Empty Box - Lyrics - Morphine

Title: Empty Box
Artist: Morphine
Composer(s): Dana Colley, Billy Conway, Jerome Deupree, Mark J Sandman

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Lyric:
Tore open the package it was an empty box
No meaning to me, just an empty box
Sender was a woman
Sender was a woman

She said, she's sending me everything that I, I
I never gave her before
She said, "Fill it up and send it back
Fill it up and send it back"

So I sent her back an empty box
A big mistake, sent back an empty box
Half in the shadows, half in the husky moonlight
And half insane just a sound

I cross them to a valley, a valley so dark
That when I look back, I can't see where I began
I can't see my hands, I don't even know if my eyes are open
In the mornin' I was by the sea
And I swam out as far as I could swim
Until' I was too tired to swim anymore
And then I floated
And tried to get my strength back

And then an empty box came floatin' by
An empty box and I crawled inside
Half in the shadows, half in the husky moonlight
And half insane just a sound in the night
Half in the shadows, half in the husky moonlight
And half insane just a sound
Alright

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Truth Serum - Lyrics - Smog

Title: Truth Serum
Artist: Smog
Composer(s): William Rahr Callahan

Lyric:
Me and some friends of mine
We stayed up all night taking truth serum
We soon realized the mistake we made
And went our separate separate ways

I went up on the roof
Where I thought I'd find some truth
There beneath the stars
But questions followed me

Do you miss me, when I go
Honey, I love you
And that's all you need to know
Well then, what is love

Love is an object kept in an empty box
How can something be in an empty box
Well, well, give me another shot
Of that truth serum

I went back downstairs to check on my friends
Because truth has a way of beginning an end
Big Bruiser Ken walks in says, "I like men"
I excuse myself and go back up on the roof again
More questions follow me

Is death really the end
Honey, I love you and that's all you need to know
Well then, what is life, well, that's a good song
Without you by my side

Taking that serum

People people theres a lesson here plain to see
There's no truth in you
There's no truth in me
The truth is between
The truth is between

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Meet El Presidente (7' Remix) - Lyrics - The Singles 1986-1995 [BOX SET] - Duran Duran

Title: Meet El Presidente (7' Remix)
Album: The Singles 1986-1995 [BOX SET]
Artist: Duran Duran
Composer(s): Nick Rhodes, Simon Le Bon, John Taylor

Lyric:
Miss November Tuesday
Bend your rubber rules
Take your time but don't take
Off your high heeled shoes

She's in demand at dinner time
She's on the factory wall
And when the gentlemen retire
Guess who's in control?

She blew your money
On taking a cruise
If that isn't funny
Well, watch out teacher

Ooh, ooh, when the chamber's empty
She said, "Ooh, ooh, meet El Presidente"

Dressed in flimsy clothing
Use your lipstick line
To color fear and loathing
With a pink disguise

You've never refused
When she lies back
Put a stripe on the Union
And a star in the Jack

She's on the case at dinner time
She's on the evening news
And if you dare step out of line
You're going to be abused

You may not like it
You may not be scared
But hell has no fury
Like a young girl's ego

Ooh, ooh, when the chamber's empty
She said, "Ooh, ooh, meet El Presidente"

You might adopt an attitude
Look on the moral side
But if police are after you
Where's the best place to hide?

For this production
They gave her a gun
Ain't no director
So watch out actors

Ooh, ooh, when the chamber's empty
She said, "Ooh, ooh, meet El Presidente"

Ooh, ooh, when the chamber's empty
She said, "Ooh, ooh, meet El Presidente"

Ooh, ooh, meet El Presidente
Ooh, ooh, meet El Presidente

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Business Never Personal - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: Business Never Personal
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
'Cause they know I'm packin' heat under the Willie Mays jersey

Nigga, it ain't nuttin' for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks

So ain't nuttin' you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain

And you know I got the South clickin'
'Cause ain't nuttin' like niggaz with gold teeth
And them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin'
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I'm doin' 85, in the 50 mile an hour lane
Tryin' to handle my business, the Figaro stack change

Independent tycoons, tycoons, yeah
My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone, to the bone
And can't trust a nigga for shit 'cause Fed's on the phone

My whole crew dirty, fuckin' with amphetamines
Catch you slippin' blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin', knowin'
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens

Still blowin'
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feel me?

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

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Toney Sigel A.K.A. The Barrel Brothers - Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Title: Toney Sigel A.K.A. The Barrel Brothers
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Coles, Levar Coppin, Ugene Dozier, Dwight Grant, Phil Hurtt, Deleno Matthews

Lyric:
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch

The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh 'cuz I catch the hottest
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
Big Bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
And we ball from plentys of parties 'cuz we start shit

Parole holes, six months in the box
My little sister got her head shaved off
She made it home for shop
We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula

Anything ya take because the paper keep callin' ya
Gangsters keep ballin' fosho, we want more
We make it rain from the tech and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us

To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

Guns imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and shit bags
Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
Renaissance

I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel
I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project floors
Niggas is suited up and be ready for war

It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, somethin'

Empty out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel leave you smokin' like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit

I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' what I do for a dollar

Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothin' like a father
Couldn't come from these nuts I got

To see Baltimore suck this cock
I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it, understand
Yeah, some niggas will and some niggas won't
Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't

You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass

Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem

You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin

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Supersonic - Lyrics - J.J. Fad

Title: Supersonic
Artist: J.J. Fad
Composer(s): Fatimah Shaheed, Juana Michelle Burns, Dania Maria Birks, Kim R Nazel, Juanita A Lee

Lyric:
We're J.J. Fad and we're here to rock
Rhymes like ours could never be stopped
See, there's three of us and I know we're fresh
Party rockers, non-stoppers and our names are def

See, the 'J' is for just, the other for jammin'
The 'F' is for fresh, 'A' and 'D' def
Behind the turntables is DJ Train
Mixin' and scratchin' is the name of the game

Now here's a little somethin' 'bout nosy people
It's not real hard, it's plain and simple
Baby-D

Supersonic
Supersonic

Supersonic motivating rhymes are creating
And everybody knows that J.J. Fad is devastating
We know you like us girls so you better get steril
'Cause we are the home chicks that are rockin' your world

Supersonic
Supersonic

Supersonic is a word when people start to listen
Especially big eared people, they pay close attention
You might not believe it, you might not even buy it
But when it comes to our lady, you might even try it
(Beat Box)

Supersonic
Supersonic

Now all you supersonic people try to bite our rhyme
You may think that you are def but you're way behind
(S-s-so)
You better listen good to what we have to say
'Cause when it comes to J.J. Fad you can get no play

Supersonic
Supersonic

Now he's the freshest DJ from coast to coast
My man can cut and scratch, but I don't mean to boast
He may be a little light, but that's okay
'Cause when he cuts to the beat it sounds this way
Hit it

Supersonic
Supersonic

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, it's finally my turn to rock the mic
Because my devastating beats I know you will like
You see my beat box is fresh, it'll blow your mind
And if you don't like my beats I'll go big in your behind
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, uh, uh, ha)

Supersonic
Supersonic

Now you party people know what supersonic means
We didn't try to brag 'cause J.J. Fad is just too clean
Now baby, don't you know that our rhymes are so bionic
Don't listen too hard, don't be supersonic

Supersonic
Supersonic

You see, the 'S' is for super and the 'U' is for unique
The 'P' is for perfection and you know that we are freaks
The 'E' is for exotic and the 'R' is for raps
So tell those nosy people just to stay the hell back

Supersonic
Them big everlasting ears
Supersonic
They can hear what I say faster than I can say it

Supersonic
They better chill
(Rock box)
It's like, it's like
She's supersonic
You ran out of words
Hit it, Baby-D

I'm light-skinned, devastatin'
I know you think I'm empty headed
That's all right
'Cause they all know, I took your man and anyway

Always rappin', always clappin'
Everybody always say I'm happy
If you try to hang with me
You should find it's true you see

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady
When I'm on the microphone I sing to all these imitators
Freaky is her
Deffer is her

Everybody say I'm different
There's no other angel lover, everybody know I'm covered
Clientele is a pearl, everybody know in jail
To the beat so you can tell everybody know your cell

I saw my llama, llama, llama
Do my nama see me?
Now my llama nama do
My llama, llama nama see me

Now my llama nama do
My llama, llama, nama see me
Now my llama nama see me
I'm a do my llama, hum uh

Yeah
(Yeah)
That's it
(That's it)

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Let'S Never Go To Sleep - Lyrics - Don't Cut Your Fabric to This Year's Fashion - Action Action

Title: Let'S Never Go To Sleep
Album: Don't Cut Your Fabric to This Year's Fashion
Artist: Action Action
Composer(s): Mark Thomas Kluepfel

Lyric:
Alone again, sociable
Just a walking contradiction for the diction to beat
I'm so dumb, so very numb
I can't tell who, why, or what I've already done

Incomplete, did you get any sleep?
A photocopy of a copy of a copy just leaked
Stuck in this room, stuck in your dreams
One, two, three, fourteen times a day

Can you see, you remind me of how I use to be
Let's say goodbye to our maybes, alright
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is
And it seems to feel so real, so so real, so real, oh real

Eyes wide shut, faded to white
A little conversation never seemed to stray this far
Ignore my thoughts, is that blood on your sleeve?
A needle dropped inside my basket of great, great ideas

Susceptible, open and bare
Going under in the seven seas of long blank stares
You're so damn good, I'm so damn hot
Let's burn it out and be forgotten forever and out

Can you see, you remind me of how I use to be
Let's say goodbye to our maybes
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is
And it seems to feel so real

Time and circles, it's the way we are
Held by the legions of our alcohol
Bound to the faintness of an hour glass
Open box cutter, empty cigarette

The meaning of life will come in a dream
This is why we must never go to sleep
Confined to our habits, rinse, wash, repeat
Open box cutter, empty cigarette

Can you see, you remind me of how I use to be
Let's say goodbye to our maybes
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is
And it seems to feel so real

[Incomprehensible]

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Mountains Of Burma - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Mountains Of Burma
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst

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Lyric:
The tucker box is empty now
The heart of Kelly's country cleared
The gangers on the southern line
Like the steam trains have disappeared

Pelicans glide
Miracles up in the skies
We vote for a government
With axes in its eyes

Mountains of Burma
The road to Mandalay
In the mountains of Burma
Light years away, mountains of Burma

Will the sons of Solidarity
Still march on May Day
Will the sisters of the seventies
Still fight for equal pay?

There's no one on the Reeperbahn
No more blankets handed out for land
We feed an economy
It's got blood on its hands

Mountains of Burma
The road to Mandalay
In the mountains of Burma
Light years away, mountains of Burma

Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition
Bills fall due for the industrial revolution
Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders

Soldiers of armies
Storm empty fields
In a traveller's trance
On the way to the high frontier

Sleepwalkers stumble
Cable cars run aground
Imaginary enemies
Form high above the clouds



In the mountains of Burma
Light years away, mountains of Burma

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Time In A Bottle - Lyrics - Nana Mouskouri

Title: Time In A Bottle
Artist: Nana Mouskouri
Composer(s): Jim Croce

Lyric:
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time to do
The things you want once you find them
I've looked around enough to know that
You're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memories
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time to do
The things you want once you find them
I've looked around enough to know that
You're the one I want to go through time with

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Living In Oblivion - Lyrics - Peace - Anything Box

Title: Living In Oblivion
Album: Peace
Artist: Anything Box
Composer(s): Claude Strillio

Lyric:
You can't hide the pain
I can see it scrawled on your empty face
And I feel the hurts
It's in the words you say, they make me want to

Scream out to the world
For taking life for granted and I know
You are by my side
When I turn to hear you cry

I am so afraid of living in oblivion
I am so afraid of living in oblivion

Am I so blind?
With my eyes turned to a different time or hour
At the end of the day
When we both run down and our hopes are heavy

Tell me what you will
'Cause I've got to know the truth inside of you
Can you hear what I say
When I hold you and you scorn the day?

I am so afraid of living in oblivion
I am so afraid of living in oblivion

Living in oblivion
Living in oblivion

So, I ask again
Am I so alone and full of pride?
To never speak out
This is my world, this is my world

Don't tell me now
I won't feel those words, I won't feel the lies they tell
Can you hear my scream?
It's for everyone, for everyone

I am so afraid of living in oblivion
I am so afraid of living in oblivion

Living in oblivion
Living in oblivion

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, in oblivion
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, in oblivion

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, in oblivion
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, in oblivion

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, in oblivion
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, in oblivion

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Promised Land - Lyrics - Evolve - Ani Difranco

Title: Promised Land
Album: Evolve
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Angi Difranco

Lyric:
You're taking up lots of space
Your shit is everywhere
Your breath is all up in my face
Your hands are swarming in the air

You're the first one out the car and then
You're the loudest one in the bar
Tell me, is there something wrong, girlfriend?
What's with this new version of who you are?

So she lifts her chin and squints at me
To assess what I think I know
She says, my heart has some dangerous neighborhoods
So beware where you try to go

They say that the truth will set you free
But then so will a lie
It depends if you're trying to get to the promised land
Or you're just trying to get by

What is a camera but a box of light?
What is a guitar but a box of sound?
You think I don't understand
But I think I might

What it is to harness the emptiness
And just ride it around
And maybe your chest is an empty shell
With ribs of spiraling coral

Where a perfect pearl of sadness resides
But if you ever need an ear
I could just come and press it there
Listen to the sound of the ocean inside

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Time In A Bottle - Lyrics - Bad Bad Leroy Brown & Other Favorites - Jim Croce

Title: Time In A Bottle
Album: Bad Bad Leroy Brown & Other Favorites
Artist: Jim Croce
Composer(s): Jim Croce

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Lyric:
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

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Yellow Cat - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Yellow Cat
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Steve Fromholz

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Lyric:
It's late December, the New Year's never coming
Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat
The sun is silent, there's a cold rain gonna come on
No one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat

Rain drops falling on the flowers in the window box
Plastic roses that I planted yesterday
I didn't think they'd die so soon but they're all withered now
Seems like everything I touch turns out that way

Well, I guess I just go walking
The cat's no good for talkin' to
He don't know what I'm saying
And the rain is always playing
On my mind, on my mind

Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes
Blending softly with the bare lights over head
Then together they run swiftly through my memory
And eerie image of a strange and empty bed

Wind is whipping up the papers in the streets below
Got some books to read but it seems they've all been read
Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above
And I wish to hell, I could remember what I said

A crystal wine glass on a table filled with scarlet stains
Stands alone and empty where there once was two
The jug is silent on the table with my broken dreams
The wine is gone, my lady and so my love are you

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Skater Dater - Lyrics - U.S. Bombs

Title: Skater Dater
Artist: U.S. Bombs
Composer(s): Kerry Martinez, Jon Wickersham, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade Walston, Chip Hanna

Lyric:
Had a treasure map that said
Park it over at the asylum
Took a gander over the fence
To an empty left hand kidney

Round and big with a perfect hip pearl
White smooth surface tile's
So blue fat coping lips
Grabbed our boards and we dropped in

We're carvin', we're grindin'
Skater dater
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Skater dater

Boards flew over the fence
Empty the pool and they will come
All of the greats from the past
Showed for one last session

We're carvin', we're grindin'
Skater dater
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Skater dater

Sweepers and laybacks
Indie airs and fast plants
The session of sessions
Skater dater

Here come all of the dogtowners
Make way for the badlanders
Boys from the South Bay of Orange County
Over the death box

Everyone blazed here comes to bulky
And jay strople salba blackheart
Malba Phillips pineapple gater
The worm six shooter Kiwi Waldo
To wally someone call me a cab

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The Strongest Man In The World - Lyrics - Neal Mccoy

Title: The Strongest Man In The World
Artist: Neal Mccoy
Composer(s): Ron Harbin, Ed Hill, Kim Tribble

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Lyric:
What started out as small talk
On a bus stop bench before work
Turned into the greatest love story
I've ever heard

She said, "He's not the kind to send roses
Can't afford diamonds and pearls
When it comes to lifting my spirits
He's the strongest man in the world"

She said, "He stops my tears before they start
He can be so tender and still be tough
With his crocked smile, melt my heart
Fill an empty room with love if anybody can"
'Cause he's the strongest man in the world

She said, "He's always leavin' love notes
On the refrigerator door
And I leave surprises in his lunch box
To even up the score"

I was thinkin' what I'd give to be with
Such a wonderful girl
But I know I couldn't compete with
The strongest man in the world

She said, "He stops my tears before they start
He can be so tender and still be tough
With his crocked smile melt my heart
Fill an empty room with love if anybody can"
'Cause he's the strongest man in the world

And she pulled out his picture
That's when I realized
The strongest man in the world
Was only five

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Time In A Bottle - Lyrics - Playlist - Babyface

Title: Time In A Bottle
Album: Playlist
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Jim Croce

Lyric:
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
Dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

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Soldier &Amp; Child - Lyrics - Anything Box

Title: Soldier &Amp; Child
Artist: Anything Box
Composer(s): Claudio Marcelo Strilio

Lyric:
In the place that we call home
We always suffer
Many people seldom know
They waste their lives away

What they seem to hold inside
Their tiny fragile hearts
What they seem to whisper turned
Instead into a dream

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

The child begins to cry

Something out there calls to me
Can you hear the voices?
My existence can not be
There has to be a reason?

Always so near me
And always so clear
Always just loud enough to
Tear into my soul

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

The child begins to cry

Today, there's no way
We're going to live
Through out these loneliest of times
It fills my empty life

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
(The child begins to cry)
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

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Head Banger - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: Head Banger
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick S Sermon, Parrish J Smith, George (Jr) Clinton, Ronald Bank, Edward A Green

Lyric:
Negroes

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?

The head banger, gettin' wreck
The head banger

Ka rank the boom box as my sound knock from blocks
As I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
Of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close
(Slow down and catch a cap, pow)

'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
To hell with the bitches and the so called fame
(Uh, uh)
Strictly biz to hard as I climb charts
(Kid yeah)

Bustin' ass daily as I compose like Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep

I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
From the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my target
The Bozack, I rip up flows that

Make an MC stop and chill and say he's all that
Hardcore no R and B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad down with the head banger

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Erick Sermon break it down
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin'
But sounds makin' danger, and black birds chirpin'
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm and I'll play the runnin' rebel

Changed my style, so I can freak the funk
Yo pass the Philly, Hit squad spark the blunt
I got the power, to ram shack a stadium
Wubba wubba, even Judy Brown the Palladium

Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor
(Yeah, yeah)
Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior
EPMD, yo, is in this to win this
A brand new LP so mind your business

No jokin', I'm gettin' paid fully
You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Yo, where's my hoodie? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers

Walk like an Egyptian, rough crackin' my steel
Plus I'm goin' to court, make my own appeal
As taught as a kid or told, never talk to a stranger
'Cause I could be a head banger

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
K-Solo
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

I'm the original rap criminal
(Yeah)
My shots, spell spray duck leaves my trigger finger digital
(Ho-ah)
My gun will make, many men, things you did when I get mad
And pissed cause I can make him my target

Braggin' 'em, taggin' 'em, draggin' dragging'em
Mad hollow point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum
(Uh)
So back up off me, here's a clip

For Suzi's and guns and then you fagots gonna off me
I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box
I knock punks out quick like Evader Holy field
More rhymes than music's, my solution

Subscribers of my style here's a contribution
Let's say you want a shovel layer parkin' MC's
Like cars and drivin' MC's away
Tanks goon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me

I break the steering shift and leave 'em empty
'Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truck
To come tow truck your weak side show

Back on the scene is the incredible one man team
When I get mad I turn green
The Fugitive's gone peace, I'm outta here later
And here's a finger, to all you non movin' spectators

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Redman get down
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise niggaz, the original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the new cut
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Good fella but still rugged like Joe Pesci

My style is mad funka to the delic with the irrelevant
shit that I kick back flips any four bitch
(Yeah)
Deduct and I dip then I switch
To an incredible nigga with a nickel nine on the hip

I always got played by a honey dip
But now I'm on the money tip so now I call the honey dip
Honey bitch and swing hardcore because that's where I come from
(Yeah)

I Rock ya like Chub and burn scrubs like a dum-dum
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I'm back to tear the frame out your ass crack
'Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or mote

And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin' is your
Ass kicked, nigga, hit you with the funk dafied figure
Like a plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk punk
Yes, the Redman that's what they call me

Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy
Like aaiee, ahaaa 'cause I freak the styles crazy
Lullaby your stupid ass, rock a bye baby
The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school
And still holdin' my jewels

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

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Heaven Up Here - Lyrics - Echo &Amp; The Bunnymen

Title: Heaven Up Here
Artist: Echo &Amp; The Bunnymen
Composer(s): Peter De Freitas, Ian Mcculloch, Leslie Pattinson, William Sergeant

Lyric:
Where are you now
We're over here
We've got those empty pockets
And we can't afford the beer
Smoking holes and we've got only dreams
And we're so damn drunk we can't see the stairs

The apple cart upset my head's little brain
This little moon in the sky upset my head with a brain

I saw it yippee, I did, I swear
Walking through the hallway
Crawling up the stairs
And baby baby baby baby baby Bekila
Given up on whiskey
Taken up with tequila

I'm on my own in my blind alley
I turn myself around
So it's swallowing me

Watch the guitar
Watch the guitar

Groovy groovy people
We're all groovy groovy people
Groovy groovy people
We're all groovy groovy people
Groovy groovy people
Groovy groovy people

I wonder why


We're okay, we're okay

The boom-boom box says there's nothing to fear
It may be hell down there
'Cause it's heaven up here
I'd have given forever for a few good years
But too much of a much isn't
Too much you hear

The hammer on my chest was
The anvil on my bed it was a domino square
And at the bottom
We'll take the bottle
We'll take a sip

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I Gave You Power - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: I Gave You Power
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Damn, look how muhfuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me away

Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a F, I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun
I can't believe this shit, word up, word up

I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong, so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real

I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs

Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly

Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin' me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty, I'm quiet, findin' myself fiendin' to be fired

A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads

How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck wild

How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck wild

Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me

I see niggaz bleedin', runnin' from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin' niggaz heart to follow me
Placin' peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed

I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five two o nine three eight five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day, police would place

Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand

How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck wild

How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck wild

Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box and that tech that kept cryin'

'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin' in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin', he said, "It was on"

I felt his palm, troubled him shakin'
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin'
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin'
My creation was for blacks to kill blacks

It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin' niggaz memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"

He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggaz is waiting in Hell for
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge

What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with

Heard mad niggaz screamin', niggaz runnin', cops is comin'
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me, damn

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