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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Books From Boxes - Lyrics - Maximo Park

Title: Books From Boxes
Artist: Maximo Park
Composer(s): Justin Hayward

Lyric:
Night falls and towns become circuit boards
We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving
From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares
And all I know is that you're sat here right next to me
We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe
Right now I feel each and every fragment

This paper trail leads right back to you
You say you need me to step outside

You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered Polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run you said you knew that this would happen

Well, this is something new
But it turns out it was borrowed too
Why does every letdown have to be so thin?
Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed
I feel the weight upon your kiss ambiguous

You have to leave, I appreciate that
But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp

You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered Polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run you said you knew that this would happen

Two bodies in motion
This is a matter of fact, it wasn't built to last
Two bodies in motion
This is a matter of fact, it wasn't built to last

You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered Polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run you said you knew that this would happen

The pounding rain continued its bleak fall
And we decided just to write after all, after all
The pounding rain continued its bleak fall
We decided just to write after all

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Bridging The Gap - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Bridging The Gap
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Salaam Remi, Mckinley Morganfield, Mel London, Olu Dara, Nasir Jones, Ellas Mcdaniel

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Lyric:
The light is there, yeah yeah
See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive

Let's go, hey hey hey hey
Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered
Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it
But I'm still number one, everyday real
Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel
'Cause I'm my own master
My Pop told me, "Be your own boss keep integrity at every cost"
And his home was Natchez Mississippi
Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy

Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap
The history of music on this track
Born in the game, discovered my father's music
Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain
But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids
Some are well-known, some doin' bids
I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks
If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo

See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive

The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues
Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's
Old school, new school, know school rules
All these years I been voicin' my blues
I'm a artist from the start, hip-hop guided my heart
Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent
But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with

Books to read, like X and stuff
'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia
In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of
Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up
'Cause none'a them would like my style
Read more books than the curriculum profile
Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child
'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild"

I was born in Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Moved to New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man, the great-greatest man alive

Hey hey hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone
He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home
Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu
Come on, tell 'em 'bout all the places you gone to

I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique
Madagascar, Paris, Greece
The Middle Africa is where we lived
Better known as Queenbridge

Nas, Nas you don't stop
Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop
Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop
From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop
Tell 'em Pop

See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive
Rest in peace Ray Charles

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Friday, August 20, 2010

A Part Hate - Lyrics - Hat Full Of Stars - Cyndi Lauper

Title: A Part Hate
Album: Hat Full Of Stars
Artist: Cyndi Lauper
Composer(s): T Gray, Cyndi Lauper, D Thornton

Lyric:
Somber sister
This is a strange and bitter fruit
Because you taught me to sing
And the rhythm in my heart
And the rhythm in my feet is -

Why are the rainbows
Stolen from the sky
And locked up in boxes
Yellow, black, red and white
Like birds in their cages
Beating their wings on the bars
And there's a song that they're singing
It's a word in the world
It's a word in their hearts

A part hate
I heard a man say
Tear apart hate
And I saw hope in his face
A part hate
Where the color of love
Slips away

Why are the children
Carrying guns, not books
Drug dealing, not learning
The golden rule
And the idea of freedom
Not just the same
Castle in the sky
Haunted by white-sheeted ghouls
Filled with hate me
And hate you
And proud of it too

A part hate
Heard a woman saying
Tear apart hate
And I saw hope in her face
A part hate
Where the color of love
Slips away

Why are the people
Running down the block
Rock throwing, not knowing
What else to do
But I'm just a spectator
And I can never know the pain
But when I hear
That whip cracking
I cry out tears of anger
I cry out tears of shame

A part hate
I heard myself say
Tear apart hate
And I saw hope in my face
A part hate
Where the color of love
Slips away

Tear apart hate tear apart hate
Tear apart hate tear apart hate
Tear apart hate tear apart hate
A Part Hate

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