It'S Raining Men - Lyrics - Scream If You Wanna Go Faster - Geri Halliwell

Title: It'S Raining Men
Album: Scream If You Wanna Go Faster
Artist: Geri Halliwell
Composer(s): Paul F. Jabara, Paul Shaffer

Lyric:
Humidity's risin'
Barometer's getting low
According to all sources
The street's the place to go

'Cos tonight for the first time
(First time)
Just about half past ten
(Half past ten)
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men
(Start raining men)

It's raining men, Hallelujah
It's raining men, Amen
It's raining men, Hallelujah
It's raining men, Amen

Humidity's risin'
Barometer's getting low
According to all sources
The street's the place to go

'Cos tonight for the first time
(First time)
Just about half past ten
(Half past ten)
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men
(Start raining men)

It's raining men, Hallelujah
It's raining men, Amen
I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet

It's rainin' men, Hallelujah
It's rainin' men, every specimen
Tall, blond, dark and mean
Rough and tough and strong and lean

God bless Mother Nature
She's a single woman too
She took over heaven
And she did what she had to do

She taught every angel
To rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman
Could find the perfect guy

It's raining men
(Go get yourself wet girl, I know you want to)

I feel stormy weather moving in
About to begin
(About to to begin)
Hear the thunder, don't you lose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in bed
(Rip off the roof and stay)

It's raining men, Hallelujah
It's raining men, Amen
It's raining men, Hallelujah
It's raining men, Amen

It's raining men, Hallelujah
It's raining men, Amen
It's raining men, Hallelujah
It's raining men, Amen

It's raining men
It's raining men
It's raining men
...

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Young Man, Old Man - Lyrics - The Dissociatives

Title: Young Man, Old Man
Artist: The Dissociatives
Composer(s): Paul F Mcdermott, Daniel Johns

Lyric:
I've got a clear spot, a devilish psalm
But nobody's home to fix the alarm, no
Disgruntled woman, enchanted stains
We're tempted by God but nothing remains

Hey boys, we speak better than young men
But will be better than an old man, honey, you'll see
Hey boys, we speak better than young men
But will be better than an old man, honey, you'll see

My faith is hungry like a whale frozen toes
Steal cap fingers and nobody knows
It's raining concrete, a tunnel wind blows
Stones on my column, the path that I chose

Hey boys, we speak better than young men
But will be better than an old man, honey, you'll see
Hey boys, we speak better than young men
But will be better than an old man, honey, you'll see
Hey boys, we speak better than young men
But will be better than an old man, honey, you'll see

You ain't better than the rest
You ain't better than the rest
You ain't better than the rest
You ain't better than the rest

You ain't better than the rest
You ain't better than the rest
You ain't better than the rest
Better than the rest

Hey boys, we speak better than young men
But will be better than an old man, honey, you'll see
Hey boys, we speak better than young men
But will be better than an old man, honey, you'll see

Hey boys, we speak better than young men
But will be better than an old man, honey, you'll see
Hey boys, young men, old man, you'll see

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Os - Masquerade - Lyrics - K

Title: Os - Masquerade
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kevin Brereton, Russell Klyne

Lyric:
One two
See this?
Right here this is heat
Yo, yo, massive massive

There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade
When everything's alright
You know it's time for the writing wars
If it's just a masquerade

When I feel the way of my lost innocence
Looking for emotions that are fallacy
Everything is waiting on that dominance
Hoping for new opuses and alibis

And I'm with you, ohh
If I could starve from falling
And I bet you, ohh silenced the
Voices in your head but there's no place to go

There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade

I sit back with the microphone watchin' these MC's turn to actors
Producin' all the factors that flip life, into a masquerade
We like a bunch of mannequins battery operated, inoculated
With five sentences connect us to the Earth
Rich sinners since the days of my birth
For what it's worth, dissuaded love
I'm steadily spreadin' love over the beat down
Let's meditate and feel the heat now

Like beautiful rain, on the desert plain
'Cause the sun parch the ground on the weak sound
I break it down, to elements H2O
A place to go, that you can't escape the flow
Does not exist, I love the truth so I persist
Intelligent men? Or just Gorillas in the Mist
Clenchin' a black fist, for the size of dollar bill
I leave the space so you can think about it now so just chill

There's something
There's something deep in
There's something
There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade
When everything's alright
You know it's time for the writing wars
If it's just a masquerade

Black shit, ration, tryin' to step up
But they can't even cash it, kick that shit

{First saved message
In this venture, nothing gained, I've only just touched the surface
Once nervous, when writing for a worthless purpose
It was once more than this, before the heart left the beat
The soul left the speech, I'm still trying to reach
My niche, and teach the love again inside the hate of a present day
Got stepped after, being genuine we're swept away}

{Before the importance of diamonds, bells
And a platinum place, fallen from grace
Not my campus with another trace
Of the same thing I came in, this thing is worth saving
Standing in the pockets holding tongues of what I'm saying
Blaming myself only for supporting what they're playing}

{I may peek through the storm, but now it's raining
Unchanging of late, it's hard to be creative
Although creating is native to me, I tried to be
Even patience couldn't save it, from the days of pages
They couldn't believe I would say this
No longer without wings, Kamau is what my name is}

{Too many undermine, what I underline
Placing my poetry underneath their making of rhymes
It was a creation of frustration
Brown bricks or blank slates
Subway trains and cardboard bound with masking tape
It was the sound of the evening, the way the day grew late
Words tumble from lungs over my tongue
And gave a new taste to my fate}

{It doesn't even matter how the chatter would paint us
With love on our side they could barely stand against us
Um, what up? Uh Kheaven, what's goin' down?
Um I got your message, and uh yeah
Basically call me back and tell me
Sorry about the length of the message, but you know
You feelin' it? Aight man peace
End of message}

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The Killing Fields - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Killing Fields
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops

I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die
But my house is been on fire since like '85
I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke
But see you never die, you only burn and choke

And so I leave out the house and walk the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees
But they're not dying, they're only crying, "Please"

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About once or twice a week though it thunder storms
That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form
It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, you're coming to the killing fields

What shall that be? What shall that be?
When that fine moment comes
When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut
The doors close and you've written what you've written

You said it, that's it, what will you look to be?
What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer
You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife
She begged you not to go out to that bar

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act
I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped

So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice your eyeballs are working well
They try to dig 'em out your skull, and go for self

Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm
Water victims, fire and oceans overwhelm
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames

Victims in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes
Into the fire storm this becomes your new land
But there's no food, so you feed off the other men

And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed
I chase a billy, billy goat with a human's head
He's steady screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me

All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told
That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing fields

You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth
What is the end going to be when you realize that time is up?
You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? What about it, ya man?
When you spent your life in a few years time?
You're burned out shell at 25 years of age
What shall it be? What about it?

You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

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Tang Clan - Windmill - Lyrics - The 8 Diagrams - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - Windmill
Album: The 8 Diagrams
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Robert F Diggs, Clifford Smith, Jason Hunter, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods

Lyric:
(Make me yours)
He get out of line, break his fucking arm
You know how it go, word up
Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man
None at all, man, no more, none of that

Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lock men
Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box

Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
You knowing where it came from, stop it
You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out your pocket

Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I rhyme
When I drop lines it's law out in Egypt
Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us

Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats
Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties
Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game
'Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu

What am I supposed to say? Yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do
What am I supposed to say? Yeah

We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
Raining with the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the year of the dragon
More raw than you could ever imagine

How much of a great blessing to a rap city
Where the youth is organically fed
From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural game is lyrical
Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual

A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied
Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun dried
He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling
But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and mood swings

Math shed light on divine secrets then science leaked it
For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
I observe MCs, regardless from a neighboring world
Which is ten times the sharpness

What am I supposed to say? Yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do

Let the track wind and your mind flow free
Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability
Infinity, back to the source of which it came
Energy, see it changed forms

Atoms being born, never ending
On and on and on and travel with me
Not trying to convince the pack that it's a fact
For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
We have agreed

You'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down

Underneath your white T lies the four pound
This is forty-five minutes of menacing
Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the zone
Get your face blown

What am I supposed to say? Yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do

Observe the word, when I speak, it's the truth that's heard
True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
Spreading the blessing across seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense

Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
Witty, unpredictable, gritty individual
Valid if it's actual, talent and it's natural

Game, rugged like the train, pump it in your vein
I and I, ride or die, under the name
W-U, the primary, your secondary
Definitely not necessary, the legendary

You printed the blueprints to do this shit
Moving the youth in the bricks
Spitting poison tipped darts that rip hearts
Through the chest when I manifest my sick art

Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit time
If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is asanine

Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa proof
In living proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable
Most talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to

I'm a hustler, I grind 'til my pack is done
Get a seed mad knowledge so they crack and run
Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head every time I write

Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping
Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island
We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent

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The Reach - Lyrics - Dan Fogelberg

Title: The Reach
Artist: Dan Fogelberg
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg

Lyric:
It's Maine and it's Autumn
The birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying
The lobster men's boats come returning

With the catch of the day in their holds
And the young boys cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches
And out on the Reach it is raining

It's father and son
It's the way it's been done since the old days
It's hauling by hand ten miles out
From the land where their chow waits

And the days are all lonely and long
And the seas grow so stormy and strong but
The Reach will sing welcome
As homeward they hurry along

And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
As she beckons and calls

As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
All that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul

The wind brings a chill
There's a frost on the sill in the morning
It creeps through the door
On the edge of the shore ice is forming

Soon the northers will bluster and blow
And the woods will be whitened with snowfall
And the Reach will lie frozen
For the lost and unchosen to row

And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
As she beckons and calls

As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
All that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul

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Let It Snow - Lyrics - Christmas Interpretations - Boyz Ii Men

Title: Let It Snow
Album: Christmas Interpretations
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Brian Kelly Mcknight, Wanya Jermaine Morris

Lyric:
Let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow

It's another Christmas holiday
It's a joyous thing, let the Angels sing
'Cause we're together

We got a thing, can't let it slip away
Go outside, it's raining sleet
When our bodies meet
I don't care about the weather

Let it snow, let it snow, outside it's cold
But the fire's blazin' so, baby, let it snow
Let it snow, yeah
Let it snow, let it snow

Come over here and help me trim the tree
I wanna wrap you up, baby
Then you'll see
You're the only present I need

There's so much more
Waiting for you in store
From this precious day, I can gladly say
There's no place that I'd rather be

I know, you've found my everything
Come a little closer
God must have sent you down from Heaven

Let it snow, let it snow
Outside it's cold
But the fire's blazin'
So, baby, let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow

Let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow, baby
Let it snow
I don't care what the weather there

Let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow

I don't care what the weather may be
Only to introduce me
As long as you're here with me, oh yeah
I don't mind, I don't mind
I don't care what the weather may be
As long as you're here, with me

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It'S Been Raining Here In Long Beach - Lyrics - Jackson Browne

Title: It'S Been Raining Here In Long Beach
Artist: Jackson Browne
Composer(s): Jackson Browne

Lyric:
It's been raining here in Long Beach
The dampness in the air
Tends to straighten out my hair
Against my wishes

But the traces of a song reach
My tattered ear once more
Lend me courage to ignore
The smell of fishes

I was a drunken lout, I ran about
With ladies that I knew
I did 'em wrong all night long
Singing 23 skidoo

Huzahh, huzahh, once upon a time I was a kid
Well I don't know what happened then
But I'm warning all you younger men
On your way to Long Beach think again
You can't afford to settle down in Long Beach

I had a rack and coat, a paddle boat
I played the ukelele
Beneath the moon in June I'd croon
Won't you come on home little baby

Huzahh, huzahh, once upon a time I was a kid
But now my hair is turning gray, I'm getting fatter every day
If you got any sense you'll stay away
And never give another thought to Long Beach
And never give a moment's thought to Long Beach

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Nitcomb - Lyrics - Joe Strummer And The Mescaleros

Title: Nitcomb
Artist: Joe Strummer And The Mescaleros
Composer(s): Antony Genn, John Mellor

Lyric:
Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
'Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips flying around my feet

I'm talking to all the chewing gum that's stuck everywhere on the street
And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright

'Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
'Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men

I just had to buy a pair to show I can live again
They're ringing the bells all over the city on a Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know it's gonna be alright

It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
'Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold
And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold

Raining on roofs, raining on drums
Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums
They're ringing on the bells in the city on a Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know it's gonna be alright

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