Colored People - Lyrics - Welcome To The Freak Show: DC Talk Live In Concert - Dc Talk

Title: Colored People
Album: Welcome To The Freak Show: DC Talk Live In Concert
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): George Cocchini, Toby Mckeehan

Lyric:
1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

Pardon me, your epidermis is showing, sir
I couldn't help but note your shade of melanin
I tip my hat to the colorful arrangement
'Cause I see the beauty in the tones of our skin

We've gotta come together
And thank the Maker of us all

We're colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We're colored people, and they call us the human race
We've got a history so full of mistakes
'Cause we are colored people who depend on a Holy Grace

1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's heart
By God's design, we are a skin kaleidoscope

We've gotta come together
Aren't we all human after all?

We're colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We're colored people, and they call us the human race
We've got a history so full of mistakes
'Cause we are colored people who depend on a holy grace

Ignorance has wronged some races
And vengeance is the Lord's
If we aspire to share this space
Repentance is the cure

1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

Well, just a day in the shoes of a color blind man
Should make it easy for you to see
That these diverse tones do more than cover our bones
As a part of our anatomy

We're colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We're colored people, and they call us the human race
We've got a history so full of mistakes
'Cause we are colored people who depend on a holy grace

We're colored people, and they call us the human race
Oh, colored people
We're colored people, and we all gotta share this space
Yeah we've got to come together somehow
We're colored people, and we live in a tainted world
Red, yellow, black and white
We're colored people, every man, woman, boy, and girl
Colored people, colored people, colored people, colored people, yeah

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Tomorrow People - Lyrics - Cyberpank - Billy Idol

Title: Tomorrow People
Album: Cyberpank
Artist: Billy Idol
Composer(s): Billy Idol, Mark Younger-Smith, Robin Hancock

Lyric:
A time warp scene, a sci-fi story
A dirt colored love, you hope for glory
I like to fight, I kill global oppression
If I quit, no hope of redemption

Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long, tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone for how long
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people

Well, you know I' free on arrival
Left behind my babe, by guilt of survival
I don't know where I'm runnin' to
I lost my love, lost my hold, I lost my heaven too

Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long, tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone, for how long
For how long, tomorrow people

Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long, tomorrow people, yeah
I laugh tomorrow gone for how long
Soon come tomorrow people
Tomorrow people, yeah come on, loud

Now my life is truly misspent
I said I'm here to tell you
To tell you that I won't repent
World war three, death, pain
It's fate and let's do it again

Tomorrow man
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow man
Tomorrow people

A time warp scene
A sci-fi story
(Tomorrow people)
A dirt colored sky
New hope for glory
(Tomorrow man)

I like to fight
I kill global oppression
(Tomorrow people)
When I quit, new hope for redemption

Blue eyes crying in the rain
Tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone
Tomorrow people

Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people

Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people

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Melting Pot - Lyrics - Boyzone

Title: Melting Pot
Artist: Boyzone
Composer(s): Roger Greenway, Roger Cook

Lyric:
Big enough now
And we gonna keep stirring, stirring
Big enough now

Take a pinch of white man
Wrap it up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of Red Indian boy

Curly, black and kinky
Oriental sexy
If you lump it all together
Well, you've got a recipe

For a get along scene
Oh what a beautiful dream
If it could only come true
You know, you know

What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turning out coffee colored people by the score

Rabbis and the friars
Bishops and the gurus
We had the Beatles and the Sun Gods
A long time ago, it's true

But then it didn't really matter
What religion you choose
No, no, no

Mick and Lady Faithful
Lord and Mrs. Graceful
You know the living could be tasteful

Why don't we all get together
In a loving machine
I'd better call up the Queen
It's only fair that she knows
You know, you know

What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turning out coffee colored people by the score

What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough, big enough
To take the world and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turning out coffee colored people by the score

What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough, big enough
To take the world and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turning out coffee colored people by the score

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Some People Change - Lyrics - When The Sun Goes Down - Kenny Chesney

Title: Some People Change
Album: When The Sun Goes Down
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Michael Dulaney, Jason Sellers, Neil Thrasher

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Lyric:
His old man was a rebel yeller, bad boy to the bone
He'd say, "Can't trust a colored feller"
He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin
He was raised to think like his dad, narrow minded full of hate
On the road to nowhere fast, till the grace of God got in the way
Then he saw the light and hit his knees and cried and said a prayer
Rose up a brand new man and left the old one right there

Here's to the strong, thanks to the brave
Don't give up hope, some people change
Against all odds, against the grain
Love finds a way, some people change

She was born with her mother's habit
Guess you could say it's in her blood
She hates it that she's got to have it
She fills her glass up, and she'd love to kill that bottle
But all she can think about is a better life, a second chance
And everyone she's lettin' down, she throws that bottle down

Here's to the strong, thanks to the brave
Don't give up hope, some people change
Against all odds, against the grain
Love finds a way, some people change

Thank God to those who make it
Let them be the light

(Some people change)
Here's to the strong, thanks to the brave
Don't give up hope, some people change
Against all odds, against the grain
Love finds a way, some people change
Some people change, some people change

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Psychedelic Shack - Lyrics - Temptations

Title: Psychedelic Shack
Artist: Temptations
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

Lyric:
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at

People let me tell you about a place I know
To get in it don't take much dough
Where you can really do your thing, oh yeah
It's got a neon sign outside that says
Come in and take a look at your mind
You'd be surprised what you might find, yeah

Strobe lights flashin' on signs empty after sundown--1:15
People gather there from all parts of town, oh yeah
What do I call it, you know it's just across the track
People I'm talking about the psychedelic shack

Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at, oh yeah

You can have your fortune told
You can learn the meaning of soul
There ain't no such thing as time
Incense in the air, 'in signs painted everywhere
I guarantee you this place will blow your mind
Music so high, you can't get over it, so low, you can't get under it

Right around the corner
Oh yeah just across the track
People I'm talking about the psychedelic shack

Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at, oh yeah

Millionaires, kings and queens, go there to do their things
You might see anybody there, yeah
Bear skin rugs, tails and beads
Don't really matter what you wear
You can take off your shoes, sit on the floor
Join in and be what you wanna be

Don't you know it's right around the corner
Oh yeah just across the track
People I'm talking about the psychedelic shack

Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at
Psychedelic shack, that's where it's at, oh yeah

They got a cat there shouting the blues
Talking about payin' some dues
People walking around reciting poetry
Screamin' guitars and a thousand colored lights
People I'm telling you this place is really out of sight

You can have your fortune told
You can learn the meaning of soul
I guarantee this place will blow your mind

Don't you know it's right around the corner
Oh yeah, just across the track

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Climb - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Climb
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): W Erving, T Dunn, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
La da da

People climbed into the night like space suits
People stepped into the night like moon boots
Marching like moon troops
In their zoot colored zoot suits

People climbed into the night like cool wells
Shiny bottles in their hands
Drinking their new selves
They say it's their true selves

People climbed up in the night like green trees
They were hanging from the night like green leaves
Buzzing like queen bees

People climbed into the night like space suits
People stomped inside the night
Stomping and stomping and stomping
And stomping and stomping

Where are they going? What's the rush?
Everybody's embraced but so out of touch, hey

Nighttime is when the things get heavy
You feel alone and you want somebody
Loneliness whispers desperate measures
And you're frantic all by yourself

Nighttime is when the things get heavy
You feel alone and you want somebody
Loneliness whispers desperate measures

Baby, don't make no fast moves
Baby, don't make no fast moves
Baby, don't make no fast moves
Baby, don't make no fast moves tonight

La da da

People stomped inside the night
Let me climb into the night, let me climb

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Real People - Lyrics - Be - Common

Title: Real People
Album: Be
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye Omari West, Caesar J Frazier

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
You know how me and 'Ye do
Yeah

Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does people walk and talk in they sleep
Cold sweats and wet dreams on how to get green
Our faith is all in a jeep black souls raw and they deep
Hypes tryna talk with no teeth, shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another

Whatchu expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother?
Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region
Through the pain, wish they knew that God was just teachin'
We want decent homes, so dreams we say out loud
Like speaker phones, just to keep 'em on

It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on
I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong
Somehow through the dust, I could see the dawn
Like the Bishop Magic Juan that's why I write freedom songs
For the real people

I wonder if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi
We're the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs
We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge

They say the dope game is sour
Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for hours
Come to your crib and devour all that you work for
Must be more than paper these niggaz hurt for
Through the purple haze I circle days I rhyme that work for pays
Tryna reverse the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality

Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya
It's real people

Black men walking wit white girls on they arms
I be mad at 'em as if I know they mom's
Told to go beyond the surface a person's a person
When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen

The weary cursin' the sky talkin' to themselves
Givin' they version of why help and hurt in they eye
I live across from it some of it I do be in
I be showin' niggaz lives like UPN it's real people

Yeah
For you and yours
Good music forever, yeah
Rock on, we keep on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
The real

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Happy Colored Marbles - Lyrics - Ween

Title: Happy Colored Marbles
Artist: Ween
Composer(s): Aaron Freeman, Michael Melchiondo

Lyric:
Most people are not okay
But they're taking their siestas in the sun
Got some ideas on the way it should be
But most of 'em just carrying on

Happy colored marbles that are rolling in my head
I put 'em back in the jacket of the one I love
Carry that velvet sack full of pretty colored marbles
And I'll ask you for 'em back, when I'm ready and done

Most people are not okay
And they're slackin' 'cause the job ain't done
Fillin' up on the poison nut
And getting down till the dawn

Happy colored marbles that are rolling in my head
I put 'em back in the jacket of the one I love
Carry that velvet sack full of pretty colored marbles
And I'll ask you for 'em back, when I'm ready and done

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Sugar Mountain - Lyrics - Live Rust (Live) - Neil Young

Title: Sugar Mountain
Album: Live Rust (Live)
Artist: Neil Young
Composer(s): Neil Young

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Lyric:
Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon

It's so noisy at the fair
But all your friends are there
And the candy floss you had
And your mother and your dad

Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon

There's a girl just down the aisle
Oh to turn and see her smile
You can hear the words she wrote
As you read the hidden note

Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon

Now you're underneath the stairs
And you're giving' back some glares
To the people that you met
And it's your first cigarette

Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon

Now you say you're leaving' home
'Cause you want to be alone
Ain't it funny how you feel
When you're finding' out it's real?

Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon

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Soul Controller - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Soul Controller
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Anthony Latief King

Lyric:
Yeah, uh
I'd like to say peace to all the Gods and Earths
And people of the universe
(Peace Allah)
Just wanna let you know the black man's first
(Original Man)
We gonna drop a little somethin' like this knahmsayin'
On how we feel on the real check it, yo, uh, uh

Who tells you when to work?
(The devil)
Who tells you when you get a day off?
(The devil)
Well who gives you your pay?
(The damn devil)
And who takes it away?
(The devil)

You mean to tell me that we're still not a slave
In the land of free and the home of the brave?
(Mm)
Knowledge Cipher, divided by power equals wisdom
But you know we have to start with knowledge first

Divine evil's what disperse in a hearse
Situation that we in, some people sayin' that we're cursed
The lack of the knowledge of ourselves makes it worse
Science that we drop, make the average head burst

So do the knowledge on the very next verse
I heard a brother say
"I wash the clothes, I cook your food, I pay your rent"
Now is that how the story went?
Emphatically no, singer singin' that weak wisdom knowledge
Shit Haji God is here to cancel it

So just ring the alarm, another devil's dying, boohoo
Just ring the alarm, an Uncle Tom is tryin', boohoo

I didn't come to conceal it, I come to reveal it
The true and living God with the son of man
(Son of man)
And if you ever need assistance just take my hand
Black man be prepared cause here comes the Klan

Now my great great Grand, was hung on a tree
By the colored man you probably know him as a white man
I seen a Oprah Winfrey show, she said that was in the past
But kiss my
(Bitch, ass)

Now it's time to teach the people, why our people's not
Treated equal, here's the next sequel
(Speak on it God)
Askin' taller than the tallest wall, you ever saw
Sincere gave the God a call, we boost it from the mall

Long as it's a devil I'ma take it
If a devil catch me right, I leave him butt naked
(Yes sir, yes sir)
Word is bond, test the God, I don't fake it

Yeah, yeah, uh
Now here it go
(Here we come)
The soul controller
(Soul controller)
The soul controller
(Soul controller)
The soul controller, yeah

Now wake up, wake up, 'cause you went back to sleep
Grab a hold of your mental 'cause this next verse is deep
Now check out the thing and what they did to Rodney King
That goes to show ya, who controls ya

The devil man when brothers went lootin' in Cali
They used the corder-cam, the same as the police man
But I bet my last bottom dollar G
The brothers that they picked up won't go free

See I'm a, disbeliever when it comes to jungle fever
Aiyyo God you trust the devil? Me neither
(Now Cipher)
Now brothers say, "Why you diss the church like Ock?"
'Cause if church was good for us, it wouldn't be on every block
Of our neighborhood, just like a liquor store

It just ain't no good they represent the ten percent
Now Momma Lova has no loot but she'll spend her last dime
To make sure her child has an Easter suit
What is this with Christmas, I just can't see

Spendin' your money, givin' the credit
To a fat man comin' down your chimney
(C'mon)
I just can't see it, it's like TV tellin' lies to your vision
Haji God is here to make the incision
The soul controller, uh

Yeah, the soul controller, word is bond
The soul controller, the soul controller, check it
As we come with the twelve jewels we know and understand
The knowledge, wisdom, understanding, it's freedom, justice, equality
Food, clothing, shelter and love, peace and happiness
So as we say A, B, C

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40 - Zoom - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Zoom
Artist: E
Composer(s): B Kante, L Richie, E Stevens, R La Pread

Lyric:
Uhh, I come from nothin
Come up, I come from nothin
To get it crankin right here
Right here?
Turma-turmoil, torment and turmoil
Uh ooh
We been in bondage for years
For how long?
Trapped up in the ghetto
Yea that's true
Dang, I got a dream though
Fiction
Tryin to make my own progress
That's fictionary

ZOOM
Even though the streets mob filthy, lights burned out (out)
Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth
Niggaz are starvin, some of my niggaz is havin they cash
Niggaz is ballin, parkin they car, all on the grass
Livin it up to the fullest platinum colored jew-els and organized glass
Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass
I'm lookin out the window while you play Nintendo
You drive a Navigator, I drive a Pinto
I was there, nothin polite, me and my fools
The ghetto, field mice and rat drippings up in my shoes
A rebel, without a pause, commodes n stars
No toilet tissue, dirty doodoo stains up in my draws

Ooh zoom, I like, to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I, found a love, that I long to see
And people, who be, who they want to beeee, ho

I never had, lobster in my life (or what?)
Or teriyaki steaks, just sardines and spam and cornflakes
Pacific Bell done put me on restriction once again
I can't call out, but you can call in
Can barely think straight, barely keep focus
My crackhead cousin spent the night (what we got) now we got roaches
(Damn!) Here lies my property, no composure
Six months behind on my mortgage, house under fo'closure
Momma ain't feelin too good, she diabetic
Scared of needles hospitals ambulance paramedics
And I'm the oldest of fo', sleepin on the flo'
Watchin TV channels we used to borrow cable from next do'

Ooh zoom, I like, to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I, found a love, that I long to see
And people, who be, who they want
Who they want to beeee, yea! HAHAHHHHHH

I seen it in a dream, a big white home, looked like a office building
An old school Brougham with a sunroof ceiling
Thug living, sixty-four ounce of drinkin thinkin
"How could I come up, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Drug dealin, leelin and dealin tryin to make a million
Blood spillin, driveby walk up to that nigga peel him
Back then I was blind, penetentiary chance at jail
Livin off my gahl for hella long she worked at Taco Bell
And if the heater ain't workin and it's freezin cold
We open up the oven and turn on the stove
Survival, granddaddy's appreciation revival church
Of pentacostal, we raised money by givin car washes

Ooh zoom, I like, to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I, found a love, that I long to see
And people, who be, who they want
Who they want to beeee, yea
Iiiiiiii

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Halfsharkalligatorhalfman - Lyrics - Dr. Octagonecologyst - Dr. Octagon

Title: Halfsharkalligatorhalfman
Album: Dr. Octagonecologyst
Artist: Dr. Octagon
Composer(s): Daniel Nakamura

Lyric:
I would have been completely dead had it not been for the Shark Man
Shark Man? Judging from his appearance, that's the most
Appropriate name I could come up with for him
I hate this kid, this uh, thing you're talking about
It had the body of a shark and the arms and face of a man?
That's the chap, holy jumping jack fish

Yes, you have met the dangerous, 208 year old uncle of Dr. Octagon
I myself Mr. Gerbik, half-shark, half-man, skin like alligator
Carrying a dead walrus, check it

With my white eyes, gray hair, face is sky blue yellow
Sideburns react, my skin is colored lilac
My skin turn orange and green in the limousine
People think I'm mixed with shark, drinking gasoline

Underwater I breathe and let loose on my sleeve
Walking down Hollywood Boulevard with a credit card
Three alligators behind me, feel my skin is hard
Transvestites, and people watch space parasites

I left his head in the store, legs in the street
Body in Wilcox, with blood dripping off my feet
L.A.P.D. through gray clouds couldn't see me
I first turned rainbow, closed my eyes, watch my brain glow
People got scared and ranned away they think I'm weird
I was born this way, halfsharkalligator, is he weird??

Halfsharkalligatorhalfman, half man, half shark
Halfsharkalligatorhalfman, half man, half shark

My vomit fluctuates, covers your skull like protoplasm
Lightning bugs turn pink, on my tongue catches spasms
Green elephants, I battle streets with a zebra
My mechanism is more than Dionne's psychic voodoo

African beads, snake skins, cold script through you my medical passes
You can't see, with greedy glasses
Carbon dioxide, pour right through em with gases
My description dinosaur

I was made half shark, half man, my skin is like razor blades
Seven, oh, seven, Mr. Gerbik
Verbally no one change my thoughts, animals fly from Philly
My appetites more big it's time for wildabeasts
Adjust my skulls, seven eyes switch hydraulic scribbles
And shrimps, mack gorillas like a pimp, half shark, alligator man

Halfsharkalligatorhalfman, half man, half shark
Halfsharkalligatorhalfman, half man, half shark
Halfsharkalligatorhalfman, half man, half shark
Halfsharkalligatorhalfman, half man, half shark

In my real world, orangutans dance for Thanksgiving
With skeleton bones and skunk tails, is my mission
Holding backward raps to all my power packs
Baboons clap and girl horses wanna hit the sack

We're too bold for ocean water, monkeys sniffin' ice
Contact Jupiter pools Martians bring my rice
I'm out flyin' with purple capes in the twilight
Ooh, ooh, ooh, tonight's the night
My oxygen region's, New York to California, half shark alligator, half man

It takes a supreme feat of strength to swim through
The water plows while dragging two hundred
And fifty pounds on your back the crocodile's teeth
Are designed to seize and hold, not to cut through skin

During all the hours the somber lay in the water
But are unable to penetrate the deer's tough hide
The crocodiles make a few token objections but in the end
Give up the struggle

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It'S Alright, Ma (I'M Only Bleeding) - Lyrics - Bringing All Back Home - Bob Dylan

Title: It'S Alright, Ma (I'M Only Bleeding)
Album: Bringing All Back Home
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays
Wasted words proved to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
Feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be
One more person crying

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound in your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

Some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred

Disillusioned words are like a bullet's bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
Easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of the evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to the hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

Though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's people's games, you got to dodge
But it's alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs that con
You into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
Someone thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma to live up to

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
Money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False Gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say alright, I've had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life and life only

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Peter Bazooka - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Peter Bazooka
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Joesph Genaro, Dean Sabatino, Rodney Underman, David Schulthise

Lyric:
Tuesday, yes, it was Tuesday
When I saw my congressman coming out of the titty bar
He didn't look like my congressman but that's okay
Nobody really looks like themselves anymore

I think it's got something to do with that crap
They've been pouring into the water
I decided it might be wise to follow the congressman
Just to see what he was up to

After all, my tax dollars do pay his salary
The congressman got into a taxi, so I hailed a taxi
Despite the obvious dangers involved
And the colored voices in my head began to sing

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

The congressman was in taxi number 23
And I was in cab 17
But numbers are meaningless
In this kind of cat and squid game

My driver was an Aries
And he laughed when I said, "Follow that cab"
And he kept laughing
Until he saw the cold blue steel of Little Elvis

"Keep your god-damn hands off that radio", I warned him
"I work for the government"
This is actually a half truth
I'm really a bike courier

But I make a lot of deliveries
To government offices
That's where I heard about the cheese
And the colored voices in my head kept singing

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

There's this super secret government program called
"Operation the cheese stands alone"
It's the congressmen's pet project
They claim that they're giving surplus cheese to the needy

I, of course, have my suspicions
After 15 very quiet minutes
The congressman's cab pulled up outside a warehouse
I had the Aries circle around the building and drop me off

He seemed to be grasping the importance of my mission
Since he said I didn't have to pay him
As long as I promised to stay very far away from him and his taxi
I swear, some people just don't want to get involved

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

So I walked into that cold dark place
Little Elvis drawn and ready for action
I too was ready, ready for the moment
When I would be a real American

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

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Straight Up Nigga - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Straight Up Nigga
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow, Grandmaster Melle Me

Lyric:
Yo check this out a lot of people be gettin' mad
'Cause I use the word 'nigga' you know what I'm sayin'?
They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga'
They say you a black man
Yo, I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand that
So I'ma say what I wanna say
I call myself what I wanna call myself, you know what I'm sayin'?
So they need to stay off my dick, you know?

Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are
'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R
Black people might get mad 'cause they don't see
That they're looked upon as a nigga just like me

I'm a nigga, not a colored man or a black
Or a negro or Afro-American, I'm all that
Yes, I was born in America, true
Does South Central look like America to you?

I'm a nigga, a straight up nigga from a hard school
Whatever you are I don't care, that is you fool
I'm loud and proud well endowed with the big beef
Out on the corner I hang out like a horse thief

So you can call me dumb or crazy
Ignorant, stupid, inferior or lazy
Silly or foolish but I'm badder and bigger
And most of all I'm a straight up nigga

That's right, I'm a nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Lord Finesse is my motherfuckin' nigga, you know?
Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga
That's right they're my niggas

I'm a nigga in America and that much I flaunt
'Cause when I see what I like yo I take what I want
I'm not the only one that's why I'm not bitter
'Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga

America was stole from he Indians, show and prove
What was that? A straight up nigga move
A low down shame, yo it's straight insane
Yet they complain when a nigga snatch their gold chains

What is nigga suppose to do?
Wait around for a handout from a nigga like you?
That's why a low down nigga gets hyped
But I'm not a nigga of that type

I'm a steak and lobster eatin', billionaire meetin'
Cash money makin', movin' shakin'
Corporate jet glidin', limousine ridin'
Writin' hits, filthy rich straight up nigga
That's right, I'm a nigga

Now I'ma write this song though the radio won't play it
But I got freedom of speech so I'ma say it
She wanna be lez he wanna be gay
But that's your business I'm straight so nigga have it your way

Those who hate me I got somethin' for ya
A nigga with cash a nigga with a lawyer
Not a watermelon cheatin' an' eating nigga down south
But a nigga that'll smack the taste from your mouth

A contemplating thinking, best champagne drinkin'
Ten inch givin', extra large livin'
Mercedes Benz drivin', strivin' to survivin'
All the way livin' and kickin' hi fivin'

Strokin' rap and happenin' deal doing
Fly in from Cali to chill with the crewin'
Grindin' groovin' fly girlie grabbin'
Horny gun shootin' long haired havin'
Nigga, straight up nigga
Nigga, straight up nigga

Nigga, that's right fool look at me
Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree
But all you KKK type grave diggers
Ease back fool 'cause I'm a trigger nigga

I work real hard for my livin'
But I don't sell or brake bullshit thanksgivin'
Sit up like some fool and eat turkey
That's the day your forefathers jerked me

Shipped us all over here in locks and chains
Split us up twistin' up a nigga's brain
Now you keep me in constant sweat
But I'm a nigga that you'll never forget

A black bad, iron clad, always mad
Fly nigga takin' off from a helipad
Rolex stylin', buck wilin', cap pilin'
Sportin' link chinks and medallions

Incollectible high tech, cashin' seven digit checks
And still breakin' necks
The ultimate male supreme, white woman's dream
Big dick straight up nigga

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Party On The Mountain - Lyrics - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Title: Party On The Mountain
Artist: Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Composer(s): Jeff Hanna

Lyric:
There'll be a party on the mountain
People dancing on a hill
Our song will reach across the valley
Take a day off from the mill

There'll be a high lit celebration
We'll string colored lights through pine
There'll be a party on the mountain
If you say that you'll be mine

Be a party on the mountain
Coleslaw, pickles sweetened dill
We'll roast ham and turkey
Make purchases from the still

There'll be a red potato salad
Deviled eggs and custard pie
There'll be a party on the mountain
If you say that you'll be mine

Women clear the dishes
As the sun was goin' down
Then some ladies suggested
It was time to hit the town

?No way Jose, we'll stay?
And with the fire glowin'
With the music groovin'
It's too late for slowin' down

We'll party on the mountain
There'll be dancing on the hill
Our song will reach across the valley
Take a day off from the mill

There'll be a high lit celebration
We'll string colored lights through pine
There'll be a party on the mountain
If you say that you'll be mine

Be a party on the mountain
If you say that you'll be mine

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It'S Alright, Ma - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: It'S Alright, Ma
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon, there is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more person crying

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all, except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred

Our preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An' all the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on all around you

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be
Nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize and say, "God bless him"

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he's in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False goals, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say, "Okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?"

And if my thought dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only

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Autumn Almanac - Lyrics - The Singles Collection - Kinks

Title: Autumn Almanac
Album: The Singles Collection
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack, it's all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-colored yellow
So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

Friday evenings, people get together
Hiding from the weather, tea and toasted
Buttered currant buns, can't compensate
For lack of sun because the summer's all gone

La la la la, oh my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La la la la, oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

I like my football on a Saturday
Roast beef on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool for my holidays
Sit in the open sunlight

This is my street and I'm never gonna to leave it
And I'm always gonna to stay here if I live to be ninety-nine
'Cause all the people I meet, seem to come from my street
And I can't get away because it's calling me, come on home
Hear it calling me, come on home

La la la la, oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La la la la, oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Bop bop bop bop bop, whoa
Bop bop bop bop bop, whoa

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40 - Lifestyles - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Lifestyles
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl T Stevens, Steve Vicious

Lyric:
Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle
Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray
Turf tight, soil block warrior from the avenue
Mean muggin' like I'm mad at you

Boiler make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew
Celebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the lifestyle of a thug
A hooligan a heathen wolverine
Everybody on my team got a triple beam

Tossin' candy to the dope fiends
Million dollar spot, million dollar dreams
Four or five different colored techa-marines
Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones

Plushed out SUV's smokin' Leprechaun
Flowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up
Lost tryin' to get where we gettin'
Talking to the operator on my OnStar system

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath
Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red like a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive

When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine
Funkin' like its goin' out of style
Mo' beef than a cow speakin' ebonics
Evonics and broken English from Venus

Intelligent hoodlums and geniuses
From the inner city Al Capones and Frank Nittys
From the ruler to the tutor hubba heada shoota
In the back for a hubble rock or crack

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

I just look like this but I'm really about my scratch
See what it is I want the po-pos to think that
I'm just as square as a box of apple jacks
I shoot craps drive GMC Avalanches and EXT Cadillacs

If you snooze you lose I know you got a lot a trust in your dudes
But check for traps and clues nobody's playin' by the rules anymore
Not even the people that made 'em up
My hood is corrupted and full of infidel one poverty

Not too much faithfulness mostly all betrayal
Mostly all my folks is dead or locked away in jail
Speakin' about some people that I miss
Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith

Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe
And OG dead brother Fab the big homie
Hillside representin' this to the fullest
And all my folks locked down pullin' bullets

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

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Gift Of Cool - Lyrics - Rock 'N' Roll Worship Circus

Title: Gift Of Cool
Artist: Rock 'N' Roll Worship Circus
Composer(s): A Chon Carter, Eric Lemiere, Gabriel Wison, Melanie Wison

Lyric:
I remember the day
When the love of God landed in our town
He took all the silent and broken hearts
And fixed them up and gave them a sound

He had almost every different kind of kid
From every different kind of social background
Taking all the cool they had and praising God
As He spun them around, it's when God came to town

And the people in our churches, they were constantly amazed
At the kids kneeling at the altar with their different fashion flavors
You had squares and preps and skater punks, Goths and techno-ravers
And the tattooed kids with the colored hair
And they were all getting saved

You think the sixties had good vibrations?
Well check out my generation

We will run and never stop, yeah we all will stand together
Taking everything we are, and then praising Him forever
Well anyone and everyone, come on join us for a good time
We are breaking all the rules, by praising God with your gift of cool

Suddenly almost every kid in town had finally found the way
To take all the gifts and talents and beauty they had
And worship God every day, man, you had all the high school parties
And they were turning into worship raves
And the sounds of the underground in town had turned into praise

We will run and never stop, yeah we all will stand together
Taking everything we are, and then praising Him forever
Well anyone and everyone, come on join us for a good time
We are breaking all the rules, by praising God with your gift of cool

When you people sing, all of Heaven sings, so sing
Is that cool?

We will run and never stop, yeah we all will stand together
Taking everything we are, and then praising Him forever
We will run and never stop, yeah we all will stand together
Taking everything we are, and then praising Him forever

Well anyone and everyone, come on join us for a good time
We are breaking all the rules, by praising God with your gift of cool
Lift your hands into the sky, yeah we all will stand together
Taking everything we are, and then praising Him forever

We will run and never stop, yeah we all will stand

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