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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Living In Sin - Lyrics - Gene Simmons - Kiss

Title: Living In Sin
Album: Gene Simmons
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): Sean Delaney, Howard L. Marks, Gene Simmons

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Lyric:
I know you write me sexy letters
And you send your pictures for my wall
You found the hotel where I'm stayin'
And you built up the nerves and then you called

I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn, yeah
(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn
(Just living in sin)

You tell me, you want me to protect you
But sometimes my love can go too far
Deep in your heart you wanna love me
Come closer, I know who you are

I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn, yeah
(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn
(Just living in sin)

Deep in your heart you wanna love me
Come closer, I know who you are, I know who you are

I know you write me sexy letters
But sometimes my love can go too far

I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn, yeah
(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn
(Just living in sin)

(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(Holiday, at the Holiday Inn)
(Living in sin)
At the Holiday Inn, yeah
(Holiday, living in sin)
(Living in sin)
Won't you open the door?
(Holiday, at the Holiday Inn)
(Living in sin)
Won't you come on?
(In)
Out
(In)
Out

(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(Holiday, at the Holiday Inn)
(Living in sin)
At the holiday inn, yeah
(Holiday, living in sin)
(Living in sin)
Won't you open the door?
(Holiday, at the Holiday Inn)
(Living in sin)
Won't you come on?
(In)
Out
(In)
Out

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Living In Sin - Lyrics - Gene Simmons

Title: Living In Sin
Artist: Gene Simmons
Composer(s): Sean Delaney, Howard L. Marks, Gene Simmons

Lyric:
I know you write me sexy letters
And you send your pictures for my wall
You found the hotel where I'm stayin'
And you built up the nerves and then you called

I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn, yeah
(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn
(Just living in sin)

You tell me, you want me to protect you
But sometimes my love can go too far
Deep in your heart you wanna love me
Come closer, I know who you are

I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn, yeah
(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn
(Just living in sin)

Deep in your heart you wanna love me
Come closer, I know who you are, I know who you are

I know you write me sexy letters
But sometimes my love can go too far

I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn, yeah
(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(At the Holiday Inn)
At the Holiday Inn
(Just living in sin)

(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(Holiday, at the Holiday Inn)
(Living in sin)
At the Holiday Inn, yeah
(Holiday, living in sin)
(Living in sin)
Won't you open the door?
(Holiday, at the Holiday Inn)
(Living in sin)
Won't you come on?
(In)
Out
(In)
Out

(Living in sin)
I'm living in sin
(Holiday, at the Holiday Inn)
(Living in sin)
At the holiday inn, yeah
(Holiday, living in sin)
(Living in sin)
Won't you open the door?
(Holiday, at the Holiday Inn)
(Living in sin)
Won't you come on?
(In)
Out
(In)
Out

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Living In Your Letters - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged - Dashboard Confessional

Title: Living In Your Letters
Album: MTV Unplugged
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Composer(s): Christopher Carrabba

Lyric:
I'm always assuming the worst
But you're going on nonetheless
And there's nothing to cushion your heart led fall

Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home
And there's something to cushion my callous sighs
And I know that you hope for longer good-byes
Embracing for forever and falling in your eyes
In your eyes, your eyes

Pouring over photographs, I'm living in your letters
Breathe deeply from this envelope
It smells like you and I can't be without that scent
It's filling me with all you mean to me, to me

Continually failing these trials
But you stand by me nonetheless
And you won't let me sink though I'm beggin' you, I'm beggin' you

Phone calls from further away and messages on my machine
But I don't ever tell you this distance seems terrible
There is no need to test my heart with useless space
These roads go on forever, there'll always be a place
For you in my heart

So I'll hit the pavement, it's gotta be better than waiting
And pushing you far away 'cause I'm scared
So I'll take my chances and head on my way up there
'Cause turning to you is like falling in love when you're ten

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Broken Hearts, Torn Up Letters And The Story Of A Lonely Girl - Lyrics - Liberation Transmission - Lostprophets

Title: Broken Hearts, Torn Up Letters And The Story Of A Lonely Girl
Album: Liberation Transmission
Artist: Lostprophets
Composer(s): Stuart Richardson, Lee Gaze, Michael Richard Lewis, Richard James Oliver, Ian Watkins

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Lyric:
The broken hearts and torn up letters
Girl you just can't dance forever
If you want to make it better

Her hands are in her pockets and she's scared to look
The picture's frozen and she's closed the book
Jealousy has only got one friend
And Joey's heart was never meant to mend

Walking faster now she holds him close
The timing matters just to take the dose
Empty pockets tell the stories

And there's no destiny when everyone's your enemy
Take your jealous heart and cast it into stone
You'll regret it all, living behind your wall
And you'll never fall in love, if you don't fall in love

The broken hearts and torn up letters
Girl you just can't dance forever
If you want to make it better

The nights are getting darker and the wind is cold
The summer sun has now become so old
Her closest friends were never meant to fade
With all these dreams, that didn't make the grade

Close the doors but never look inside
Time will tell if all your love has died
Empty pockets tell the stories

And there's no destiny when everyone's your enemy
Take your jealous heart and cast it into stone
You'll regret it all, living behind your wall
And you'll never fall in love, if you don't risk it all

The broken hearts and torn up letters
Girl you just can't dance forever
If you want to make it better

The broken hearts and torn up letters
Girl you just can't dance forever
If you want to make it better
Times like these won't last forever

Close the doors but never look inside
Time will tell if all your love has died
Empty pockets tell the stories

And there's no destiny when everyone's your enemy
Take your jealous heart and cast it into stone
You'll regret it all, living behind your wall
And you'll never fall in love, if you don't fall in love

You'll regret it all
(Broken hearts and torn up letters)
Living behind your wall
(Girl you just can't dance forever)
And you'll never fall in love if you don't risk it all
(If you want to make it better)

The broken hearts and torn up letters
Girl you just can't dance forever
If you want to make it better
Times like these won't last forever

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Static - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: Static
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): D Murphy, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yo, Sadat whassup?
Yo, I'm right here
I got these two girls
They ready to roll up the highway with me

Oh really?
I'ma get a little bit of gas
Think you can make that trip or what?
Yeah, I definitely can, you know that's a fact

Of course
Alright I'll be back in a few minutes
I'ma go back to the gas station and get some gas and fuel up
Alright, I'ma get some [unverified] and all that

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

Bumpin' systems, rollin' down the street in Detroit, Michigan
I switch again, bucket seats with my girlfriend
Wearin' Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto
Movin' quickly like the Lone Ranger, X is Tonto

Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes
440 engine blowin' wind, through our hair extension
Two bags of six packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs
Big attitude she's on the two train, I roll like Mad Max
Keep it simple baby young girl, now squeeze yo' pimple

How dare you walk around ignore the First National Bank
My name is unknown,[unverified] die my family call me Hank
I go way back, like you still shop at Alexando's
Buy your sandals for your little son, named Romandos
Watch your step Theresa, chew up on your slice at Easter

Can you surround me in the black tan
My living room, trips to Cancun, with these eighty ladies
The Jefferson's to the Brady, Sanford and the Son
I want the whole world and my old girl back

She left me for the postman, now she send me letters
I got a bottle of Grand Monet, drinkin' in the stairway
With the wizard Kool Keith, and I'm SPORTIN my rhymes
Funeral chimes signal the beginnin' of the end

Cowboy with more in, with my private dancin' chicks
They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix
(Uh, huh)
Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin' in a casino
The movie's Al Pacino

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

Got my check cashed, you posin' new, stop actin' girl, like a fool
Got the Benz on loan, Sadat rollin' by your school
You brought your frontin' friend Gwen, beggin' for the Benjamin
I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie Pippen

My man Mark riffin in the backseat, my cousin Clifton
You get me pissed and wearin big gloves like Sonny Liston
Leon Spinks with afro on, ready to rob the Brinks
I see you got your thongs out, Daisy Dukes and buns out
You call me when you broken hearted, when your money runs out

Back from the [unverified] you did it girl the blind way
Hold your horses, and evil forces
Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark
I'm tired of Pop Tart

Yeah, I'm touchin' Gwen with the butt love, the rubber glove
I'm touchin' that ass she swingin' her hair, claimin' she's an actress
But wasn't she that same chick I seen with the black dress?
Traded the ninety-eight for the sixty-eight Mustang

Me and Keith at the bar, do they know who we are?
Apparently, because all the drinks are free
It's, "Our house, in the middle of our street"
And when you come in here you better wipe your feet

I'm from Albuquerque, New Mex' to the great state of Texas
I rode across on a gray horse, [unverified]
Get to the sauce and add spaghetti, non-pork
(What?)
I'ma own New York, with a big spots of the BX
And German outposts, with the communists close
(No doubt)

I'm verbose, I host, the most, y'all should roast me
People watch closely and rewind me on the tape
Study this here, then look and listen
Take a step back and watch the black pearl glisten

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Everybody'S Free (To Wear Sunscreen) - Lyrics - Baz Luhrmann

Title: Everybody'S Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
Artist: Baz Luhrmann
Composer(s): Tim Cox, Nigel Swanston

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of 2007, wear sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
Whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
Than my own meandering experience, I will dispense this advice now

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh, never mind
You will never understand the power
And the beauty of your youth until they've faded
But trust me, in twenty years
You will look back at photos of yourself

And recall in a way you can't grasp now
How much possibility lay before you
And how fabulous you really looked
You are not as fat as you imagine

Don't worry about the future or worry that know that worrying
Is as affective as trying to solve an algebra equation
By chewing bubble gum
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things
That never crossed your worried mind
The kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday

Do one thing every day that scares you, sing
Don't be reckless with other peoples' hearts
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours, floss
Don't waste your time on jealousy
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind
The race is long and in the end, it's only with yourself

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements, stretch
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life

The most interesting people
I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't
Get plenty of calcium
Be kind to knees, you'll miss them when they're gone

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the "Funky Chicken"
On your 75th wedding anniversary
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much
Or berate yourself either
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can
Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own, dance
Even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room
Read the directions even if you don't follow them
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly

Brother and sister together will make it through
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you
And I'll be there just helping you out, whenever I can

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good
Be nice to your siblings, they are your best link to your past
And the people most likely to stick with you in the future
Understand that friends come and go
But a precious few, who should hold on

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
For as the older you get, the more you need the people
You knew when you were young
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard
Live in northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft

Travel, accept certain inalienable truths
Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old
And when you do, you'll fanaticise that when you were young
Prices were reasonable, politicians were noble
And children respected their elders

Respect your elders, don't expect anyone else to support you
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse
But you'll never know when either one will run out
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're forty
It will look eighty-five
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it

Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
Wishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off
Painting over the ugly parts and recycling for more than it's worth
But trust me on the sunscreen

Brother and sister together will make it through, oh yeah
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you
And I'll be there just helping you out, whenever I can

Everybody's free, oh yeah, everybody's free, oh yeah, oh, to feel good

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

World Filled With Love - Lyrics - Slicker Than Your Average - Craig David

Title: World Filled With Love
Album: Slicker Than Your Average
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Craig David, Fraser T Smith

Lyric:
Saw some pictures in the paper of a girl
I'd met the day before
I couldn't believe that hours later
I had reporters knockin' at my door

But I used to dream about the life I'm living now and
I didn't think I'd miss those things from the past
And I'm not afraid of leaving or letting go of what I had
'Cause I realize that now there's no turning back

'Cause I'm a young heart living in a world filled with love
So when tear drops fall from me like rain from above
I can brush my troubles away, know that deep down inside
I've got sun shinin' in my life

I used to think I could get better
My girlfriends always used to get me wrong
Some just sent messages, love letters
But those kinda feelings never lasted long

'Cause now the only love I finds within a castle made of sand
And when the tide goes out it's swept away
Though I got my peace of mind and time is firmly on my side
So through the battles I can safely say

That I'm a young heart living in a world filled with love
So when tear drops fall from me like rain from above
I can brush my troubles away, know that deep down inside
I've got sun shinin' in my life

Troubles lie in its way
Can't find another again
Brush my troubles away

'Cause I mean I'm caught living in a world filled with love
So when tear drops fall from me like rain from above
I can brush my troubles away, know that deep down inside
I've got sun shinin' in my life

I'm caught living in a world filled with love
So when tear drops fall from me like rain from above
I can brush my troubles away, know that deep down inside
I've got sun shinin' in my life

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Brokens Hearts And Concrete Floors - Lyrics - Dashboard Confessional

Title: Brokens Hearts And Concrete Floors
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Composer(s): Christopher Carrabba

Lyric:
I'm always assuming the worst
But you're going on none the less
And there's nothing to cushion your heart
Let it fall

Letters from further away
Keep pulling me close to home
And there's something to cushion
My callous eyes

And I know that you hope for longer goodbyes
Embracing for forever
And falling in your eyes
In your eyes, your eyes

Pouring over photographs, I'm living in your letters
Breathe deeply from this envelope it smells like you
And I can't be without that scent, it's filling me
With all you mean to me, to me

Continually failing these trials
But you stand by me none the less
And you won't let me sink though I'm begging you
I'm begging you

Phone calls from further away
And messages on my machine
But I don't ever tell you
This distance seems terrible

There's no need to test my heart with useless space
These roads go on forever
They'll always be a place
For you, in my heart

So I'll hit the pavement it's gotta be better then waiting
And pushing you far away 'cause I'm scared
So I'll take my chances and head on my way up there
'Cause turning to you is like falling love when you're ten

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Friends - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Friends
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Quincy Delight Jones Iii, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young

Lyric:
I wanna be
Yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit nigga
Ay yo, what you doing with that big ass?

My ghetto love song, set it off, set it off
Let's be friends, where my niggaz at?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?
Where my niggaz at, all my real niggaz?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?

Let's be friends
(Throw ya hands in the air)
There's no need to front
(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)

Let's be friends
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
(Throw ya hands in the air)
Westside

Approach you and post a minute
(Yeah)
All on my double-R tinted as you pass bye winking
My eye, freshly scented, what's the happs, baby?
(What's up?)

Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(Ha ha ha, get money, baby)
Currency seem small I need companionship
(Hey)

Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
So why you hesitating? Acting like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink
(Bling, bling, bling)

This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreaming mother fucker on a mash for bitches
(Bitch)
Check my resume, sipping on Crystalle and allazay

Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way
(Westside)
Don't like tricking but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch
(Word)

Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap
Putting bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While tugging on your made bitch head
(Westside)

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily
(Come on, y'all)
Baby, let's be friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Come on, y'all)
No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at, all my niggaz?)

Because I know you want to fuck
(Where my bitches at?)
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checking for you hardcore

Staring and watching, me and you one on one
(See that)
Picture countless options, was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me
(Oh, my God)

Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
(Yes, yes, yes)
Far from a quest I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts

You got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
Just a skinny nigga fucking like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me

What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
(Come here baby, come here)
Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
That's friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Hahah, where my bitches at?)
(Throw ya guns in the air)
No need to front, let's be friends
(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)

Because I know you want to fuck
Let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)

No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at?)
(Where my bitches at? Where my people at?)
Because I know you want to fuck, let's be

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got 'em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch
(Ha ha)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?

Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came
(Westside)
Scream my name 'cause, baby
It's the licoius ghetto weak spot, for pretty bitches

Up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluent
In and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside

I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hating niggaz 'cause they cock block
(Cock block)

You probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizing, seeing you naked
It's a fuck song check the record
(So check my record)

Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at
Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at
(Come on)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Right here)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Westside in this motherfucker)
All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here
(Come on, Westside in this motherfucker right here)

Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches be?
(Come on)

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
Where my down getting bitches? The cash getting niggaz
(Come on)
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
(Westside in this motherfucker)

Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
(Ha ha, my ghetto love song)
Make money, take money, be friends
(You know)

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

Let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on
Let's get paid

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Monday, August 2, 2010

5 And 1/2 Minute Hallway - Lyrics - Poe

Title: 5 And 1/2 Minute Hallway
Artist: Poe
Composer(s): Annie Danielewski, Josh Clayton Felt

Lyric:
I live at the end of a 5 and 1/2 minute hallway
But as far as I can see you are still miles from me
In your doorway

And oh by the way
When the landlord came today
He measured everything
I knew he'd get it wrong
But I just played along
'Cause I was hoping that would solve it all

But there's only so far I can go
When you're living in a hallway that keeps growing
I think to myself
5 More minutes and I'll be there

Inside your door
But there's more to this story
Than I have exposed
There are words made of letters
Unwritten
And yes I forgive you
For leading me on

You can think of it like this
When you can't resist
I'm in your hallway standing on a cliff
And just when I think I've found the trick
I'm tumbling
Like an echo

'Cause there's only so far I can go
When you're living in a hallway that keeps growing
I think to myself
30 Seconds and I'll be there

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Letters From War - Lyrics - Stories & Songs - Mark Schultz

Title: Letters From War
Album: Stories & Songs
Artist: Mark Schultz
Composer(s): Cindy Lavonne Morgan, Mark Schultz

Lyric:
She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summers day
Found a letter from her son
In a war, far away

He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he'd made
Said, " I'd been thinking 'bout dad
And the life that he had that's why, I'm here today"
And then in the end he said, "You are what I'm fighting for"
It was the first of his letters from war

She started writing
You're good and you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home, make it safe
She wrote every night as she prayed

Late in December
A day, she'll not forget
Oh, her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read

It said, "I was up on a hill, I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out and bombs were exploding
That's when I saw him, he came back for me
And though he was captured a man set me free
And that man was your son, he asked me to write to you
I told him, I would, Oh, I swore"
It was the last of the letters from war

And she prayed, he was living, kept on believing
And wrote every night just to say
You are good and you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home, make it safe
Still she kept writing each day

Then two years later
Autumn leaves, all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground
And out stepped a captain
Where her boy used to stand

He said, "Mom, I'm followin' orders
From all of your letters and I've come home again"
He ran into hold her, dropped all his bags on the floor
Holdin' all of her letters from war

Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Life Is What You Make It - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Life Is What You Make It
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis, E Simmons

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Lyric:
Yo ill will, ruff ryders
What what, straight like that

You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
A weed head, a coke sniffer
You rich or a broke nigga
Know you all relate to this shit that I wrote niggas
Lots of my mans trapped up in a max
Penatentary, sending me letters, I answer back
That eventually, we be all bentley'ed out
Throwing campaigns, fuck it, I'm running for White House

My niggas control Senate, pipe seats, jeeps tinted
Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit
Did dirt, now I knew it would come back one day
So I'm on point, scrap, prepare for gun play
Stared at one face, thought it was beef, he looked familiar
Ready to blast, nigga gave me daps, said "I feel ya
Can't believe how my life changed
From the hood, the first time in my life I can say I did the right thing"

Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it

Everyday shit around the way, shit got me stressed
So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test
I got no time for games 'cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke nigga? Laugh when you get blown up
See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father
'Cause you played it sweet, now you floating in the harbor
Shit is hectic, so respect it for your health
Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself

Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday it's getting darker, then comes the night
Now what? Realize that you ain't got shit
Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit
So just peep the flow yo', cause you already in this
Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business

Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it

Make history before you go
Fuck the misery, you livin' po, we gettin' doe
Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo', time is viable
Low and behold, the young, black, and powerful
Got to eat yo, everyday my daughters feet grow
You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
Payin' doctors when I'm born, a preacher if I'm buried
That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit

Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a b'ness
If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it
Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit
Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
Prepare for the worse, no fears no nothing on earth
No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first
Nor the last nigga, let's get this cash nigga

Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it
Life is what you make it nigga, I'm a make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Life Is What You Make It - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Life Is What You Make It
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis, E Simmons

Lyric:
Yo ill will, Ruff Ryders
What, what, sraight like that

You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
A weed head, a coke sniffer, you rich or a broke nigga
Know you all relate to this shit that I wrote niggas

Lots of my mans trapped up in a max
Penatentary, sending me letters I answer back
That eventually, we all be bentley'ed out
Throwing campaigns, fuck it I'm running for White House

My niggas control Senate, pipe seats jeeps tinted
Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit
Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day
So I'm on point, scrap, prepare for gun play

Stared at one face, thought it was beef he looked familiar
Ready to blast, nigga gave me daps said I feel ya
Can't believe how my life changed, from the hood
The first time in my life I can say I did the right thing

Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh
Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh huh

Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh
Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it

Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed, what
So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test, uh
I got no time for games 'cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke nigga? Laugh when you get blown up, come on

You see how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father
'Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor, for real
Shit is hectic so respect it for your health, what
Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself, come on

Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night

Now what? What? Realize that you ain't got shit, uh
Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit
So just peep the flow yo, 'cause you already in this
Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business, uh huh

Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh
Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh huh

Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh
Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it

Make history before you go
Fuck the misery, you livin' po', we gettin doe
Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo, why?
Time is viable, low and behold, the young, black and powerful

Got to eat yo, everyday my daughters feet grow
You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
Payin' doctors when I'm born, a preacher if I'm buried
That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit

Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a business
If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
Deals made by God and the Devil and we in it
Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit

Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
Prepare for the worse, no fears no nothing on earth
No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first
Nor the last nigga, let's get this cash nigga

Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh
Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh huh

Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh
Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it, uh huh

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Betweens - The Wrong Road - Lyrics - Go

Title: Betweens - The Wrong Road
Artist: Go
Composer(s): Robert Forster, Grant Mclennan

Lyric:
A trader in furs living in exile
Boy, what a kook, look at that passport
Stale bread and paper without privilege
If you live here learn the language

When the rain hit the roof
With the sound of a finished kiss
Like a lip lifted from a lip
I took the wrong road 'round

A room in a lighthouse near the park
The ghosts in the next room hear you cough
Time drags on Sundays spent in Mayfair
With all your riches, why aren't you there?

Well, the wind acts like a magnet
And pulls the leaf from the tree
And the town's lost its breath
I took the wrong road 'round

Handsome is good, pretty is better
What was that phrase, grace under pressure?
Blind by the light bulb, blood to the bank
Lost all yours letters when the ship sank

In the disjointed breaking light
The soft blue approach of the water
Makes a sound you won't forget
I took the wrong road 'round

Stranded at low-tide where the river bends
Wouldn't you know it? That's how life ends
Lucky at cards, that's an old lie
Lucky in love, that's how life ends

Well, the turncoats turned around
When they heard the sound of the bell
Dropped their coins into the well
I took the wrong road 'round

Started out Oliver, ended up Fagin
Don't you worry, it's my problem
What's my name, what's my number?
I'm the lonely one

It's just at the end of the day
When the light makes its slow move away
That I know all I can say is
I took the wrong road 'round

Gambled with risk, paid you back with risk
So now you know who your friends are
They'll steel your shadow when your back's turned
Bouquets of flowers, lesson's over

When the rain hit the roof
With the sound of a finished kiss
Like a lip lifted from a lip
And I took the wrong road 'round

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Keep Me Down - Lyrics - The Fix - Scarface

Title: Keep Me Down
Album: The Fix
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): B Jordan, D Lamb

Lyric:
This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down
You know you got to touch that

We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart
We turned the street hustle into an art
That would quickly change life forever for us
No more riding bikes or catching the bus

We on the roll up, money to fold up
With cognac and cooked yola
Got the neighborhood about to blow up, but hold up
I see this van sittin?, this old cat in a fitted
Trying to get your little homey tore up

Yo bruh, we ain?t working on this corner take your ass on, dog
?Fore you make me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking fagot
I know you want to catch me with this bag so you can hide me
Or with my 44 so you can 45 me

You put this shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us
And when you finally catch us up you give us letters
A cold thing just when a nigga reach his gold man
You hand him a case for easing out the dope game and I?m

Watching us unfold with the times
He don?t really want a nigga to climb
You?d rather separate me from my family forever
Instead of trying to keep us together
You motherfuckers would rather keep me down

So what I rap about these streets
That don?t make me be no less of a man
Than a person that do work with his hands
It?s bad enough I got to deal with all these pressures that stand
You tryin? to make me stray away from my plan
Know what I?m sayin??

I?m from the gutter, where all we had was one another
No wheat bread to butter, from one bed to the other
All uncles and no brother my mother?s at work
My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt

And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell
I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell
And these niggas in my age group is dead or either locked up
The bitches no better, they smoked out or knocked up

But I still love my hood, that?s where it started
Ain?t no hard feelings, we partners nigga, regardless
That?s why you always see me coming around
?Cause I could never turn my back on my town but still I?m

Watching us unfold with the times
He don?t really want a nigga to climb
You?d rather separate me from my family forever
Instead of trying to keep us together
You motherfuckers would rather keep me down

Watching us unfold with the times
He don?t really want a nigga to climb
You?d rather separate me from my family forever
Instead of trying to keep us together
You motherfuckers would rather keep me down

Money never changed me
Money changed the people around
Now they plot to try to keep me down
But still I rise like yeast

Your whole conversation ?bout B
Fuck a nigga talking bout me, I?m a G
The realest motherfucker ever done it
You can?t continue to pimp me and y?all eat from it

So fuck every soul who ever felt like I owed
Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme
Or a god damn chance, motherfucker you sad
You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand

Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes
To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing stones
And that goes for everybody thinking it?s them

Fuck you, you and you her
Him and him, Tom, Dick and Kim
All of y?all stand accused saying fuck to me
And I done bought your children?s shoes I?m

Watching us unfold with the times
He don?t really want a nigga to climb
You?d rather separate me from my family forever
Instead of trying to keep us together
You motherfuckers would rather keep me down

Watching us unfold with the times
He don?t really want a nigga to climb
You?d rather separate me from my family forever
Instead of trying to keep us together
You motherfuckers would rather keep me down

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Ghetto Love - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Ghetto Love
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Mia X Percy Miller, Mo B Dick John Pastorius, M Young

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Lyric:
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got

I remember walking you from school and homies hate me
But I ain't tripping 'cause I knew one day girl you'd be my lady
Probably have my baby I know it sound crazy
But thugs need love and if you real girl save me

Your loyalty got me a sucker for love
And when I went to jail you sent kisses and hugs
And I could feel your lips through your letters
You said wait for me, 'cause you down with whatever

Now I'm out girl and we balling
Mansions, 600 Benzes, Lex Luther
Trucks and Ferraries, Rolex watches and bracelets
Diamonds on your ears and taking trips in foreign places

Now we be hooked like drugs
But you been there from the beginning
That's why we call it ghetto love

And I hope you know what you got
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got

My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders
So every chance I get I try to grab him and hold him
Boo, you know I care, I'm gone be there through the toughest of times
Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind

You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do
I can't see being in love without you
Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me
That's why them other broads know we gone be

I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes
Running around and creeping
But you know just where to find your true love
Before the fame the big names and the money
I was at the bus stop with you honey

That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides
With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house
But don't doubt, if you gotta go back to the projects
I won't diss ya, I'm coming right with ya 'cause I love you thug

You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got

You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got

You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got

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Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying - Lyrics - Fall Out Boy

Title: Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Composer(s): Andrew John Hurley, Peter L Wentz, Patrick Martin Stumph, Joseph Mark Trohman

Lyric:
This has been said so many times
That I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters

If you are the shores
I am the waves begging for big moons
I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town, no

Your secret's out

I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over, you don't, don't matter

This has been said so many times
That I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again
That all us boys are just screaming

Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts

Your secret's out

I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over, you don't, don't matter

I used to obsess over living
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying in on top of you

This has been said so many times
That I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times
That I'm not sure if it matters

This has been said so many times
That I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times
That I'm not sure if it matters

I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over, you don't, don't, don't, don't matter

From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about how all my worst fears are letting out
He said, "Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?"
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die

Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address on the same old loneliness?
And this is you and me and me and you
Until we've got nothing left

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Respiration - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Respiration
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Dante Smith, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Tony Cottrell

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Lyric:
What'd you do last night? We, did umm, two whole cars
It was me, Dez and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
All you see is and then you know

Big, big, you know, some block silver letters
That said 'Crime in the city', right?
It just took up the whole car?
Yeah, yeah, it was a whole car and shit

Escuchela, la ciudad respirando
Escuchela, la ciudad respirando
Escuchela, la ciudad respirando
Escuchela

The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin', like who on top of this?
People was tusslin', arguin' and bustlin'
Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin'

I'm wrestlin' with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin' what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable

Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we, New York, the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips

For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin' class watches
Skyscrapers is colossal, the cost of living
Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options

No Batman and Robin, can't tell between the cops and the robbers
They both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened

My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin'
You either make a way or stay sobbin'
The shiny apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat

Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, Nasdaq averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existence
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline

Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin'
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

Breathin' in deep city breaths, sittin' on shitty steps
We stoop to new lows, Hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
Communication with one another and ghetto birds where waters fall
From the hydrants to the gutters

The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin'
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin' visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin' God

But havin' children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Gettin' knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise

Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog
Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair

It's a paradox we call reality
So, keepin' it real will make you a casualty of abnormal normality
Killers born naturally like Mickey and Mallory
Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary

Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin' what you believe in
For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded

My blood pressure boiled and rose 'cause New York niggaz
Actin' spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire State

So much on my mind, I just can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline

Yo, don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin'
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

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Yo, on the amen, corner I stood lookin' at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin' down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered

I choreograph 'Seven Steps To Heaven'
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
Veteran of a cold war, it's Chicago for
What I know or, what's known

So, some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin' to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong

Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own, outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes

My circumstance's between Cabrini and love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God how he thought travellin' the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown

It's deep, I heard the city breathe in it's sleep
Of reality I touch but for me it's hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep

So much on my mind, I just can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke, retrace the skyline

Yo, how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Kiss the eyes goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving

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