a little love, and someone standing for the little cubs
                          And I see brutality all over niggas killin' niggas
                          The ghetto got them being born to be killas
                          Flooded with drugs and tryin to get us, so get up
                          But don't give up, ya'll gotta sit up
                          If you last before they kill us
                          And the guerillas, try come kill us
                          Pillage the village and we'll be winna
                          I love it when niggas the way we took it to another level
                          So many rebels doing the best **** forever remembered
                          And in the killing fields, everybody's locked up
                          And good niggas getting shot up da dadan dada
                          Mind if I say something for mine
                          Cause it's about time, to get serious
                          A mysterious time, blind melons
                          It ain't no telling, if the willing
                          Will stop chillin', then help the children
                          Turning them out, then burning them out
                          Like morphine, waters getting shallow
                          It's over and over the gallow
                          A president in the drop, it's on now though
                          The end of life, for now so
                          I think it's the ozone, bad to the bone bone
                          Mother Nature be long gone
                          And don't nobody wanna do nothing but speculate
                          And all they worried about their own
                          Wrote a song for the future
                          Millenium, I'm in, I'm hopeing it don't last untill we all past
                          Living in the stars, looking through grass
                          Aboard the enterprise, recognize this, in the course of a da-da-da-da-da-da-day
                          And thats the way we sing, thats the way we play
                          that's the way they . . now and

                          [Chorus 2X]

                          Still got bombs from the cold war, radioactive
                          And the critics, they wont take action
                          They want us to repo this to your satisfaction
                          But while they build more, computers keep crashing
                          What about felling, pestilence dammit
                          How do we manage to keep standing
                          Living in a legacy of bitterness
                          With the epitimy of vigorous trips on the ships we were crammed in, slammed in
                          Other man and them, why don't we demanding our damn money
                          If we can't get forty acres and a mule, let a nigga get a range rover
                          **** you got time you, I'm still waiting on a canoe, but it will never come
                          I don't even know where I come from or where I'm gonna go to
                          I'm headed to the mother land, but will I be accepted by the brotha man?
                          Awww me so confused, with nothing to gain and everything to lose, choose
                          The righteous and the high, look in the eyes and realize the lies
                          Family ties, but not even for the have-nots
                          Who the enemy? It ain't me. It ain't even the police
                          Unless they trippin', and use that authority and start flippin', flippin'
                          Leaving dead bodies, and with them *****in' hotties
                          That poppin' the collar, my god I'm horny, ride shotty
                          And tellin' the kids that ain't the way to live properly
                          Get yo monopoly and get your own property
                          And that's the way we sing, and that's the way we play
                          and that's the way they . . . now and

                          [Chorus 2X]

                          Ooooh and the daddies and momma forgivin' so we can live with us
                          And all the runaways get off the bus
                          Kids, put the guns down, come down
                          If the rest build a bridge with us, it gotta get better than this
                          It's head of the risk, shoulda been poor, and I been rich
                          Lost so many friends to the war ****, caution
                          When I get to walkin', and it's mobbin', nigga in a crypt
                          Life is a fight to the street life, tonight
                          I might go meet the reaper, and I will give him a hug
                          And tell him "Thug luv won and I'm so glad to meet ya"
                          And that's the way we sing, and that's the way we play
                          and that's the way they . . . now and

                          [Chorus to fade]


                          Time Passing Us By Bizzy Bone

                          As time keep passin' us by in my community
                          Wathcin' the children die
                          ***** made police, and the brutality
                          Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
                          And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed

                          (Bizzy)
                          Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become
                          Daddy don't love me, only come around the first of the month
                          Me and mommy still in the slump
                          Why don't he love us?
                          I can't even blame him
                          Cause ever since I came
                          We been stuck in the same ghetto
                          Now i'm carryin' heavy metal when times is tough
                          I don't know about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough
                          Abandand buildings police searchin' all the children
                          Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where i'm livin'
                          Kneeling to God cause Satan never gave us a chance
                          Evil never had no rythm, man, the Devils can't dance
                          Got three pairs of pants
                          But I keep em all creased
                          Whether chicken or ham, we gon' use the same grease
                          Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle
                          Yeah, scufflin' money just try to stay out of trouble
                          Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama!
                          And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!

                          (Chorus - repeat 2X)
                          As time keep passin' us by in my community
                          Wathcin' the children die
                          *****made police, and the brutality
                          Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
                          And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed

                          (Bizzy)
                          Why is the broad on my back like that?
                          Don't ask me, i'm for passion, i'm smashin' on niggas, come blast me!
                          All my people tellin' me I should sing more
                          Yes!
                          Roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club
                          Free Flesh!
                          Creepin' on a come up, i'm from Cleveland, and Columbus, Ohio
                          Don't hate myself for science, and the ??
                          Yet all these niggas gangbang
                          Somebody should tell em the truth
                          I'll sell em somethin' that'll get they heart to pumpin',
                          and help the youth!
                          Hangin' in the graveyard, everybody's playin' hard
                          Satan's on a mission to get us
                          I hope that nobody with us, and given us slave ways
                          Ruthless got us on fifty dollars a day
                          One hundred and ninety thousand I guess platinum don't pay
                          Can I please get some mo' money?
                          Somebody could buy my way cause **** the rent's due
                          Glad I got ghetto credit
                          Don't let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you

                          (Chorus - repeat 2X)
                          As time keep passin' us by in my community
                          Wathcin' the children die
                          ***** made police, and the brutality
                          Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
                          And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed

                          (Bizzy)
                          Babies born with AIDS
                          and we pray for them boys they hoarding the vaccine
                          Black helicopter rain on em, I'm gainin' on em
                          Maintain the main thang on em, shame on em
                          But another victim died of vain for em, slain
                          Two hundred and fifty crashed in the plane
                          And the only thing that survived was the black box
                          They frame the black cops
                          Slang crack rock
                          Wannabe Hot Boyz, so he gon' make the block hot, block hot
                          They wanna see me sasquash
                          Pull out my glock, cocked, and pop pop!
                          Go to jail don't nobody send you mail
                          Hell, i'm ridin' til these wheels fall off
                          Or they can take it to the chop shop
                          Shut up, i'm shinnin' on you bustas!
                          What!?
                          Ready to hustle get your struggle on, no!
                          When you wanna double up, you keep ****in' up!
                          Your mind's gone, time's gone, everybody's runnin' amuck
                          They say that lesbians is sick
                          But they just do wanna ****

                          (Chorus)x4
                          As time keep passin' us by in my community
                          Wathcin' the children die
                          ***** made police, and the brutality
                          Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
                          And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed


                          Before I Go Bizzy Bone

                          [Verse 1]
                          You have been sentenced to 567
                          I ain't even do **** what the **** WHAT!! this is bull****
                          Before I go (whoooo)

                          Momma momma I know I'm selling this marijuana god
                          I do what I wanna but god they won't give me a job
                          I scream and I holler and even tried to stop the cops
                          Block my get away I know I'm selling chop chop
                          God when they send me away on the ten pop
                          Waiting for, drama cause I'm skinny
                          The streets may be hideous but the heat was pretty
                          Candy made me die tittie why when we ride
                          On to the nitty gritty slide on the system of lies
                          With me and my pride I don't think I'm gonna make it alive (what)
                          Cause if I do
                          I'm a be institute
                          Sugar lies thugged out ever since PAC died
                          I know what thugstas all about make a sacrifice for Christ
                          These mother****ers never could kill me twice (kill me twice)
                          Crack pipes on the playground playground playground playground playground

                          [Chorus]
                          Before I go to jail yall
                          Hell nah don't let em put me in a cell lord
                          Prays god now (Repeat 3X)
                          Before i go to jail go to jail go to jail

                          [Verse 2]
                          As I sit in this jail cell hell
                          Reading the mail mom sent to me
                          I can tell she getting weary
                          Where my daddy at, I don't give a (****)
                          Nigga don't call me when his money stack ducking to kill us everyday
                          Where the love at Bone Thug brand new
                          I always been with god, but is god with you
                          I keep hearing these voices
                          Having a hell of my choices
                          And telling us the poisons on my soul and hennessy was the ointment
                          Seeeeee, Saten still the enemy
                          Never been a friend of me
                          Especially in the fast lane
                          I can't pretend to be an angel when I'm only a servant
                          Content in service to the one and only undisputed with common courtesy
                          None of yall could've been worse then me, I've stoled things that I ain't proud of
                          I won't even mention the power
                          CD I was getting near it
                          If I die today I, I'd die a happy man god bless the family

                          [Chorus]
                          Before I go to jail yall
                          Hell nah don't let em put me in a cell lord
                          Prays god now (Repeat 3X)
                          Before I go to jail go to jail go to jail

                          [Verse 3]
                          Damn nobody sent me 20 dollars
                          And my baby's mama's fraid to kiss me
                          You don't miss me I don't blame her I made it to be
                          Family kept on dissin me
                          And got a letter I'm hoping to die quickly
                          Hoping to die swiftly
                          I'm going to take all these niggas with me
                          And keep on testing me in the water and wonder why I don't cry
                          Cause they stiff as me
                          520 years what the **** is 5 more
                          What am I here for cause I was blasting at the five O
                          Lil run and blow it up
                          My niggas grown up
                          Throwing up gang signs
                          And I was praying at the same time
                          I tell em slow it up
                          Hell no
                          And don't you wind up in this hell hold
                          If I can do it all again
                          When I becoming a man
                          Learning in prison
                          All these criminals yall don't know how the **** they living
                          But I ain't given up reading the bible everyday
                          And only god can say I can pray

                          [Chorus]
                          Before I go to jail yall
                          Hell nah don't let em put me in a cell lord
                          Prays god now (Repeat 3X)
                          Before I go to jail go to jail go to jail


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                          • #73
                            Two For Tuesday; Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young

                            WOODSTOCK

                            Well I came across a child of God
                            He was walking along the road
                            And I asked him tell where are you going
                            This he told me
                            Well I am going down to Yasgur's farm
                            Going to join in a rock and roll band
                            Goin' to get back to the land to set my soul free
                            We are stardust, we are golden
                            We are 2 billion year old carbon
                            And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
                            Well then can I walk beside you
                            I have come to lose the smog
                            And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning
                            And maybe it's the time of year
                            Yes and maybe it's the time of man
                            And I don't know who I am
                            But life is for learning
                            We are stardust, we are golden
                            We are 2 billion year old carbon
                            And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
                            By the time we got to Woodstock
                            We were half a million strong
                            And everywhere there was song and celebration
                            And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes
                            Riding shotgun in the sky
                            Turning into butterflies
                            Above our nation.
                            We are stardust, we are golden
                            We are 2 billion year old carbon
                            And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

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                            OUR HOUSE

                            I'll light the fire
                            You place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.
                            Staring at the fire for hours and hours
                            While I listen to you play your love songs all night long for me,
                            Only for me.

                            Come to me now
                            And rest your head for just five minutes
                            Everything is done
                            Such a cozy room
                            The windows are illuminated by the evening sunshine through them
                            Fiery gems for you.
                            Only for you.

                            Our house is a very very very fine house
                            With two cats in the yard
                            Life used to be so hard
                            Now everything is easy, 'cause of you
                            I'll light the fire
                            While you place the flowers in the vase that you bought 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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                            • #74
                              I demand credit where credit's due! Woodstock's by Joni Mitchell (although I do agree that her version is inferior to CSNY's....).

                              Still, just for that...

                              Joni Mitchell - For Free

                              I slept last night in a good hotel
                              I went shopping today for jewels
                              The wind rushed around in the dirty town
                              And the children let out from the schools
                              I was standing on a noisy corner
                              Waiting for the walking green
                              Across the street he stood
                              And he played real good
                              On his clarinet for free

                              Now me I play for fortunes
                              And those velvet curtain calls
                              I've got a black limousine
                              And two gentlemen
                              Escorting me to the halls
                              And I play if you have the money
                              Or if you're a friend to me
                              But the one man band
                              By the quick lunch stand
                              He was playing real good for free

                              Nobody stopped to hear him
                              Though he played so sweet and high
                              They knew he had never
                              Been on their T.V.
                              So they passed his music by
                              I meant to go over and ask for a song
                              Maybe put on a harmony
                              I heard his refrain
                              As the signal changed
                              He was playing real good for free
                              "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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                              • #75
                                I'll Be Your Baby Tonight


                                (Bob Dylan)

                                Close your eyes, close the door,
                                You don't have to worry any more.
                                I'll be your baby tonight.

                                Shut the light, shut the shade,
                                You don't have to be afraid.
                                I'll be your baby tonight.

                                Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away,
                                We're gonna forget it.
                                That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon,
                                But we're gonna let it,
                                You won't regret it.

                                Kick your shoes off, do not fear,
                                Bring that bottle over here.
                                I'll be your baby tonight.
                                "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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