Title: Auditorium
Artist: Guided By Voices
Composer(s): Robert Pollard
Lyric:
Post punk X Man parked his fork lift
Like a billion stars flickering from the grinder's wheel
Lower hybrid clad in metal
In subgroup tools
Excused from schools
To fathom hell
See you now
Echo and his brother, Echo and his brother
Fish and Peter the Pig
Will meet where it's big
Auditorium
Auditorium
Auditorium
Auditorium
Title: Tiny Dancer
Artist: Ben Folds
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin
Lyric:
Blue jean, baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyes, pirate smile
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
Oh, how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue jean, baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you should have seen her
Dancing in the sand
Now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Oh, how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
And count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Title: Tiny Dancer
Album: Madman Across The Water
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin
Lyric:
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The Boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh, how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
But oh, how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Title: Favorite Son
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong
Lyric:
He hit the ground running at the speed of light
The star was brightly shining like a neon light
It's your favorite son, it's your favorite son
A fixture on the talkshows to the silver screen
From here to Colorado, he's a sex machine
It's your favorite son, it's your favorite son
But isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag?
Isn't it a drag? It's pretty bloody sad
But isn't it a drag?
A clean-cut all-American, really ain't so clean
His royal auditorium is a murder scene
It's your favorite son, it's your favorite son
Oh, isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag?
Isn't it a drag? It's pretty bloody sad
But isn't it a drag?
Well no one says it's fair turn a teenage lush
To a millionaire
Now where's your fuckin' champion?
On a bed you laid, he's not the
All-American that you thought you paid
It's your favorite son, it's your favorite son
But isn't it a drag?
Title: Quarantined
Artist: At The Drive In
Composer(s): Jim Ward, Cedric Bixler, Pablo Hinojos, Tony Hajjar, Omar Rodriguez
Lyric:
Autonomous machete for hands
Warden and judge hide behind masks
Wet raindrop lull small rationing
Exhumed the rhetoric of
Break the weak in single file
Sanction this outbreak a virus conspires
Push becomes shove, days become months
And I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun
Feeding frenzy, it's contagious
Have trigger, will travel, have trigger, will travel
Feeding frenzy, it's contagious
Have trigger, will travel, have trigger, will travel
Single sparks are spectral fires
Have trigger, will travel, have trigger, will travel
Feeding frenzy, it's contagious
Shackled the grapple and the sentinels found
Binoculars watch cardboard towns
Strung up in webs the net was flung
Over the auditorium
Slave trade the weak, no call to arms
Sanction this outbreak, a virus conspires
Push becomes shove, days become months
And I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun
Feeding frenzy, it's contagious
Have trigger, will travel, have trigger, will travel
A single spark can start a spectral fire
Have trigger, will travel, have trigger, will travel
Feeding frenzy, it's contagious
Have trigger, will travel, have trigger, will travel
A single spark can start a spectral fire
A single spark can start a spectral fire
Have trigger, will travel
A single spark can start a spectral fire
Have trigger, will travel
A single spark can start a spectral fire
Have trigger, will travel
A single spark can start a spectral fire
Title: The Mack Is Back
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Trevor Randolph, Keith Thornton
Lyric:
Yeah, we here tonight, live on stage
Quincy Jones, James Brown, Prince, Madonna
And of course Kool Keith
Take it away, at the Grand Auditorium
Now you're up late, can't get no sleep, I'm outside
Cruisin' down 5th Ave., makin' love in your ride
You want that baby but I'm out here thinkin' maybe
What if you flip but it's okay when you're on my tip
Take off your shoes, don't spread my business news
Reachin' for the rubber tips, it's time to pay your dues
Two girls in the back, bring your friend, make it three
It's the big thing honey, that's the policy
I got to pull down and bring the steel home for you
Break the headboards and tell your girlfriends come over too
Put my motorcycle helmet on and feel the power
Rock and lift the boots, spank the lips for a hour
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
I must show up, scope the cheeks well with clientele
When a sister wants to see me, I should not really tell
I bought some movies, some strippin' joint type of coolies
Boots and thongs, girls flip on my theme songs
They know I damage, with gloves my equipment's on
I got a cape, like Superman, I'ma put it on
Grab the vaseline, make your hiney shine like Mr. Clean
With a purple G-string, you wanna do your own thing
Girls dance for me, pumpin' over me
Big sniff is back, word to honey's crack
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Hello, Room 402
What's happenin' pizzimp?
Yo whassup?
Yo Menelik, I want you to go down the stairs
Get five cases of champagne, order two limousines
Yeah, I got them honies
And check it out yo
Bring five freaks that's ready to do this
Aight, let me just see, I'll be down in a minute
Late night, me Trev and Keith, leave the suite
Three limos deep, with honies greet us downstairs
Prepared to take us, anywhere, tonight's the Grammy's
Afterparty back at the hotel, we're poppin' expensive Perignon
I'm the suave Don, this is the average evening
Of the celebrities, the days are relaxed
It would seem to most, an expensive vacation package
The pay is good in Hollywood
A hustler has to mack in fresh gear
My choise of Rolls Royce
And a duplex location up at Sunset and LaBrea
I'm mackin' in your area
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
Title: Droppin Em
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dwayne Simon, James Todd Smith
Lyric:
Just like Pauline, you all in
Brace yourself, I'm the ace with grace
I'ma win the race and make you feel disgrace
In any case, yo, I'm movin' like a steeplechase
MC soldiers about face
Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you better tape this, yo, you can't escape this
Yo, I planned it out just like a landscapist
Whipper snapper back up for comin' crap up
I plan to trap a MC and kidnap 'em
Phony, so skip the baloney
You and your cronies need to jump on a pony
And roll, 'cause you're just a rookie
When it was time for rap school, you musta played hooky
I'm the show-stopper, your rhymes are improper
I'ma teach you like the master taught the grasshopper
Just gettin' warmer, I'ma transform a
Regular rhyme into a barnstormer
Try to jump, I'll bump you, chump, my job is thorough
Any MC, state city or borough'll get ragged
I drop like a sandbag
Serious as the mob, I don't play tag
Best of the batch, no man can catch up
Hoes can't be passed, a battle's a mismatch
I flip lyrics, like a acrobat
And avoid combat like a diplomat
But when it's time for battles, [Incomprehensible] jacked or killed
It's a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill with my skill
I'm the Lord of the rhymes
And I be writin' at a rate that pace way past my bedtime
I rock the mic unlike some brothers I know
I guess they flow, psych
I'm droppin' 'em
Droppin' 'em
Yo, you're all in, stiff as a mannequin
I'm sharp as a pen and I'ma teach discipline
I get busy like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playin' the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J, I'll never go astray
I'm funky you can hear me at the Milky Way
You're weak, wick raps, I'm cool as jazz
Got razzmatazz ask my man, Shabazz
I know you're afraid because I'm self-made
I invade and blow up like a hand grenade
MC's are terror struck, I'ma run amuck
'Cause your rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck
Just a toy boy, can't stop my convoy
Rhymes I said last year were just decoys
I'm like a fox, you annoy me like chicken pox
I'm back with a style that's unorthodox
You musta had a teaspoon full of bull
I'm like The Hulk, with more bulk, I'm powerful
They try to get with this, to me that's an insult
Boys shouldn't mess with an adult, that's too difficult
I enter like a giant sayin' fee fi foe fum
Then rock the auditorium until it's pandemonium
I'm droppin' 'em
Yo E, droppin' 'em
Don't sleep, 'cause I'ma go deeper
All you sleepers, I'm The Grim Reaper
My rhymes are rising, the angle's gettin' steeper
I hated Mussolini Martini so I'ma sweep a
Emcee, like he's one of the two
Break him into fragments right in front of you
Mic check one, two, is too fundamental
My rhymes are monumental over an instrumental
In the center I had to enter
Tormentor, mentor, experimenter and inventor
Of lyrics, so all you non-believers
It'll echo in your dreams at night when you receive a
Rude awakening, you can't do anything
You enter my kingdom and you cry as men bring
Gifts to the prince of excellence and magnificence
Alarm clock rings, you wake up, and you're convinced
That the crew invader, soloist exterminator
Greater evader of ducks, concert crusader
Is bad, my nickname's the circuit breaker
Eatin' up the world, acre by acre
I'm droppin' 'em
Word to mother, droppin' 'em
Know what I'm sayin'? Straight 'til 1999, droppin' 'em
Yo, year 2000, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Audi man, yo, I'm droppin' 'em
Title: Glamour Life
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Lashan Lewis, C Rios
Lyric:
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks
Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo
Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up?
Stick around
Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my man Tony Montana
Stand and pose in front of cameras
With my golden silk pajamas on smoking Havanas, drinking Don P
Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the Diamante
Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire
Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamin's
'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense
I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York
Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts
I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino
Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters
I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics
Sitting on top of the world like the sun
A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
Ripped off from the infinity
Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity
Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
All eyes I be, on the quest for loot
Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker
Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha
Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun
(Get the motherfucking gun)
Since [unverified] become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's
Dirty rats pack gats for cheese bullets of breeze at light speed
Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds
Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys
Please, no remorse for your two face
Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase
You about to take who's place? Not Seis
Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace
The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
Yo, it's the motherfucking Don Cartagena
The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira
Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit
My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
Hollow tips an', cop killers with the [unverified]
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke
Always broke with your lazy ways
Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex
In the back seat, having rough sex
I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit
Think twice, I give Christ your kids
I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning
I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
I'll like the Yakuza run the Orient
Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went
Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium
She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian
8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium
Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia
Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke
Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'
Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordan's
Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance
Currency's gonna murder me, it's never enough
Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff
Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us
My life, my life
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right
Enough for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight
Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light
The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live
I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother
Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer
The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
Minimize, send them to Christ in the after life
Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it
Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit
Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life
Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life
Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch
Title: Tornadoes
Album: The Dirty South
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): Patterson Hood, Mike Cooley, Jason Isbell, Brad Morgan, Shonna Tucker
Lyric:
The clouds started forming, five o'clock pm
The funnel clouds touched down five miles north of Russellville
The siren's were blowing, clouds spat rain
And as the thing came through, I swear, it sounded like a train
"It came without no warning", said Bobby Jo McLean
She and husband Nolen always loved to watch the rain
It sucked him out the window, he ain't come home again
All she can remember's that it sounded like a train
Pieces of that truckstop
Litter up the highway
I been told
And I hear that missing trucker ended up in Kansas
Maybe it was Oz
The Nightmare Tour ended for my band and me
The night, all the shit went down
Homecoming concert, the night the tornadoes hit my home town
The few who braved the weather got sucked out of the auditorium
I can still remember, sound of their applause in the rain
As it echoed through them storm clouds, I swear, it sounded like a train
Title: My Life Is In Storage
Album: Honeycomb
Artist: Frank Black
Composer(s): Charles Thompson
Lyric:
I had a castle, I had no hassles
Now tears are tassels
You're sure to know it, just when you blow it
Then you can stow it
My life is in storage
My life is in storage
Come take a voyage to personal storage
And we will forage
Leashes for my hounds, my tools for my grounds
Speakers for my sounds
My life is in storage
My life is in storage
Here are the pictures of permanent fixtures
Now they're just pictures
Lying in this stack, baking in this shack
Of things I can't get back
My life is in storage
My life is in storage
What life has become, stored here for a sum
I hauled it, I feel dumb
I got my lock and key, I paid a man his fee
Now I wait and see
My life is in storage
My life is in storage
I believe in your perfect face
I believe in your place in the sun
Can we leave now, this dusty space?
Can we have a little fun?
I was standing at the podium
Though I was a little drunk
To the darkened auditorium
I delivered my funk
You were standing at the edge of the light
Trying not to be too impressed
I was trying for the sake of the night
Not to be too depressed
I called you on the telephone
From a hotel in Beverly Hills
And though I was scared to the bone
You were giving me thrills
I believe in your perfect face
I believe in your place in the sun
Can we leave now, this dusty space?
Can we have a little fun?
Title: Tiny Dancer
Artist: Ben Folds Five
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin
Lyric:
Blue jean, baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyes, pirate smile
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
Oh, how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue jean, baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you should have seen her
Dancing in the sand
Now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Oh, how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
And count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Title: Metal Messiah
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Raymond Tipton, Christopher Tsangarides
Lyric:
Holy Satan begs he don't make no sense
Striving down there to recruit all of you
Do not live in sin or taste the fear again
Someone's coming back, fuck the almanacs
Premonition say, ?Better step away?
Skeptics preach a lot watch in aftershock
Heed the prophecies in your offices
Someone out the blue explodes into view
The time is near, the day has dawned
Be prepared for what's to come
He's the Man, Armageddon
Walking through fire, Metal Messiah
He's the One, the Father the Son
Creator, destroyer, Metal Messiah
Heaven's in a state someone's at the gate
Crashing isn't cool he don't know the rules
Stepping in he says time to rock the place
Like they've got a choice then all hell breaks loose
Hell ain't ready for what he's got in store
Time you fuckers had change of management
Better fornicate before it's too late
Cranks the power up as he detonates
Never too late to extricate
In the event die or repent
He's the Man, Armageddon
Walking through fire Metal messiah
He's the One, the Father the son
Creator, destroyer, Metal Messiah
You can pray to him auditorium
Buy the merchandise cheap at twice the price
Rising up above with his decibels
He's come down to earth next to universe
Never too late to extricate
In the event die or repent
The time is near, the day has dawned
Be prepared for what's to come
He's the Man, Armageddon
Walking through fire Metal Messiah
He's the One, the Father the Son
Creator, destroyer, Metal Messiah
Metal Messiah, Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done
Will be done
Metal Messiah, Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done
Will be done
Metal Messiah, Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done
Will be done
Metal Messiah, Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done
Will be done
Metal Messiah, Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done
