Calypso Blues - Lyrics - Re: Generations - Nat King Cole

Title: Calypso Blues
Album: Re: Generations
Artist: Nat King Cole
Composer(s): Nathaniel Cole, Don George

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Lyric:
Wa oo oo, wa oo oo
Wa oo, wa oo, wa oo, wa ay
Wa oo oo, wa oo oo
Wa oo, wa oo, wa oo, wa ay

Sittin' by de ocean, me heart, she feel so sad
Sittin' by de ocean, me heart, she feel so sad
Don't got de money
To take me back to Trinidad

Fine calypso woman, she cook me shrimp and rice
Fine calypso woman, she cook me shrimp and rice
Dese yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me stomach very nice

In Trinidad, one dollar buy
Papaya juice, banana pie
Six coconut, one female goat
An' plenty fish to fill de boat

One bushel bread, one barrel wine
An' all de town, she come to dine
But here is bad, one dollar buy
Cup of coffee, ham on rye

Me throat she sick from necktie
Me feet hurt from shoes
Me pocket full of empty
I got Calypso blues

Dese yankee girl give me big scare
Is black de root, is blonde de hair
Her eyelash false, her face is paint
And pads are where de girl she ain't

She jitterbug when she should waltz
I even think her name is false
But calypso girl is good a lot
Is what you see, is what she got

Sittin' by de ocean, me heart, she feel so sad
Sittin' by de ocean, me heart, she feel so sad
Don't got de money
To take me back to Trinidad

Wa oo oo, wa oo oo
Wa oo, wa oo, wa oo, wa ay
Wa oo oo, wa oo oo
Wa oo, wa oo, wa oo, wa ay

Wa oo oo, wa oo oo
Wa oo, wa oo, wa oo, wa ay
Wa oo oo, wa oo oo
Wa oo, wa oo, wa oo, wa ay

Wa oo oo, wa oo oo
Wa oo, wa oo, wa oo, wa ay
Wa oo oo, wa oo oo
Wa oo, wa oo, wa oo, wa ay
...

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Check It Out - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Check It Out
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
A million young poets, screamin' out their words
To a world full of people, just livin' to be heard
Future generations ridin' on the highways that we built
I hope they have a better understanding

Check it out
Goin' to work on Monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All utility bills have been paid
You can't tell your best buddy that you love him

So check it out
Where does our time go
Check it out
Got a brand new house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin' with your back to your loved one
This is all that we've learned about happiness

Check it out
Forgot to say hello to my neighbors
Check it out
Sometimes I question my own behavior
Check it out
Talkin' about the girls that we've seen on the sly
Just to tell our souls we're still the young lions

So check it out
Gettin' too drunk on Saturdays
Check it out
Playin' football with the kids on Sundays
Check it out
Soarin' with the eagles all week long
And this is all that we've learned about living
This is all that we've learned about living

Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out

A million young poets screamin' out their words
Maybe someday those words will be heard
By future generations ridin' on the highways that we built
Maybe they'll have a better understanding

Check it out
Hope they'll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they'll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they'll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope they have a better understanding

Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
...

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Contribution - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Contribution
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Courtenay Henderson, Dante Givens, Lucas Mcfadden, Shafiq Husayn, Marc Stuart, Mark Ali Potsic, Charles L. Stewart

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo

{You're about to witness three of the most common tales
Of man, woman and human
The difference between the three is that there is no difference
Just other outcomes
Listen and witness the common tales}

Aye yo, my Momma and a nigga for life
Love, carousel, cuss, yell and fight
Seven nights a week
No respect when they speak
Disrespect between the sheets, the ends don't meet
No rice beans or meat
My Momma was the bread winner plus she had to cook us dinner
My Daddy was a full time sinner

Poppa was a stoner stay gone till November
Off of that, gawk that made emack
Like the Devil done took his soul and ain't given it back
Remember that, when you play for the bless
Speedy victory for the poor and the press
I can't stand the stress, it's test and time press
Up against my Momma and Daddy chest, I try to rest
With no stretch of the mind, I can't find no peace of mind
Within this family of mine, yo

She got chips and you don't, that's bottom line
Is this the way love goes? Hmm, let's rewind
You really ain't paid, you clockin' minimum wage
Now basically you a slave, your wife studies for days
No money for much, just movies and such
The way your two hands clutch, you know it's love not lust
Now she's sick of the bus and using you as a crutch
And on top of this stuff, she graduates in a month

Damn, her new job got her clocking the dough
Now she's buying new clothes, and takin' you to the show
You feeling like you a ho, not knowing which way to go
And ultimately you know, you ain't feeling her so
You need to get up, get out and get something
Your job ain't nothing, all these years you've just been frontin'
That's the way she played ya, the talked in rager went back
To your days of

But she always said I'm out husslin' for food, kitchen indeed
While this nigga spend his ends on booze, bitches and weed
I thought that we'd agree, with two kids to feed
That you would slow your own, but instead of switchin' your seed
You slapped me, you can't attack me thinkin' I'm be happy
In fact it's a packing and leave rapidly
After we witness, no love between parents
The father type that was once on the scene vanished

Supreme bamish, the couples that match these
Producin' generations of kids with latched keys
Her daughter learned from Momma how to reject men
Her son attracts women that don't respect men
And then one parental provided can be the plan
But no woman can truly teach a boy to be a man
That's why I'm always telling these many pals of mine
The most that you can spend on any child is time

Look, we don't have all the answers
We're victims also to the same situations
But man plans and the Lord plans
And the Lord is the best of planners
So what's your contribution to life?

Yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo
What's your contribution to life?

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Deadly Handsome Man - Lyrics - MP3 - Marcy Playground

Title: Deadly Handsome Man
Album: MP3
Artist: Marcy Playground
Composer(s): John K. Wozniak

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Lyric:
Some cats, they know how to fight
Some cats run
I'm a thousand generations, ahead of them
Cool as they come

See all my suits are Calvin Klein
My lucky number's 69
I got all the things I need
It's the nature of my breed

I'm independent, smooth and confident
Always in command
With a graceful element
A tasteful compliment

Do you know who I am
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm a deadly handsome man
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm the lion and the lamb
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)

Everywhere I go, I make the scene
The ladies love to stroke me
I'm pimped out and lazy in my Limousine
Oh, come on in here sweetie

Everything I say like Socrates
Most people love to quote me
My real name is Mephistopheles
But you can call me Baby

See all my suits are Calvin Klein
My lucky number's 69
I got all the things I need
It's the nature of my breed

I'm independent, smooth and confident
Always in command
With a graceful element
A tasteful compliment

Do you know who I am
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm a deadly handsome man
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm the lion and the lamb
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)

I'm a deadly handsome man
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm the lion and the lamb
(He's a deadly handsome man)

Deadly handsome man
He's a deadly handsome man
He's a deadly handsome man

Deadly that's me, deadly handsome man
Deadly that's me, deadly handsome man
Deadly that's me, deadly handsome man
Deadly Bruce Lee, deadly handsome man

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Z - Encore - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Encore
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Paul Mccartney, John Lennon, Kanye Omari West

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Lyric:
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for?
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his prime

I'm, young H O, rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect

On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin', grand closin'
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again

Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for dese generations

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for?)

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you

From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years
(Yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
To be at an all time high, perfect time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens

Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

Ow, it's star time, this man is made
He's killin' all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?
Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man

Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage
Say Hova, c'mon say it, Hova, Hova, are y'all out there?
( Hova, Hova)
Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
They love you Jigga, they love you Jigga!

I like the way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin' soulful man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah, okay
(Hova, Hova)

So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm only doin' two

You wanted to gain attention new dudes
I can get you B E T and T R L too
You wanna be in the public, send your budget
Well fuck it, I ain't budgin'

Young did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all star studded
Golfer above par like I putted

All 'cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this? You want to bang
Send Kanye change, send just some dust
Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit
A little somethin' like this, woo
(What the hell are you waiting for?)

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Blessed Be - Lyrics - Clandestine - Entombed

Title: Blessed Be
Album: Clandestine
Artist: Entombed
Composer(s): Niklas Anders Andersson, Ulf Andreas Cederlund, Alexander L T K Hellid, Lars Rosenberg

Lyric:
Step inside yourself and emerge
Enter a realm of worlds
There is more behind, more to find
You're living through eyes so blind

Embedded in hollowness
The future lacked, marked out before your feet
Don't break the circle, play your part
Remain silent in your seat

Be a shadow in the dark
Erased and blanked you'll fall apart
Be among, be nothing else
Blessed be thee who lost yourself

Come walk the footsteps of lost generations
Take a dive into the source of all lies
Let it's water flow your cistern
Jump into paradise

Go on, everyone
I hoped you liked the feast

Life's the book of blood, unforeseen
Is it's day, try to get inside, not through
Seize it as it opens up before you

Answer that riddle before you

I'll show you everything, you've really never been
You'll be a man before mind, in a land before sin
You must pretend you are, everything that you're not
Look down upon what you've been, give away all you've got

No mistakes ever made
Predestined you must let all instincts fade
Entrapment based within thee
But you will always [Incomprehensible]

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Ghetto Prisoners - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Ghetto Prisoners
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Damon Blackmon, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uhh, regulate nigga
Bravehearts nigga, live for this
Some of y'all don't live at all
Get yours, nigga, get yours, baby
Uhh, yo, yo

As the night closed down on the earth like gray dark rings
Light of cities in the nights, destination for kings
With big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista
From Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S.

About to shoot us for revolution, that's how you gotta move
A lot of rules, some locked in solitude
Curse the day of they birth confused
Who's to be praised, the mighty dollar or almighty Allah

I'm like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds
My truth is the soil, help you grow like trees
May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
But hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's

With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me
Each channelin', from past to present time
Heaven shines light on those innocent to how the world grows
Some men become murderers and some girls become hoes

And you accounted for, everything that you heard
Do not speak to fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words
My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

Yo, we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings
Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators
Sinners who faithless, still there's hope
Pray it's answered, dreams turned real

What's a wicked nation? One with blind men
Not takin' charge of the situation
Empty arguments and real conversation's needed
The world'll need it, to hear it

Evil tries to weaken my spirit, it's chronic herb
This hurt come from the honest word
I now try hardest to serve my maker
What I learned, find it's way on the paper

So I could dictate it, articulate it
Luckily, I was put on one of the ships that made it
Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded
To sink in the Atlantic, satan jigs the planet

Not to get too religious
But who decides when and if your life is finished?
If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, O Lord
May we break away from the chains abroad

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners, get up, wake up, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes
I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies
The truth is time waits for none of you
In fact, he can't wait for the date to snatch
The ground right from under you

Small visions of better life, if cheddar was right
Lurk in the mind of young ones ahead of they time
Trapped in the slums, beggin' for nuttin' but takin'
Headed for nuttin' but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin'

Judges is not relatin' to pleas
Guns bustin' where the kids play
Ricochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes
In bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A.

Around the way, where we from
Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young
Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin' man's past
And a newborn's, first time to be here at last

And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain
Hustlin' harder than the generations here before he came
Goin' through the same bullshit as our fathers
Readin' history, but who's the authors?

For some the game is easy
For most of us, the game is much harder
But never lose faith
Through the years just get smarter

Ghetto prisoners, ghetto prisoners
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners, get up, wake up, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

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In Defense Of Our Good Name - Lyrics - Lamb Of God

Title: In Defense Of Our Good Name
Artist: Lamb Of God
Composer(s): John Campbell, Chris Adler, Mark Morton, David Randall Blythe, Will Adler

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Lyric:
Returning to solace
So sweet like honeysuckle on the tongue
The sound of silence blesses my ears
Enveloping like the earth

I will one day lie in
Metropolis is bad to wither the soul
Roaring concrete and steel
Washes you in blood

So let you point and laugh
Provincial ain't so bad
Take me back down to where I belong
To rust in rivers

I do not covet any man's life
I know my place all to well
One man's paradise
Is another man's living hell

To each their own
Generations ago made this place my own
The roots are deep and strong
Carry them wherever I go

Never wanted your approval
Never wanted your acceptance
Never wanted to be anything but me
Never wanted to be anywhere but here

Carry me Southeast bound home
To speak in defense of our good name
Lay me to rest with my kin
In the ground of God's country

Lash out at any who would smear you with hate
Deify no one, never crawl ashamed
The past screams injustice on Southern night wind
Whips, manacles, chains, musket balls
A dark history never forgotten, only misconception remains

Speak in defense of our good name
The blood of kin grants absolution
I'll join them soon enough
In the ground of God's country

Speak in defense of our good name
The blood of kin grants absolution
I'll join them soon enough
In the ground of God's country

Never wanted your acceptance
Never wanted your approval
Never wanted to be anything but me
Never wanted to be anywhere but right here

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Let Us Begin - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Let Us Begin
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Denver

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Lyric:
I am the son of a grassland farmer
Western Oklahoma 1943
I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free

I gave up my father to South Korea
The mind of my brother to Vietnam
Now there's a banker who says I must give up my land

There are four generations of blood in this topsoil
Four generations of love on this farm
Before I give up I would gladly give up my right arm

What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for

I had a son and my son was a soldier
He was so like my father, he was so much like me
To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be

He gave up his future to revolution
His life to a battle that just can't be won
For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun

I remember the nine hundred days of Leningrad
The sound of the dying, the cut of the cold
I remember the moments I prayed I would never grow old

What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for

For the first time in my life I feel like a prisoner
A slave to the ways of the powers that be
And I fear for my children, as I fear for the for the future I see

Tell me how can it be we're still fighting each other
What does it take for a people to learn
If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn

What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for

Have we forgotten all the lives that were given
All the vows that were taken saying never again
Now for the first time this could be the last time
If peace is our vision let us begin

Have we forgotten all the lives that were given
All the vows that were taken saying never again, never again
Now for the first time this could be the last time
If peace is our vision, let us begin, let us begin

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Information Wars - Lyrics - Jackson Browne

Title: Information Wars
Artist: Jackson Browne
Composer(s): Jackson Browne, Mark Goldenberg, Kevin Mccormick, Scott Thurston, Mauricio Lewak, Louis Conte, Jeff Young, Jeff Cohen

Lyric:
Give us twenty minutes and we'll give you the world
We bring good things to life
The news you need from people you can count on
Doing what we do best

The heartbeat of America
Your true voice
You're in good hands
Now more than ever before

And in the flickering light and the comforting glow
You get the world every night as a TV show
The latest spin on the shit we're in, blow by blow
And the more you watch, the less you know

Beyond the hundred million darkened living rooms
Out where the human ocean roars
Into the failing light, the generations go
Heading for the information wars

Do people really spend millions upon millions
To make us think we care about the planet
At the same time polluting and looting the only world we've got
So they can maximize their profit?
People do

The heartbeat of America
Your true voice
For the life of your business
It's everywhere you want to be

And there's a front row seat for the precious few
The latest war as a pay-per-view
Famine and disaster right in front of you
And the more you watch, the less you do

Beyond the hundred million darkened living rooms
Out where the human ocean roars
Into the failing light, the generations go
Heading for the information wars

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Mountain Men - Lyrics - Crest Of A Knave - Jethro Tull

Title: Mountain Men
Album: Crest Of A Knave
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
The poacher and his daughter
Throw soft shadows on the water in the night
A thin moon slips behind them
As they pull the net with no betraying light

And later on the coast road, I meet them
And the old man winks a smile
And who am I to fast deny the right
To take a fish once in a while?

I walk with them, they wish me luck
When I ship out on the Sunday from the Kyle
And from the church I hear them singing
As the ship moves sadly from the pier
Oh, poachers daughter, Sunday best
Two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear

Well, there's a house on the hillside
Where the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the lands where I came from
Where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything

I did my tour, did my duty
I did all they asked of me
Died in the trenches and at El Alamein
Died in the Falklands on TV
Going back to the mountain kings
Where the sound of the piper counts for everything

Long generations from the Isles
Sent to tread the foreign miles
Where the spiral ages meet
Felt naked dust beneath their feet

Future sun called winds to blow
And the past and present hard-eyed crow
Flew hunting high and circling low
Over blackened plains of Eden

There's a child and a woman praying
For an end to the mystery
Hoping for a word in a letter
Fair wind-blown from across the sea
To where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything

There's a house on the hillside
Where the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the lands where I came from

Where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything
Where the real mountain men are kings
And the sound of that piper counts for everything

Feel the naked dust beneath my toes
While the future sun calls winds to blow
And the past and present black-eyed crow
Flies hunting high and circling low
Between dream mountains of our Eden

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Numb/Encore - Lyrics - Road To Revolution Live At Milton Keynes (CD/DVD) - Linkin Park

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Living On A Knife Edge - Lyrics - Hawkwind

Title: Living On A Knife Edge
Artist: Hawkwind
Composer(s): Dave Brock

Lyric:
Every time I go out, I think I'm being checked out
Faceless people watching on a TV screen
Do you begin to sense it just beneath the surface
Reflections of a window whilst walking down the street?

Computers are abused, school records are fed
Police are checking on what you said
The number of your car is fed into a box
Your journey's being checked, it's a paradox

Duplicate forms and ID cards are next in line to disregard
Future generations are relying on us
It's a world we've made, incubus
Future generations are relying on us
It's a world we've made, incubus

Future generations are relying on us
Future generations are relying on us
Future generations are relying on us
It's a world we've made, incubus
Future generations

Living on a knife edge, looking for the ground
Living on a knife edge, looking for the ground
Living on a knife edge, looking for the ground

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Repeat (Stars And Stripes) - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Repeat (Stars And Stripes)
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
I've seen this happen before
This is a message from occupied England
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
From earliest human existence there proved to be
Two fundamental ways of thinking

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Death sentence heritage
Repeat after me
Death camp palace

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

I've seen this happen before
A force of sensationalism, a force of sensationalism
From earliest human existence there proved to be
Two fundamental ways of thinking
What happens to the brains? What happens?
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum

British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

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Cease - Lyrics - The Gray Race - Bad Religion

Title: Cease
Album: The Gray Race
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Greg Graffin

Lyric:
Blacktop pavement cover me
Like a chemical reaction or a steam roller
Spreading randomly
There's a distant pause and low frequency
It tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet
And it shakes the leaves off of every tree violently

What pretension! Everlasting peace
Everything must cease

Institution on the hill
Like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor
To ignite a people's will
There's a shadowed stain on the west facade
It has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud
And the descendants find oh so odd, oh so odd

What pretension! Everlasting peace
Everything must cease

Grave memorial hewn white stone
Like the comforting caress of a mother
Or a friend you've always known
It evokes such pain and significance
What was once, since reduced to remembrance
And the generations passed without recompense, oh

What pretension! Everlasting peace
Everything must cease

What pretension! Everlasting peace
Everything must

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Centuries Of Torment - Lyrics - Gallery Of Suicide - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Centuries Of Torment
Album: Gallery Of Suicide
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Alex Webster

Lyric:
Generations, denying penance
Eternal life reborn time and time again deny
Salvation, I refuse it I will not be saved
Return to human form murder

Heartless, bestial I kill without pity for victims
With untrue gods my instinct will push beyond
Feelings like guilt, remorse or mercy
My flesh holds a soul of

Generations denying virtue
Eternal hate reborn, time and time again
Defy, redemption, spit upon it
Soul they cannot claim, return to kill again, butcher

Unclean spirit, searching
Hunting another life to maim and kill
A beast with brutal will
Lifetimes spent on a quest for blood
And with my death it does not end

Evil reborn for eternity
Centuries of torment
I will not be saved

When I die they beg me to repent, I refuse
I return the past forgotten but evil innate they have lost

They will not be saved
They will die

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Skating Away - Lyrics - Jethro Tull

Title: Skating Away
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): I Anderson

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Lyric:
Meanwhile back in the year one
When you belonged to no one
You didn't stand a chance, son
If your pants were undone

'Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society
One day you'll wake up in the present day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

So as you push off from the shore
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone?

For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should have done

And as you cross the wilderness
Spinning in your emptiness
You feel you have to pray

Looking for a sign
That the Universal Minds
Has written you into the Passion Play

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

And as you cross the circle line
Well, the ice-wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run

And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun

Well, do you ever get the feeling
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense?

Or that everybody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only person
Sitting in the audience?

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away

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Doing Time - Lyrics - How Could Hell Be Any Worse - Bad Religion

Title: Doing Time
Album: How Could Hell Be Any Worse
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Brett W. Gurewitz

Lyric:
See the fight
Old men cryin', deny their ruin
Watch them try the cynic laughs
At the optimist's closed eyes
Darkness falls, curtain calls
The cynic's beer soon overflows
Other watches, has a drink
And from the same cup they drink
I'm doin' time, how long I don't know

William had twenty six, blew his brains out, now look at him
John had only one, watch the mother mourn her only son

I'm doin' time, how long I don't know
I'll kiss goodbye my brain in my head
And go to sleep for generations
And go to sleep for generations
Salvation, cease concentration
You'll only lose the fight
Don't tell me what's wrong or right
You're losing sight
You're just gonna die anyway

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Straighten Up &Amp; Fly Right - Lyrics - Re: Generations - Nat King Cole

Title: Straighten Up &Amp; Fly Right
Album: Re: Generations
Artist: Nat King Cole
Composer(s): Nat King Cole, Irving Mills

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Lyric:
The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on a square
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back
But the monkey grabbed his neck and said "Now listen Jack"

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top
Ain't no use in divin', what's the use of jivin'
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top

The buzzard told the monkey you are chokin' me
Release your hold and I will set you free
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye
And said, "Your story's so touching but it sounds like a lie"

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top
Fly right

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Southland In The Springtime - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: Southland In The Springtime
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Emily Ann Saliers

Lyric:
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 miles to El Paso from the state line
And we never have the money for the flight

I'm in the back seat, sleepy from the travel
Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
And I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black
When the first breath of Texas comes in clean

And there's something 'bout the southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone, it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season

When God made me born a yankee, he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the southland in the springtime

In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath the quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land

There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets it's maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers

And there's something 'bout the southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone, it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season

When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the southland in the springtime

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