Song lyrics

March 17, 2003

Since i off and on check out this folder I notice there is a split with people's music taste. I say we should post our favorite songs from any genre to try to open the eyes of people to other kinds of music. It might be easier with just the lyrics because people will be more open minded then with a beat to take away from the point of songs. I will start with two of my favorite rap songs:

2Pac: Changes

-1-

Come on come on

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself

is life worth living should I blast myself?

I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black

my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro

pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

one less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers

give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere

unless we share with each other

We gotta start makin' changes

learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers

and that's how it's supposed to be

How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

but things changed, and that's the way it is

Bridge w/ changing ad libs

Come on come on

That's just the way it is

Things'll never be the same

That's just the way it is

aww yeah

Repeat

-2-

I see no changes all I see is racist faces

misplaced hate makes disgrace to races

We under I wonder what it takes to make this

one better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right

'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight

and only time we chill is when we kill each other

it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh

It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change

try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game

Now tell me what's a mother to do

bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way

"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way

sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"

Well hey, well that's the way it is

Bridge

Talking:

We gotta make a change...

It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.

Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live

and let's change the way we treat each other.

You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do

what we gotta do, to survive.

-3-

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace

It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East

Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs

so the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do

But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you

Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,

crack you up and pimp slap you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own

they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone

But tell the cops they can't touch this

I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool

my mama didn't raise no fool

And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped

& I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs

some buck that I roughed up way back

comin' back after all these years

rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

Bridge 'til fade

Jay-Z: Imaginary Player(keep in mind, this written in 1997)

Yeah

I mean like

I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know

I was popping that Cristal

when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know

Wearing that platinum shit

when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit

I got to be the pioneer of this shit

Bottom line

I'm going to show you how to do it

Check it

Verse One:

I spit that other shit

That's the nice motherfucker shit

Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga

You beer money, I'm all year money

I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money

I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money

Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money

I got bail money, XXL money

You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money

I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit

That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit

I got blood money, straight up thug money

That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money

You got show dough, little to no dough

Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough

I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough

You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo

Chorus: (4x)

Imaginary Players

Verse Two:

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats

All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack

When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that

Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at?

Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?

Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?

Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me

Selling records, being you but still you want to be me

I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me

And still you running around thinking you got something on me

But I done did it

And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it

That's cool, I was the first one with it

Original, jiggas the future flow digital

Still busting a gat when she gets critical

Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused

I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose

Chorus

Verse Three:

Groupies I leave them all fucked

Niggas - all struck

Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks

Last year, when niggas thought it was all up

But this year I've done it again, jigga!

What the fuck

Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining

Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds

Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet

I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party

Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me

Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me

I flow like the 5 series, in various areas

And blow holes in your weak niggas theories

It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game

You bought a 4.0 you better get your change

Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame

Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane

Chorus

March 17, 2003

Sunday Morning Coming Down

written by Kris Kristofferson, sung by Johnny Cash

Well, I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,

So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playing with a can that he was kicking.

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.

And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost

Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs they were singing.

Then I headed down the street,

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,

And it echoed through the canyon

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

St. Matthew

By Michael Nesmith

She walks around on brass rings that never touch her feet.

She speaks in conversations that never are complete.

And looking over past things that she has never done

She calls herself St. Matthew, when she is on the run.

She stoops down to gather partly shattered men

And knows that when it's over it will start again.

Both the times she smiled it was a portrait of the sun.

She calls herself St. Matthew, when she is on the run.

Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.

But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.

She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.

Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.

Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes

A girl that's named St. Matthew, when she is on the run.

Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.

But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.

She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.

Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.

Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes

A girl that's named St. Matthew, when she is on the run.

March 17, 2003

Jay-Z: Imaginary Player(keep in mind, this written in 1997)

Yeah

I mean like

I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know

I was popping that Cristal

when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know

Wearing that platinum shit

when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit

I got to be the pioneer of this shit

Bottom line

I'm going to show you how to do it

Check it

Verse One:

I spit that other shit

That's the nice motherfucker shit

Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga

You beer money, I'm all year money

I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money

I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money

Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money

I got bail money, XXL money

You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money

I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit

That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit

I got blood money, straight up thug money

That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money

You got show dough, little to no dough

Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough

I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough

You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo

Chorus: (4x)

Imaginary Players

Verse Two:

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats

All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack

When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that

Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at?

Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?

Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?

Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me

Selling records, being you but still you want to be me

I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me

And still you running around thinking you got something on me

But I done did it

And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it

That's cool, I was the first one with it

Original, jiggas the future flow digital

Still busting a gat when she gets critical

Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused

I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose

Chorus

Verse Three:

Groupies I leave them all fucked

Niggas - all struck

Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks

Last year, when niggas thought it was all up

But this year I've done it again, jigga!

What the fuck

Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining

Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds

Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet

I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party

Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me

Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me

I flow like the 5 series, in various areas

And blow holes in your weak niggas theories

It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game

You bought a 4.0 you better get your change

Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame

Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane

Chorus

While I like 2pac's Changes, that is because he wrote poetry to open up America's eyes to the way life is in poorer neighborhoods, and how people do crime to survive. But that Jay-Z shit pisses me off, and that's exactly what I don't like about rap. Note, you're trying to convince us the lyrics are what bridges everything together but nowadays and it's been this way for close to a decade I think, rap is no longer about lyrics but about who produces a better beat. And it becomes ever so much more obvious when the beat gets stripped and all we're left with is this.

March 17, 2003

I guess you missed the point. The song is about how so many rappers talk about all this "bling bling" shit as it has become to call it and he is saying, most of you are broke. He is saying that these rappers need to stop acting like they own the world when they can't afford rent.

I thought it would help people if they see the truth about the rap game, but I thought wrong. Does this song show lyrics over beats?

Jay-Z: Blueprint2

Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that (Jay-Z won't hold my hand no more)

Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that

Jay-Z that, Jay-Z this (Jay-Z won't give me no money)

Get off Jay-Z dick

What y'all niggas get front page articles, y'all mention Jay-Z name

(This thing on?) Jay-Z, Jay-Z, in Jay-Z news

I understand what y'all trying to do

I brought the flutes this time, though

I unleashed the flutes on them, guru

Gimme some more music in the headphone

Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening

Let's do this thing (let's do it right this time)

C'mon

H, O V A

I got my mojo back baby, oh behave

Naw, naw, don't be afraid

Y'all and your articles, hard to spit at Jay

Y'all from afar threw thoughts my way

What you thought, I would naught have nothing to say? Nope!

Y'all fell into the booby trap

I set the trap just to see dude react, and now

And now you'se can't leave

You opened the door god, I'm at you annually

And I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez

I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is

But you can't give cred to anything dude says

Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head

(Shortyyyy!) It's time to wake up the dead

You sound a little naive in them articles that I read

[Hook] (x2)

H, O V A

The Blueprint 2 baby, on the way

H, O V A

I got my mojo back baby, oh behave

[Jay-Z]

Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version of TD jakes

Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes

Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes

And this is with whom you want to place your faith?

I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine

When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line

Donating proceeds off every ticket sold

When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no?

Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself?

Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help

They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude

To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects

These dudes is all politics, depositing checks

they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip

And y'all buy the shit, caught up in the hype

Cause the nigga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright

Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice

It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write

Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"?

Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice?

I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit

Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat

But I will not lose, for even in defeat

There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me

When the grass is cut, the snakes will show

I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though

Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these assholes

And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa

I'm back before you had a chance to miss me

My mama can't save you this time, niggas is history

Who you know flow vicious as me?

Yet so religiously, that's why they call me Hov

I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, nigga)

You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be

The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me

I gave you life when niggas was forgetting you emcee

I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me

You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee

I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea

And the little homey Jungle is a garden to me

What's the problem B? You not as hard as me

Nigga hard as we, nigga R O C, nigga

That's why they follow me, they feel my pain and my agony, nigga

I won't rest till you on one knee

You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga

Until you on one knee, you want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga

Hook (x2)

March 17, 2003

Im glad Jay pointed out Nas contradictions actually that was one of my favorite songs on the album. I like how he comes off as humble on that instead of being a flashy rapper.

March 17, 2003

The Gin Blossoms: Pieces Of The Night

(Doug Hopkins)

Is it any wonder that the stars just don't rush by

When you're only doin' 60 through this oh-so-vacant night

But it's lacking something big this time

What the hell did you expect to find

Aphrodite on a barstool by your side

Twelfth night we go

After something everyone should know

Somewhere in the distance out of sight...

Then I saw: gin mill rainfall

What do you remember if at all

Only pieces of the night...

And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd

If you let your feet get trampled on

When the music is that loud

But you wanted to be where you are

But it looked much better from afar

A hillside in shadow

Between the people and the stars

Twelfth night we go

After something everyone should know

Somewhere in the distance out of sight...

Then I saw: gin mill rainfall

What do you remember if at all

Only pieces of the night...

It seems so distant

But still only half the night away

Where notions between your questions come too

Is it any wonder where

The pieces of the night have been...

Breaking Benjamin: Next To Nothing

beneath this wave

I just can't take your breath away

you cut me down

you know I'll always be around

so now I wait

I know you'll live another day

come and take my breath away

look me straight in the face

[chorus]

cause you know it's over

growin' colder

I need something

leave me next to nothing

all we ever wanted

I need something

leave me next to nothing

next to nothing

I cut you down

I know you'll always be around

so now you'll wait

I know you'll live another day

come and take my breath away

look me straight in the face

[chorus x 2]

Our Lady Peace: Bring Back The Sun

A little white house

It’s everything we've

dreamed about

I wanted you to know

I’m hanging up my ego

We shouldn't have to fight

Or worry about the bills tonight

I wanted you to know

I want to be your shadow

The mystery's gone

So bring back the sun

We’ll bury this hate

And build it with love

The grass wasn't greener

I found

I wanted you to know

I dug you up a rainbow

I know, I know I failed you

I hope, I hope we get to

Sunny days again

March 17, 2003

Project Hate MCMXCIX - Hate Incarnate

Wake the dead, Soldiers arise

It's time to Kill all what's Divine

Spill their blood, tear out their spines

Rip, cut, murder, fuck

Angels dead, bullets are mine

Blessed am I with Hate in Mind

Nail Her head upon the wall

Sick, blessed, Raped, whore

Your lies burned My eyes as You tried to twist My Mind

I had to do it for Mankind

Kill, burn, God, fucked

So the ones with Hate in heart, the army of the Dark

Turn the cross towards hell

Lies, dies, angels, cries

And Your God is dead, sprayed with lead

I turn against the holy land

With hate in heart and blood on My hands

And Your God is dead, sprayed with lead

Rape, kill, God, fucked

Burn, burn, burn, fuck

So I cry as You die

And there will be no kingdom of glory

So God is dead, there is no Light

And Jesus Christ was just a wooden icon

I bleed the endless lies, I bleed the endless suffering

I bleed the endless lies, I bleed, suffer

I ask of You, would You bleed for Me

Or let Your scars heal

As My name is legion for We are many

I ask again, have the angels bled enough for Me

I ask the Whore, will you bleed for Me Eternally

And Your God is dead, sprayed with lead

I turn against the holy land

With Hate in heart and blood on My hands

And Your God is dead, sprayed with lead

I bleed the endless lies, I bleed the endless suffering

I bleed the endless lies, I bleed, suffer

I ask of You, would you bleed for Me

Or let Your scars heal

As My name is legion for we are many

I ask again, have the angels bled enough for Me

I ask the Whore, will you bleed for Me Eternally

AFI - God Called in Sick Today

Lets admire the pattern forming

Murderous filigree

I'm caught in the twisting of the vine

Go ascend with ivy, climbing

Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind

I cant help my laughter as she cries

My soul brings tears to angelic eyes

Lets amend the classic story, close it so beautifully,

I'll let animosity unwind

Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully

I'll still feel the violence of the lines

I cant stand my laughter as they cry

My soul brings tears to angelic eyes

And miles away my mother cries

Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.

March 18, 2003

And here's me, bringing the Stephan Jenkins:

Third Eye Blind - "Thanks A Lot"

it's all in your mind she said

the darkness and the light

the clock, it bleeds for you

but you never got the timing right

i woke you up and i slit the throat of your confidence

and we laughed in the night

and i felt alright

all hands on deck boys

cause this ship was made to sink

your swabber salutes you now

but i know what he's thinkin'

i woke you up and i slit the throat of your confidence

and we laughed in the night

and i felt alright

thanks a lot

you don't even know

thanks a lot

the clothes she wears misfit

and she's nervous when she speaks

her zombie mom and dad live in a separate house of freaks

i woke you up and i slit the throat of your confidence

and we laughed in the night

and i felt alright

thanks a lot

you don't even know

thanks a lot

i'm the one for you

cause i know all the dirty things

you like to do

i'm the fear in your eyes

i'm the fire in your flies

i'm the sound that's buzzin' round your head

thanks a lot

you don't even know

thanks a lot

Third Eye Blind - "Scattered"

where the dragonflies float on

and little kids go chasin' them

till night time comes along

and the prophet of a discontent is gone

and the devil smiles as he pulls the wings off

of the one who wrote and forgot the song

well, it's not my fault what you did

and it's not my fault we're young and stupid

still i'm stuck in this nightmare joke

no company, my strings are broke

so i go out lookin' for the right one

a nice fat girl with a tight one

cos i, i, oh i always laugh when i'm hurtin'

when i was punk i was way more punk than you

what happened to our little tribe

on a tombstone they inscribed

and i, i didn't know my friends would leave me too

when i sold out, i thought my lies out through and through

cos i, i, oh i always laugh when i'm hurtin'

is anyone sick of being nervous and annoyed?

don't play with pens to fill the void

and i'm paranoid

and the legacy that we've become

to the hard rock and see the shotgun

if we're good leadin' on the play

holdin' out for a different fate

no one is foolin' anyone

everyone struggles inside

and everyone else lied

no one is foolin' anyone

yeah, no one is foolin' anyone

no one is foolin' anyone

turn the music up louder

spit out the taste of gunpowder

we'll have a bon fire

burn it all down

let's take it higher

the ugly word that makes my throat feel sick

she said love, i won't feel sick

when you say, 'how you doin'?'

we'll say, 'we are fine'

'yeah, we're fine, i am fine'

cos i, i, oh i always laugh when i hurtin'

That's enough...

March 18, 2003

The Day I Tried to Live

by Soundgarden

I woke the same

As any other day except a voice was in my head

It said seize the day

Pull the trigger, drop the blade and watch the rolling heads

Chorus

The day I tried to live

I stole a thousand beggars chains

And gave them to the rich

The day I tried to win

I dangled from the power lines

And let the martyrs stretch

Singing

One more time around

Might do it

One more time around

Might make it

One more time around

Might do it

One more time around

The day I tried to live

Words you say never seem

To live up to the ones

Inside your head

The lives we make

Never seem to ever get us anywhere

But dead

The day I tried to live

I wallowed in the blood and mud with

All the other pigs

I woke the same as any other day you know

I should have stayed in bed

The day I tried to win

I wallowed in the blood and mud with

All the other pigs

And I learned that I was a liar

Just like you

March 18, 2003

Civil War

by Guns 'n' Roses

"What we've got here is, failure to communicate. Some men, you just can't reach, so you get what we had here last week. Which is the way he wants it. Well he gets it. And I don't like it anymore then you men."

Look at your young men fighting

Look at your women crying

Look at your young men dying

The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding

Look at the fear we're feeding

Look at the lives we're leading

The way we've always done before

My hands are tied

The billions shift from side to side

And the wars go on with brainwashed pride

For the love of God and our human rights

And all these things are swept aside

By bloody hands time can't deny

And are washed away by your genocide

And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black armband

When they shot the man

Who said "Peace could last forever"

And in my first memories

They shot Kennedy

I went numb when I learned to see

So I never fell for Vietnam

We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all

That you can't trust freedom

When it's not in your hands

When everybody's fightin'

For their promised land

And

I don't need your civil war

It feeds the rich while it buries the poor

Your power hungry sellin' soldiers

In a human grocery store

Ain't that fresh

I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling

Look at the blood we're spilling

Look at the world we're killing

The way we've always done before

Look in the doubt we've wallowed

Look at the leaders we've followed

Look at the lies we've swallowed

And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied

For all I've seen has changed my mind

But still the wars go on as the years go by

With no love of God or human rights

'Cause all these dreams are swept aside

By bloody hands of the hypnotized

Who carry the cross of homicide

And history bears the scars of our civil wars

"WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS

FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM

THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM

AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES

PEACE IS CLOSER" **

I don't need your civil war

It feeds the rich while it buries the poor

Your power hungry sellin' soldiers

In a human grocery store

Ain't that fresh

And I don't need your civil war

I don't need your civil war

Your power hungry sellin' soldiers

In a human grocery store

Ain't that fresh

I don't need your civil war

I don't need one more war

Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway

March 18, 2003

Eminem - "8-Mile (Road)"

Sometimes I just feel like

Quitting I still might

Why do I put up this fight?

Why do I still write?

Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life

Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics

And show these people what my level of skill's like

But I'm still white

Sometimes I just hate life

Something ain't right

Hit the brake lights

Case of this stage fright

Drawing a blank like

"Uh ... da da da da"

It ain't my fault

Cryin' eye balls

My insides crawl

And I clam up

I just slam shut

I just can't do it

My whole manhood's just been stripped

I have just been 'vict

So I must then get

Off the bus then split

Man fuck this shit

Yo, I'm going the fuck home

World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

(Chorus:)

I'm a man

I'ma make a new plan

Time for me to just stand up and travel new land

Time for me to just take matters into my own hands

Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back

And I'm gone

I know right where I'm going

Sorry, momma, I'm grown

I must travel alone

Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own

Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

Walking these train tracks

Tryin to regain back

The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap

To the same plant

In the same pants

Tryin to chase rap

Gotta move ASAP

Get a new plan

Momma's got a new man

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Sits in front of the TV buries her nose in her pad

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

While she colors her big brother a mother and dad

Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head

Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had

But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad

Sometimes I get upset cuz I ain't blew up yet

It's like a grew up but I ain't grown me two nuts yet

Don't got a rep, my step

Don't got enough pep

The pressure's too much, man I'm just tryin to do what's best

And I try

Sit alone and I cry

Yo I won't tell no lie

Not a moment goes by

That I don't pray to the sky

Please, I'm beggin you God

Please don't let me be pigeonholdin' in no regular job

Yo I hope you can hear me homie wherever you are

Yo, I'm telling you dog I'm bailing this trailer tomorrow

Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye [kiss]

Say whenever you need me, baby, I'm never too far

But, yo, I gotta get out there the only way I know

And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow

On everything I own

I'll make it on my own

Off to work I go

Back to this 8 Mile Road

(Chorus)

You gotta live it to feel it

You didn't, you wouldn't get it

Don't see what the big deal is

Why it was and it still is

To be walking this borderline of Detroit's city limits

It's different it's a certain significance

A certificate of authenticity

You'd never even see

But it's everything to me

It's my credibility

You'd never seen, heard, smelled or met a real mc

Who's incredible or on the same pedestal as me

But yet still unsigned

Having a rough time

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

Go to work and serve MCs in the lunch line

But when it comes crunch time

Where do my punch lines go?

Who must I show?

To bust my flow

Where must I go?

Who must I know?

Or am I just another crab in the bucket

Cuz I ain't having no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it

Maybe I need a new outlet

I'm starting to doubt shit

I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit

And it's cold

Trying to travel this road

Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battling mode

My defenses are so up

The one thing I don't want

Is pity from no one

This city is no fun

There is no sun

And it's so dark

Sometimes I just feel like I'm being pulled apart

From each one of my limbs

By each one of my friends

It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin [AAAAHHH!]

Sometimes I feel like a robot

Sometimes I just know not

What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got

But I've learned

It's time for me to U-turn

Yo, it only takes one time for me to get burned

Ain't no fallin' on next time I'll meet a new girl

I can no longer play stupid or be immature

I got every ingredient all I need is the courage

Like I already got the beat all I need is the words

Got the urge

Suddenly it's a surge

Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred

Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third

I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird

Then I turn and cross over the median curb

Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur

I'm 8 Mile Road

(Chorus)

March 18, 2003

Dream Theater - A Change Of Seasons

Instrumental Section

My frail, virgin mind

Watched the crimson sunrise

Imagined what it might find

Life was filled with wonder

I felt the warm wind blow

I must explore the boundaries

Transcend the depth of winter's snow

Innocence caressing me

I never felt so young before

There was so much life in me

Still I longed to search for more

But those days are gone now

Changed like a leaf on a tree

Blown away forever

Into the cool autumn breeze

The snow has now fallen

And my sun's not so bright

I struggle to hold on

With the last of my might

In my den of inequity

Viciousness and subtlety

Struggle to ease the pain

Struggle to find the same

Ignorance surrounding me

I've never been so filled with fear

All my life's been drained from me

The end is drawing near...

Carpe diem

Seize the day"

I'll always remember

The chill of November

The news of the fall

The sounds in the hall

The clock on the wall

Ticking away

"Seize the Day"

I heard him say

Life will not always be this way

Look around

Hear the sounds

Cherish your life

While you're still around

("Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)

(Old Time is still a-flying;)

(And this same flower that smiles today)

(Tomorrow will be dying")

We can learn

From the past

But those days

Are gone

We can hope

For the future

But there might not be one

The words stuck in my mind

Alive from what I've learned

I have to seize the day

To home I returned

Preparing for her flight

I held with all my might

Fearing my deepest fright

She walked into the night

She turned for one last look

She looked me in the eye

I said, "I Love You...

Good-bye"

("It's the most awful thing you'll ever hear")

("If you're lying to me...")

("Oh, you dearly love her")

("...just have to leave...)

(All our lives")

("Seize the day!")

("Something happened")

("Gather ye rosebuds while ye may")

("She was killed")

Instrumental Section

So far or so it seems

All is lost

With nothing fulfilled

Off the pages and the

T.V. screen

Another world

Where nothing's true

Tripping through

The life fantastic

Lose a step

And never get up

Left alone

With a cold blank stare

I feel like giving up

I was blinded by a paradise

Utopia high in the sky

A dream that only drowned me

Deep in sorrow, wondering why

Oh come let us adore him

Abuse and then ignore him

No matter what

Don't let him be

Let's feed upon his misery

Then string him up for all the world to see

I'm sick of all

Your hypocrites

Holding me at bay

And I don't need

Your sympathy

To get me through the day

Seasons change and so can I

Hold on Boy

No time to cry

Untie these strings

I'm climbing down

I won't let them push me away

Oh come let us adore him

Abuse and then ignore him

No matter what

Don't let him be

Let's feed upon

His misery

Now it's time for them

To deal with me

Instrumental Section

I'm much wiser now

A lifetime of memories

Run though my head

They taught me how

For better or worse

Alive or dead

I realize

There's no turning back

Life goes on

The offbeaten track

I sit down with my son

Set to see the Crimson Sunset

(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)

Many years have come and gone

I've lived my life, but now must move on

(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)

He's my only one

Now that my time has come

Now that my life is done

We look into the sun

"Seize the day

And don't you cry

Now it's time

To say good-bye

Even though

I'll be gone

I will live on

Live on"

Edited March 18, 2003 by Dace59

March 18, 2003

Bob Seger - Night Moves

I was a little too tall

Could've used a few pounds

Tight pants points hardly reknown

She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes

And points all her own sitting way up high

Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy

Workin' on mysteries without any clues

Workin' on our night moves

Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news

Workin' on our night moves

In the summertime

In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love, oh no, far from it

We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Livin' by the sword

And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods

I used her, she used me

But neither one cared

We were gettin' our share

Workin' on our night moves

Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues

Workin' on our night moves

And it was summertime

And oh the wonder

We felt the lightning

And we waited on the thunder

Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder

How far off I sat and wondered

Started humming a song from 1962

Ain't it funny how the night moves

When you just don't seem to have as much to lose

Strange how the night moves

With autumn closing in

March 18, 2003

Smashing Pumpkins - Age of Innocence

We dismiss the back roads

To ride these streets unafraid

Resigned to scraping paint

From our bones unashamed

No more the eye upon you

No more the simple man

Desolation yes hesitation no

As you might have guessed all is never shown

Desolation yes hesitation no

And in my prayers I dream alone

A silent speech to deaf ear

If you want love you must be love

But if you bleed love you will die loved

No more the lie upon you

Cast into stone and autumn shade

Desolation yes hesitation no

As you might have sensed we won't make it home

Desolation yes hesitation no

Before the rites of spring - Come to mean all things

A little taste of what may come - A mere glimpse of what has gone

Cause for the moment we are free - We seek to bind our release

Too young to die too rich to care too fucked to swear that I was there

Desolation yes hesitation no

As you might have guessed we won't make it home

Desolation yes hesitation no

March 18, 2003

((Keep in mind this was written as a punk-anthem like 20 years ago, when every band on the West coast started looking and sounding exactly the same.))

This Is Boston, Not L.A. (the Freeze)

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

If you dance the same

And dress the same

It won't be long

'Til you are the same.

You look the same

And act the same.

There's nothing new

and you're to blame.

This is Boston, Not L.A (3x)

This is Boston (F**k L.A.)

March 18, 2003

Cryptopsy - Crown Of Horns

Capricornus Rex in tenebris

I long to feel the dark caress

Of your cloven hooves;

I seek the loving warmth of your anus

As I place my worshipful

Lips about your teats.

We hate, and so we gather

By the light of the moon;

The art of veneficium...

This we learned from you...

To make them grieve in their lord,

Their redeemer in flames

Fanned by the scorn of the children

Who now curse his name.

Sire of sin,

You embody me

Undivine...

To you we congregate;

None so vile,

Your magnificent

Crown of horns

Inspires deeds maleficent.

Destroy the parasite [x3],

Destroy Jesus Christ.

They'll crawl in their perdition,

The righteous will be lost

Where gutted angels lie fucked...

Beneath the feunral cross;

We'll dig them a mass grave soon,

And bring to their knees

Those who would have rescinded

The laws of disease.

"The children have turned",

The cherubs wail,

As anticross triumphs

Where the cross has failed.

Hell-spawned majesty, we eagerly

Await the advent of the

Next millennium

When you will return with a swarm from

Beyond to claim your carnal

Lost dominion.

(AKA, if you can sing this, your throat is fucked)

March 18, 2003

I Want More - Suicidal Tendencies

In times of trouble I fall to my knees

And I look to the sky

Cuz me, me, I want more

The classification of my heart's a sin

Cuz me, me, I want more

Don't wanna pump nobody's gas

I want more

Don't wanna kiss my bosses ass

I want more

Don't wanna take the first job that I find

I want more

Don't wanna dig coal out of a mine

I want more

Slaving in a factory, a different kind of insanity

Feels like I'm locked in a cage

Working like a maniac, give myself a heart attack

For a job that pays minimum wage

I want more

Don't wanna work at the golden arches

I want more

Don't wanna wash nobody's car

I want more

Don't wanna be nobody's gardener

I want more

Don't wanna be a garbage man

I want more

Slaving in a factory, a different kind of insanity

Feels like I'm locked in a cage

Working like a maniac, give myself a heart attack

For a job that pays minimum wage

I sit and reflect about all that I've heard

And all that I've seen

Cuz me, me, I want more

The memories come and they go away

Cuz me, me, I want more

Don't wanna pump nobody's gas

I want more

Don't wanna kiss my bosses ass

I want more

Don't wanna take the first job that I find

Cuz me, I want more

March 18, 2003

Sublime - Caress Me Down

mucho gusto me llamo Bradley I’m hornier than Ron Jeremy

and if you wanna get popped in your knee

just wipe that look off your fat face

you hate me cause I got what you need

a pretty little daughter that we call mixie

if you wanna get beat psychically... it will be over in a minute if ya..

so she told me to come over and I took that trip

and then she pulled out my mushroom tip

and when it came out it went drip drip drip

I didn’t know she had that GI Joe kung-fu grip

chorus: (repeat)

and it went uuh caress me down

uhh and that’s the lovin’ sound

when I kiss mixie it makes me feel horny

cause I’m the type of lover with the sensitivity

when she kiss my neck and tickle me fancy

she give me the right kind of love on Sunday morning

en otro lado es donde viví con mijita que se llama mixie

y su hermana si me quiere

y ahorita tenemos un bebé

sus padres sus padres me trataron matar

but they did not get to far

un poco después tuve que regresar

con un chingo de dinero cuz you know I’m a star

yo fui a Costa Rica para comer y sufriar

practicaba con la raza cuz they know who we are

sí no le dió cuenta and I bet you never will

you must be a muñeca if you’re still standing still

chorus (repeat)

me gusta reggae

me gusta punk rock

pero la cosa que me gusta más es panochita

Pon la nalga en el aire if you know who you are

con el nalga en el aire empieza gritar

no tenga miedo I’m your papí

take your chones y los manden a mí

levanta levanta tienes que gritar

levanta levanta tienes que bailar

chorus (repeat)

and the girls caressed me down

and that’s the lovin’ sound

[Translation]:

nice to meet ya my name’s bradley I’m hornier than ron jeremy ......

on the other side is where I used to live

with my girlfriend named mixie

and her sister if she wants me

and now we have a baby

her parents her parents tried to kill me

but they did not get too far

a little later I had to come back

with a shitload of money cuz you know I’m a star

I went to Costa Rica to eat and mess around

I practiced with the race (of people) cuz they know who we are

you didn't figure it out and I bet you never will

you must be a manequin if you’re still standing still

chorus

I like reggae

I like punk rock

but the thing I like most of all is pussy

Put your BUTT in the air if you know who you are

with your BUTT in the air we begin to yell

don’t be afraid, I’m your daddy

take your underwear and send them to me

get up, get up you have to shout

get up, get up you have to dance

chorus

and the girls ....

March 18, 2003

The Offspring - Come Out and Play

You gotta keep 'em separated

Like the latest fashion

Like a spreading disease

The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom

Getting weapons with the greatest of ease

The gangs stake their own campus locales

And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal

If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix

They're gonna bash it up

CHORUS

Hey man you talkin' back to me?

Take him out

You gotta keep 'em separated

Hey man you disrespecting me?

Take him out

You gotta keep 'em separated

Hey they don't pay no mind

If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time

Hey come out and play

By the time you hear the siren

It's already too late

One goes to the morgue and the other to jail

One guy's wasted and the other's a waste

It goes down the same as a thousand before

No one's getting smarter

No one's learning the score

Your never ending spree of death a violence and hate

Is gonna tie your own rope

CHORUS

March 19, 2003

Taking Over Me by Evanescence

You don't remember me

But I remember you

I lie awake and try so hard

not to think of you

But who can decide what they dream?

And dream I do . . .

I believe in you

I'll give up everything just to find you

I have to be with you to live, to breathe

You're taking over me

Have you forgotten all I know

and all we had?

You saw me mourning my love for you

and touched my hand

I knew you loved me then.

I believe in you

I'll give up everything just to find you

I have to be with you to live, to breathe

You're taking over me

I look in the mirror and see your face

If I look deep enough

So many things inside that are

just like you are taking over

Dismiss them if you want but when Evanescence evolves with time, they're going to make an impact.

March 19, 2003

Public Enemy "Bring The Noise"

Bass! How low can you go?

Death row what a brother knows

Once again, back is the incredible

The rhyme animal

The incredible D. Public Enemy number one

Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got numb

Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?

But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun

Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records they sell

'Cause a brother like me said "Well

Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to

What he can say to you, what you ought to do"

Follow for now, power to the people say,

"Make a miracle. D, pump the lyrical"

Black is back, all in, we're gonna win

Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again

Chorus:

Turn it up! Bring tha noize!

Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad

At the fact that's corrupt as a senator

Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope

'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope

Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are blasting me for

They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now across the country has us up for the war

We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait

Till we get it right

Radio Stations I question their blackness

They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play this

Chorus

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me

My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know

He can cut a record from side to side

So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide

Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll

Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man

Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know

You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too

Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you

Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono

Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band

Stand on its feet, get you out your seat

Beat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell

Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells

Ever forever, universal, it will sell

Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

Chorus

From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose

'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast dose

Rock with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask?

Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as

We got to pleed the fifth, we can investigate

Don't need to wait, get the record straight

Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator

X to sign checks, play to get paid

We got to check it out down on the avenue

A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you

Yeah, I'm telling you

Hatebreed "Final Prayer"

Destruction - in its purest form

No limit to the vicious damage done

Corruption- injustice with no remorse

Heinous disregard, our future's uncertain

But as life comes from the earth

It must return to the ash

Cleanse ourselves of those vile traits

And crawl back from annihilation

Worthless

We shatter lives

Ruthless

We decimate the earth

Final prayer

Final Prayer for the human race we know our time is running out

Millions of people will suffer and die by the hands of those in power

Final prayer

Final prayer for the human race

You must bow to your knees and repent for the human race

Awakened

To the blood stained face

For a world that can not be changed

Forever reminded

Of a nightmare that is every passing day

Worthless we shatter lives

Ruthless

We decimate the earth

(Final prayer...)

March 19, 2003

U2 "New York"

In New York freedom looks like

Too many choices

In New York I found a friend

To drown out the other voices

Voices on a cell phone

Voices from home

Voices of the hard sell

Voices down a stairwell

In New York

Just got a place in New York

In New York summers get hot

Well into the hundreds

You can't walk around the block

Without a change of clothing

Hot as a hair dryer in your face

Hot as handbag and a can of mace

New York

I just got a place in New York

New York New York

In New York you can forget

Forget how to sit still

Tell yourself you will stay in

But it's down to Alphaville

New York

New York, New York

New York

The Irish been coming here for years

Feel like they own the place

They got the airport, city hall

Asphalt, asphalt

They even got the police

Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics

Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew

Happily not like me and you

That's where I lost you

New York

New York, New York

New York

New York, New York

New York

In New York I lost it all

To you and your vices

Still I'm staying on to figure out

My midlife crisis

I hit an iceberg in my life

You know I'm still afloat

You lose your balance, lose your wife

In the queue for the lifeboat

You got to put the women and children first

But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York

New York, New York

In the stillness of the evening

When the sun has had its day

I heard your voice whispering

Come away now

New, New York

New...

New York

March 19, 2003

Don't speak

-by No Doubt

Verse 1

You and me, we used to be together

Every day together, always

I really feel, like I'm losing my best friend

I can't believe this could be the end

And it looks like you're letting go

And if it's real then I don't want to know

Chorus

DOn't speak, I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me because it hurts

Don't speak, I know what you're thinking

And I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Verse 2

Our memories, they can be inviting

But some are all together mighty frightening

And as we die, both you and I

With my head in my hands I sit and cry

Chorus

It's all ending, got to stop pretending, who we are

You and me, I can see us dying, are we?

Chorus

Hush, hush darling

Don't tell me because it hurts.

Adam's Song by Blink 182

I never thought I'd die alone

I laughed the loudest who'd have known?

I trace the cord back to the wall

No wonder it was never plugged in at all

I took my time, I hurried up

The choice was mine I didn't think enough

I'm too depressed to go on

You'll be sorry when I'm gone

I never conquered, rarely came

16 just held such better days

Days when I still felt alive

We couldn't wait to get outside

The world was wide, too late to try

The tour was over I'd survived

I couldn't wait till I got home

To pass the time in my room alone

I never thought I'd die alone

Another six months I'll be unknown

Give all my things to all my friends

You'll never set foot in my room again

You'll close it off, board it up

Remember the time that I spilled the cup

Of apple juice in the hall

Please tell mom this is not her fault

I never conquered, rarely came

But tomorrow holds such better days

Days when I can still feel alive

When I can't wait to get outside

The world is wide, the time goes by

The tour is over, I've survived

I can't wait till I get home

To pass the time in my room alone

Just What They Told Me by Treble Charger

I guess, what concerns me the most

Getting any younger, so we like to boast

Cracks and fishers, splintering our lovely lives

Acceptance of the shiny brand new kitchen knives

So I've, decided not to live that way

I still behave in public and I don't confuse the night with day

And I'm better off please don't say

We know you'll never live without

You have no way to keep it out

I pray, that I'll be saved before to long

Another two or three days and I'll get it wrong

A patch of thistle measuring our early graves

With waxy gleam

We stroll along the colonnade

And I have decided not to live that way

I still behave in public

And I don't confuse the night with day

And I'm better off please don't say

We know you'll never live without

You have no way to keep it out

I did just what they told me

I'm just trying to make my way

I did just what they told me

March 19, 2003

Avalanche by Matthew Good

One foot in front of the other

One foot back to counter it

Days like these you've got to find it in some other way

It's all or nothing baby

(Chorus)

Avalanche, start inside of me

Avalanche, down through the trees

Avalanche, start inside of me

Avalanche, hell down through the trees

If everyone's a casualty

Then take your time 'cause there ain't no trouble

If the weather's fine and we're feeling crazy

There's always drinks and dancing in the rubble

I'm spinning and you're spinning

The world's spinning and we're laughing

And I'm charming, the devil's charming

And we're ruined but we're still building

And I'm selling and you're counting

The worlds stopping but we keep going

And we're ruthless and we're cunning

And I'm heir to it all

Days like these you've got to find it in some other way

It's all or nothing baby

(Chorus)

This key is to your kingdom

This key is to your heart

Neither one is a doorway

But both of them a part

So one foot in front of the other

March 19, 2003

Tupac: Keep ya head up

Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne

[Verse One]

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice

I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots

I give a holler to my sisters on welfare

Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care

And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot

When you come around the block brothas clown a lot

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up

Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up

And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him

And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him

Cause sista you don't need him

And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em

You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)

When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy

And since we all came from a woman

Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman

I wonder why we take from our women

Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?

I think it's time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women, be real to our women

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

That will hate the ladies, that make the babies

And since a man can't make one

He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one

So will the real men get up

I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier

ooooo child things are gonna get brighter

[Verse Two]

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me

He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be

And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough

And though we had it rough, we always had enough

I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules

Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two

And I realize momma really paid the price

She nearly gave her life, to raise me right

And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream

Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen

I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent

And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen

I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind

Last night my buddy lost his whole family

It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity

It seems tha rain'll never let up

I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up

You know it's funny when it rains it pours

They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor

Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is

it ain't no hope for tha future

And then they wonder why we crazy

I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby

We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup

And even though you're fed up

Huh, ya got to keep your head up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

And uhh

To all the ladies havin babies on they own

I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone

Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome

Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em

Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure

And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more

Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son

wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'

You can't complain you was dealt this

hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless

Because there's too many things for you to deal with

Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless

While tears, is rollin down your cheeks

Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week

Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me

I was given this world I didn't make it

And now my son's getten older and older and cold

From havin the world on his shoulders

While the rich kids is drivin Benz

I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends

And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but

please... you got to keep your head up

Eminem - "Sing for the moment"

[1]

These ideas are, nightmares to white parents

whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings

Like whatever they say has no bearing

It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing

to see him walkin around with his headphones blaring

Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care

He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out

when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out

Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out

If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out

His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back

Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap

He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap

His step-father hit him so he, socked him back

and broke his nose, his house is a broken home

There's no control, he just let's his emotions go

[Chorus]

C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)

Sing for the year (Sing it)

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Sing it with me, Just for today

Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

[2]

Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters

In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum

Holy or unnholy, only have one homie

Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me

Yet everybody just feels like they can relate

I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great

or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate

It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make

like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum

Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?

From standin on corners and porches just rappin

to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass

But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you

Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you

to get they hands on every dime you have

They want you to lose your mind every time you mad

So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon

Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns

That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me

Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly

But all they kids be listenin to me religiously

So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me

They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me

If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B!

It's all political, if my music is literal

and I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl?

I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to

You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!

[Chorus]

[3]

They say music can alter moods and talk to you

Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?

Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude

Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued

See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols

and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool

Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves

We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales

You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self

We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail

It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin

to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted

That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing

except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine

Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long

Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives

'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die

'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe

We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes

That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it

Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden

And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits live on

through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

March 20, 2003

Eminem- "Rabbit Run"

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits

I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks

Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss

My life's like one great big ball of shit

If I could just, put it all into all I spit

Instead of always tryin to swallow it

Instead of starin at this wall and shit

While I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit

Can't call it, shit

All I know is I'm about to hit the wall

if I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits

This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it

I ain't dealin with another fuckin politic

I'm like a skillet bubblin until it filters up

I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up

Blow this buildin up, I've been sealed enough

My cup, runneth over, I done filled it up

The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts

You think, all I do is stand here and feel my nuts?

Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush

You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch

Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up

Goosebumps yea, I'ma make your hair sit up

Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be

I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me

You wait, it ain't too late to finally see

what you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see

Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee

out this world, ain't no one out there mind as me

You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine

All I need's a line

But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme

to express how I'm really feelin at that time

Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes

It's just sometimes, it's always me

How dark can these hallways be?

The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half past three

This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper

{*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk

If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again

Stuck in this slum, can't think of nothin

Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin

{*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out

New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out

I'm fizzlin now, thought I figured it out

Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out

I'm afraid, but why am I afraid?

Why am I a slave to this trade?

Signed out of spit to the grave

Real enough to rill you up

Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want

I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smits ain't a quitter

I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a

fuckin boilin point, put some oil in your joints

Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed

An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense

They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence

By the looks of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin

By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin someone

By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was comin

It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin

Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back

He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest

I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock

Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch

Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race

And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch

I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice

'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice

If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung

If I had half a chance I'd grab it - Rabbit, run

Fiona Apple - "I Know"

So be it, I’m your crowbar

If that’s what I am so far

Until you get out of this mess

And I will pretend

That I don’t know of your sins

Until you are ready to confess

But all the time, all the time

I’ll know, I’ll know

And you can use my skin

To bury secrets in

And I will settle you down

And at my own suggestion,

I will ask no questions

While I do my thing in the background

But all the time, all the time

I’ll know, I’ll know

Baby-I can’t help you out, while she’s still around

So for the time being, I’m being patient

And amidst this bitterness

If you’ll just consider this-even if it don’t make sense

All the time-give it time

And when the crowd becomes your burden

And you’ve early closed your curtains,

I’ll wait by the backstage door

While you try to find the lines to speak your mind

And pry it open, hoping for an encore

And if it gets too late, for me to wait

For you to find you love me, and tell me so

It’s okay, don’t need to say it.

Bold parts infer my favorite parts of the song.

Edited March 20, 2003 by Flyboy

March 20, 2003

Super Furry Animals- She's Got Spies

She's got spies and they're looking out for me

But it's not like the KGB it's just a game we play

She's got hooks meant for catching fish at sea

And she's casting them out and about to catch me unaware

She's got spies, but it's not quite like the KGB, you see

She's got spies, but it's not quite like the CIA, no way

She's got spies, but it's not quite like the MI6, sixty-six

She's got spies, but it's not espionage that makes her tick

And when the siren’s singing I'll think a thought of you

She's got eyes and they're lodged in the back of her head

And she can see three-sixty degrees without turning around

She'll sometimes cry after watching the six o'clock news

And if the four-minute warning chimes we'll hide here underneath the desk

She's got spies, but it's not quite like the KGB, you see

She's got spies, but it's not quite like the CIA, no way

She's got spies, but it's not quite like the MI6, sixty-six

She's got spies, but it's not espionage that makes her tick

And when the siren’s singing I'll think a thought of you

She's got spies, but it's not quite like the KGB

She's got spies, but it's quite like the CIA

And when the cold war's over

The springtime thaw will flower

And when the siren’s singing

We'll sense a new beginning just as we reach the end

March 21, 2003

The Pogues - A Rainy Night In Soho

I've been loving you a long time

Down all the years, down all the days

And I've cried for all your troubles

Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together

And we saw them as they fell

Some of them fell into heaven

Some of them fell into hell

I took shelter from a shower

And I stepped into your arms

On a rainy night in Soho

The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows

You told me all your joys

Whatever happened to that old song

To all those little girls and boys

Sometimes I wake up in the morning

The ginger lady by my bed

Covered in a cloak of silence

I hear you talking in my head

I'm not singing for the future

I'm not dreaming of the past

I'm not talking of the first time

I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over

We may never find out what it means

Still there's a light I hold before me

You're the measure of my dreams

The measure of my dreams

Ron Sexsmith - Words We Never Use

I can't understand this sadness here

Sorrows rolling in, from where's unclear

But I know there's a reason for all these blues

So I'm off to find the words we never use

Yes, I know you've been hurt by words I've said

But more by the times I've turned my head

For the willow of your smile is showing through

You're aching for the words we never use

How long must we bury all we feel?

Yes, and turn in the face of what is real

Well now, love has made an offer we can't refuse

So let's try for the words we never use

The words we never use

Ron Sexsmith - Galbraith Street

I woke up on Galbraith Street

Where the houses stood like twins

Oh and even though the door's been closed

I can find a way to get back in

For in daydreams my mind returns

Like a ghost upon the hill

As I knock upon old doors again

And find my friends all live there still

So many good times to speak of in a life

But none compared to the good times I had there

The world looks so much brighter when you believe in every word

Now I'm holding onto all those years

Like a tear before it falls unheard

So many goodbyes to speak of in a life

But none compared to the goodbyes I said there

The sun went down on Galbraith Street

Saw it from a childhood bed

As the and gold brick houses stood

Underneath a crimson sky that bled

Steve Earle - Jerusalem

I woke up this morning and none of the news was good

Death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood

And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way

And there was nothin' anyone could do or say

And I almost listened to him

Yeah I almost lost my mind

Then I regained my senses again

And looked into my heart to find

That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham

Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem

Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool

But I dont remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday School

Somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again

But I still find some comfort now and then

Then the storm comes rumblin' in

And I can't lay me down

And the drums are drummin' again

And I can't stand the sound

But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb

Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem

And there'll be no barricades then

There'll be no wire or walls

And we can wash this blood from our hands

And all this hatred from our souls

And I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham

Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem

March 21, 2003

Smashing Pumpkins - Zero

My reflection, dirty mirror

There's no connection to myself

I'm your lover, I'm your zero

I'm in the face of your dreams of glass

So save your prayers

For when we're really gonna need'em

Throw out your cares and fly

Wanna go for a ride?

She's the one for me

She's all I really need

Cause she's the one for me

Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness

And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me

Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness

Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms

The fasion victims chew their charcoal teeth

I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship

I never let on that I was down

You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore

You blame yourself for wanting more

She's the one for me

She's all I really need

She's the one for me

She's my one and only

Smashing Pumpkins - 1979

Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time

On a live wire right up off the street

You and I should meet

Junebug skipping like a stone

With the headlights pointed at the dawn

We were sure we'd never see an end to it all

And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues

And we don't know

Just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

Double cross the vacant and the bored

They're not sure just what we have in store

Morphine city slippin dues down to see

That we don't even care as restless as we are

We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts

And poured cement, lamented and assured

To the lights and towns below

Faster than the speed of sound

Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope

Justine never knew the rules,

Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls

No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it

To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues

And we don't know just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

The street heats the urgency of sound

As you can see there's no one around

April 5, 2003

Mandy Moore - "Only Hope"

There's a song that’s inside of my soul

It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again

I'm awake in the infinite cold

But you sing to me over and over and over again

So I lay my head back down

And I lift my hands and pray

To be only yours

I pray to be only yours

I know now you're my only hope

Sing to me the song of the stars

Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again

When it feels like my dreams are so far

Sing to me of the plans

That you have for me over again

So I lay my head back down

And I lift my hands and pray

To be only yours

I pray to be only yours

I know now you're my only hope

I give you my destiny

I'm giving you all of me

I want your symphony

Singing in all that I am

At the top of my lungs

I'm giving it back

So I lay my head back down

And I lift my hands and pray

To be only yours

I pray to be only yours

I know now you're my only hope

Song lyrics

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