Ha - Train Of Thought - Lyrics - Hunting High and Low - A

Title: Ha - Train Of Thought
Album: Hunting High and Low
Artist: A
Composer(s): Pal Waaktaar

Lyric:
He likes to have the morning paper, crossword solved
Words go up, words come down, forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office it's another working day

And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's face he'll carries with him

He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door

And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes to numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was ever quite like this, yeah

And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's face he'll carries with him

And at heart he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought

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Stability - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: Stability
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Franne Golde, Deborah Harry, Chris Stern, Allee Willis

Lyric:
Hey, I don't feel so good lately
I wake up with the thought of you penetrating my head
Instead I wanna fill my bed with thoughts of us
Joined at the heart like we were at the start

You left me talking to myself, underneath the weather
No good-bye kiss or long love letter
Don't orchestrate my life
Just be-bop

Must I take pills for stability?
With you I can hardly speak
Must I confess to the stress that I feel?
(Yes, you must)

You take me right to the edge
You take me right to the edge
I need some more of your time
I'm not trying to be funny

If you think, I'm a joke you got another thing coming
When your orders came by phone, today, I'm not alone
I heard you, but what did you say?
So now you're talking to yourself

Do ya like it?
Well, do you like it any better?
Don't orchestrate my life
Just be-bop

If you are so sophisticated
Why am I still denigrated when I should be venerated?
I'm sick and tired of repudiation where upon
Your orchestration leads to endless complication
And causes me great consternation

Cha, cha, cha
You love to dance but you maintain, you're not romantic
Bla, bla, bla
You love to talk but I'm still out here stranded

La, la, la
You love to sing but don't you know a different key?
Ha, ha, ha
If I'm your last laugh, are you sure the joke's on me?

You don't have to "Hubby love" me
Don't try to chubby, shove me
You don't have to tell me, I'm your ultimate honey
Medicinal value, na-na-natural cure, don't analyze the 98% pure

Value for value with no medicinal taste
He should had a license for that thing below his waist
Don't ya know the leash laws?
Sittin' on a seesaw, hanging out with bull dogs and assorted pit frogs

Put him down if ya don't know where he's been
Pick him up if he's looking too thin
Don't inhale or derail or curtail
My train of thoughts overwrought, can't be bought

You got me talkin' to myself
Sweating in my sweater, underneath the weather
No good-bye kiss or long love letter
Don't orchestrate my life, just be-bop

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Evil Woman - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Evil Woman
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
You made a fool of me
But them broken dreams have got to end

Hey woman, you got the blues
Yes you ain't got no one else to use
There's an open road that leads nowhere
So just make some miles between here and there

There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in
You took my body and played to win
Ha ha woman it's a crying shame
But you ain't got nobody else to blame

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman

Rolled in from another town
Hit some gold too hot to settle down
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways
And you found that fool lyin' in a daze

Ha ha woman, what you gonna do?
You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you
It's so good that you're feeling pain
Yes you better get your face on board the very next train

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman how you done me wrong
But now you're tryin' to wail a different song
Ha ha funny how you broke me up
You made the wine now you drink the cup

I came runnin' every time you cried
Thought I saw love smilin' in your eyes
Ha ha very nice to know
That you ain't got no place well left to go

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman

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Brooklyn - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Brooklyn
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Roy Ayers, John Frusciante, Harry Whitaker, Michael Balzary, Dante Beze, D Kennedy, Herb Magidson, G Young, Allie Wrubel, Chad Smith, Anthony Kiedis

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Lyric:
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey

'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
Best in the world and all USA
It's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
Place where I rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and young
I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function
Throw on my Izod, say a little something
When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin
How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin
Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my seed
I must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed
Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five
For as long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive
I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts
Nickname Bucktown 'cause we grown to outburst
Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back
Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back
Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the judge many years ago
Three billion strong and here we go

GOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM
Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)*repeated in background*
Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at
Unlike any place I ever been at
The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps
Have a mishap, push ya wig back
Where you go to get the fresh trim at
Four on the jake got the Timb rack
Blue collars metro carding it
Thugs mobbin it, form partnership
Increase armorment, street pharmacist
Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments
You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be something that they really want here
One year as a resident, deeper sentiment
Shoutout 'Go Brooklyn!', they representin it
Sittin on they front stoop sippin Guinesses
Usin native dialect in they sentences
From the treeline blocks to the tenaments
To the Mom and Pop local shop menaces
Travel all around the world in great distances
And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance
That's why we it The Planet
Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's uncalm
From ?sun? to the ? to the Lafayette Gardens
White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings
Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village
The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's Village
Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties
The cats out in Starite City gettin busy
To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy
Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy
My Flatbush posse, generals of armies
When it's time to form, just call me
And let this song be, playin loud in Long B
If you love Bucktown STRONGLY
RAISE IT UP

Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at
Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It's where you find the news tool crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at, summertime jame is at
They play Big and get you open like a sandal back
Hotter than candle wax, hustlin you can't relax
The crack babies tryin to find where they mama's at
It's off the handle black, wit big police scandals that
Turn into actions screenplays sold to Miramax
The type of place where they check your appearance at
And cats who know where all the high low gear is at
The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is that
Be blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back
The doorstep where the disposessed posted at
Dope fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin zovarax
You big ballin better keep your money folded back
'Cause once the young guns notice that it's over, black
Brooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for that
Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax
The place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at
Where one of the greatest MC's was a local cat

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All Roads Lead To You - Lyrics - Chicago

Title: All Roads Lead To You
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): Desmond Child, Marc Beeson

Lyric:
Headed north on a one-way trip
I never thought I'd be back this way
I never thought I'd be missing you
Enough to suffer for the whole night through

Headed south and I didn't look back
I rode the wind off a beaten track
Tried running from the thought of you
Haunted down by what I know is true

To the north, to the south
It don't matter
Every road leads to you
(I'm coming home)

All roads lead to you
Wherever I go
Every time I told you I was just passing through
What my heart didn't know was all roads lead to you

Headed east on an Amtrak train
I hit the city in the pouring rain
I never thought I'd be calling you
Every hour from that hotel room

Headed west on a jumbo jet
I rode off into the red sunset
I stood there knocking on the devil's door
Wondering what the hell I'm searchin' for

To the east, to the west
It don't matter
Every road leads to you
(I'm coming home)

All roads lead to you
Wherever I go
Every time I told you I was just passing through
What my heart didn't know was all roads lead to you

All my life, the winding road I've followed
Has led me straight to your arms

All roads lead to you
(Gotta get back to you, baby)
Wherever I go
(Ah, yeah, yeah)
Every time I told you I was just passing through
What my heart didn't know was all roads lead to you

I'm coming home to you, baby, ooo

All roads lead to you
(I'm coming home)
All roads lead to you
(Never goin' away again)

All roads lead to you
(Ah, ha, yeah)
All roads lead to you
All roads lead to you
(Gotta get back to you, woman)

All roads lead to you
All roads lead to you
All roads lead to you

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Bm J.R. - Lyrics - Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped) - Lil' Wayne

Title: Bm J.R.
Album: Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Ronald Williams

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Lyric:
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they slippin' like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck, you know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doin' nigga, we gon' load up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em', nigga
Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' playin' dodge ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John hoodie
Get fucked ya play pussy
Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'
And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots took em'

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' then tha hollow-head got em'
Knock his tops to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the bottom just to make it to da bottom
At the very bottom of da map, Louisiana
Piranhas, every where you at, you gotta wear a extra condom and a
Extra gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in
Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I backed his hand
Ya man on command in fronta niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates
Stuck in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime mates
You ain't did it 'til you done it like in fives states
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on weight
And in a drought I go on a diet and stretch more
Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt even come up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?

Real Shit I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war
No religion but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law
Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord
I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da God
They ridin' up high way to Heaven Boulevard

Damn, dem niggaz pussy and jive, not even in tha eye exam
They ain't lookin' fa I, fa A and a K
I'll make ya face crook to tha side
Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you ain't lookin' you jus lookin' high
And when we hungry, you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta, yeah

What up chizzle? You my distant brotha
Real shit nigga, same father different motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill
You not know me fa nothin' otha
I'm somethin' otha than people you feel
I'm deeper fa real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all about one thing nigga
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us
If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it
However you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga
Order bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and let's roll
Let me get it back, hey, hey

You sleep in a field fa tryin' a dude
I'll bust ya head to da meat
Turn ya mind 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I ain't lyin' to you
I'll lie his body in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his body in sheets, put tha tires to em'
Make em' feel tha escalade
Put his feet in tha blades

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and niggaz keep they ways
When I'm in tha streets wit Blake, watch
My nigga hungry, he'll eat tha plate
And if I ask tha homeboy, he'll eat ya face, yeah
And tho' he got me, you can ask
I'm like a pool table, I keep tha 8
My side pocket, side wayz, when I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money
Get all the fuck from round us
Fuck dat, I'm comin' bak gurl

Check my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel like ground dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog
Lay down laws call me ground law but don't confuse me wit da law
Naw, but just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R.
I ain't trippin' nigga, I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya vehicle
Split ya windshield, whack ya baby mama
But I let tha kid live

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil' nigga
Still ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal then
Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah
Man a train couldn't stop ya man, I'm man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land, I'm tha man of my land
Call it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new plan

Yeah nigga, you 'bout some money get at me nigga
That?s the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

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