Mostly Memories - Lyrics - In with the Out Crowd - Less Than Jake

Title: Mostly Memories
Album: In with the Out Crowd
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): Vinny Fiorello, Roger Manganelli, Louis James Schaub, Peter John Wasilewski

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Lyric:
I can't seem to recognize
Either side of this modern version or fading person I was
I tried to memorize dates and times of
Old accidents and the failed attempts
Now I'm, I'm still afraid of those mistakes I've made

I'm mostly memories, most missed opportunities
Mostly minor tragedies, I'm mostly you and me
Mostly memories, most missed opportunities
Mostly abnormalities, I'm mostly you and me, you and me

I can't seem to recognize, either side of my conversations
Or contemplations I've done
I've tried to memorize the truth and lies
Of the facts and fictions and the half truth admissions I've done
I'm still afraid of those mistakes I've made

I'm mostly memories, mostly missed opportunities
Mostly minor tragedies, I'm mostly you and me
Mostly memories, most missed opportunities
Mostly abnormalities, I'm mostly you and me, you and me

Out of luck and had enough
Out of trust and out of touch
Out of time, I'm hanging up

I'm mostly memories, mostly missed opportunities
Mostly minor tragedies, I'm mostly you and me
Mostly memories, most missed opportunities
Mostly abnormalities, I'm mostly you and me

I'm mostly memories, mostly missed opportunities
Mostly abnormalities, I'm mostly you and me
Mostly memories, most missed opportunities
Mostly minor tragedies, I'm mostly you and me and you and me

I'm mostly memories

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Won'T Forget These Days - Lyrics - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

Title: Won'T Forget These Days
Artist: Fury In The Slaughterhouse
Composer(s): Thorsten Wingenfelder, Kai-Uwe Wingenfelder

Lyric:
Late at night, I switch on my radio
I sing myself a lullaby
I close my eyes and wait
Till the wind blows round the corner

Bringing back the memories to me, uhh, yeah
Well, we dreamed our lives
And we lived our dreams
We've sacrificed our future for a heart of rock and roll

Won't forget these days and I never thought I would
Won't forget these days,uhh
I won't forget these days and I never thought I would
Won't forget these days, won't forget these days

Everybody's so important
And they all wanna cheat you
Learn it by heart, right from the start
Bread is bread and you can even eat it

Count what you've sold but gold remains cold
Young boys take their dirty hands and swear
Nothing should come between us
But mostly it comes earlier than anybody wants it

Won't forget these days and I never thought I would
Won't forget these days, uhh
I won't forget these days and I never thought I would
Won't forget these days

I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't forget
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't forget, uhh
I, I won't forget and I never thought I would
Uhh, I won't forget and I never thought I would

Won't forget these days and I never thought I would
Won't forget these days, uhh
I won't forget these days and I never thought I would
Won't forget these days

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Never B Peace - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Never B Peace
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kotari Cox, Malcolm Greenridge, Johnny Jackson, Francisco Pimentel, Donna Hunter, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Now of course I want peace on the streets, but realistically
Paintin' perfect pictures ain't never work, my misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures
In my quest for cash, I learned fast

Usin' violent measures, memories of adolescent years
Their was unity, but after puberty we brought war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop
I want to help, but still I'm steppin'
Keepin' my weapon, must protect myself

The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me
Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me
Sippin' Thunder Bird and grape Kool-Aid
Callin' Earl since my stomach was empty
It seduced me to fuck the world

Watch my 'lil homies, lose there childhood to guns
Nobody cries no more, 'cause we all die for fun
So why you ask me if I want peace, if you can't grant it
Niggas fightin' across the whole planet
So we can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Somebody owes me, will they control me? Nah
I ain't a hater playa, but I want all you got
Your babies have babies, now we fightin' each other
My dogs got rabies, they bitin' each other

'N it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Big fully is a bully, and he don't mind dyin'
And I gotta be bright, miss sign after sign
Time after time, after time after time

And I don't like nobody, they don't like me more
And I'm cool with that finally,but they heard it before
Dog, we livin' in a prison
Losin' our religion on 'em

Thanks given when thankful just for livin' in hell
Damn homey I don't mean to be harsh
But it's the devil in the ghetto tryin' to tear it apart
And if we make it up out , we still stuck in the dark
Will there ever be peace? Just the peace in my heart, never

The only peace we got
Is the peace in our heart
Or the peace in our mind
Right there in piece that we hold in our waste line
Feel me dog? Cm'on

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Things are changin', nigga you better fantasize
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it
We all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this

Niggas spendin' too much time hatin' on each other
Niggas buyin' guns, load 'em up, aim at each other
And the victim is you and me, the secret is true indeed
The good die, mostly over bullshit, repeatedly

Deep in me there's a part that wants nothin' but love
But the rest of me knows war is what's waitin' for us
So I stays ready, keep my pay heavy and boss up
Stack my funds and my guns, never rely on luck

Askin' God to point out the impostors
Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
'Cause they'll never be peace
So don't rely on it, soldiers die for
And in the ghetto, they tryin' for it, fuck peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Nigga there'll never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
'Cause there'll never be peace
Will there ever be peace?

Shit, fuck peace
On the strength till my niggas get a piece, we can't have peace
How the fuck we gonna live happy if we ain't got none?
You motherfuckers is smiling, but I'm mean muggin'
Why? 'Cause gotta be thuggin'

I've seen drugs done turned this motherfuckin' hood out
All us niggas actin' up, wild ass motherfuckin' adolescents
These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more
How the fuck can you have a childhood and you have a funeral
Every motherfuckin' weekend

And you motherfuckers talkin' about peace?
Nigga, it ain't no motherfuckin' peace
You ain't seen the news motherfucker?
You ain't heard? Little babies gettin' smoked

Motherfuckers killin' there whole family
'Lil kids gettin' thrown off buildings
Motherfuckers gettin' abused
Peace? Niggas you out your motherfuckin' mind?

Fuck peace, we can't never have peace
'Till you motherfuckers clean up this mess you made
'Till u fuckin' clean up the dirt you dropped
'Till we get a piece, fuck peace, Westside

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There U Go - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: There U Go
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kotari Cox, Yafu Fula, Malcolm Greenridge, Johnny Jackson, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
There you go
Actin' like a hoe
I don't know why I be fuckin' witchu

Was it the liquor, that makes me act blind
Times that I'm with her
Anonymous pictures of other niggaz tryin' to kiss her
Will I love her or shall I diss her?
I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal with
Tryin' to paint a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy no longer carefree
'Cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep tellin' me

I'm on tour but now my bedroom's an open door
So it got me thinkin', what am I tryin' for?
When I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please
A lil', trick on a mission tryin' to get in my P's
Me and my niggaz is thug niggaz, former known drug dealers
We don't love bitches and believe, they don't love niggaz
I gotta blame my attraction but you became a distraction
A threat to my paper stackin'
I thought you changed but now I know
Can't turn a hoe into a housewife, baby, and there you go

There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
Hoe, see the word on the streets you're
Hoe, just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe, now I found out for myself you're
Hoe, girl you need to check yourself

These silly bitches got this game twisted
So I don't claim 'em, just bang 'em
Papa raised a player, so player, I play 'em
I got hoes that got more hoes than me
So how I look, gettin' hooked, like I ain't got G
Truly cutie booty big, but that ain't enough
And the head make me beg, still that just ain't enough
When I don't trust her, the bitch be lyin' too much
When she be dyin' to fuck me you be buyin' her stuff

See girlfriend I know, your whole M.O's preoccupied with mostly
Gettin' clown after clown, town coast to coast see
I been tryin' to stay away from sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front
Just name, spots on yo' body for me to touch while you clutch this game
I keep flowin' like H2O it ain't nuthin' for me to say
Why you keep actin' like a hoe? But there you go

There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
Hoe, see the word on the streets you're
Hoe, just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe, now I found out for myself you're
Hoe, girl you need to check yourself

Uhh, when I first met her I told her I was busy all the time
Now she, callin' me flippin' like she miss me all the time
How she, don't even trip she got a man at home
You need to stop chasin' dick bitch and raise your son
I'm like, damn, we can creep sometime
And you know I'm on the road for like weeks at a time
Girl you're thirsty and stop callin' while I'm workin' you hurtin' me
All this bullshit is irkin' me girl but there you go

I blame it on yo' momma, she need to holla at you
But should I blame it on yo' daddy for all the things that you do
'Cause there you go, just like a hoe, caught in the streets
Like givin' yo' number out to every nigga you meet
I'm tired of the games you playin', so stop playin'
You hear what I'm sayin', you only good for parlayin
I'm layin' down the rules, this a game that you lose
So the streets can have you baby 'cause I stay on the move
There you go

There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
Hoe, see the word on the streets you're
Hoe, just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe, now I found out for myself you're
Hoe, girl you need to check yourself

There you go baby girl, that's the story
There you motherfuckin' go
I coulda swore you told me you was gon' change
And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and
You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and
You was gon' stay home and try to chill
What happened baby?
Oh, so yo' friend wanted to go out

That wasn't you that went out
You was just goin' out 'cause yo' friend was
Okay, so you was pissy drunk up in that nigga car
'Cause yo' friend wanted to get drunk?
It's all good, there you go baby
Oh I ain't trippin' on them niggaz callin' the house
It's all good, 'cause there you go
Me I'ma still be a player, all day baby
So uhh, there you go

There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
Hoe, see the word on the streets you're
Hoe, just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe, now I found out for myself you're
Hoe, girl you need to check yourself

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Matthew - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Matthew
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Deutschendorf

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Lyric:
Had an uncle named Matthew
Was his fathers only boy
Born just south of Colby, Kansas
Was his mother's pride and joy

Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue, just a Kansas summer sky

And all the stories that he told me
Back when I was just a lad
And all the memories that he gave me
And all the good times that he had

Growing up a Kansas farm boy
Life was mostly having fun
Riding on his Daddy's shoulders
Behind a mule, beneath the sun

Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue, just a Kansas summer sky

Well, I guess there were some hard times
And I'm told some years were lean
They had a storm in forty-seven
A twister came and stripped them clean

He lost the farm and lost his family
He lost the wheat and lost his home
But he found the family Bible
Faith as solid as a stone

Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue, just a Kansas summer sky

So he came to live at our house
And he came to work the land
He came to ease my Daddy's burden
And he came to be my friend

So I wrote this down for Matthew
And it's for him the song is sung
Riding on his Daddy's shoulders
Behind a Mule, beneath the sun

Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue, just a Kansas summer sky

Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on
Love was just the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue, just a Kansas summer sky

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Supermodel - Lyrics - Bran Van 3000

Title: Supermodel
Artist: Bran Van 3000
Composer(s): Eric Pierre Bergen, James Di Salvio, Stephen James Hawley, Duane Larson

Lyric:
Ooh, look at all this company coming 'round tonight
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello
You really wanna know?
Well, I'll tell you, might have to pour myself
Another little moonshine, here we go

Was a sweet and frosty May
In the town of Thunder Bay
When Dale and Wendy Day
Went out to Sweet brush Lake

Found a weeping willow to sit down
And do the Thunder Bay a go-go
While the wind was real soft
Poor little Wendy just had to break

Later on that month, Dale went for Pepper lunch
At the 'We're All In This Together Diner'
Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on time
Chili dog's even finer

The real reason was that Wendy was working counter
Two little kids just couldn't get enough of each other
Dale broke out like a man and said
"Wendy, I think I want to take your hand
And make little children, live beyond the sand"

"In respect to the clouds
And the colony of your eyes
That day we made love
I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones"

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
Which is exactly what happened
(There ain't no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
Let me ask you one question and it goes
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like being pretty?

Now, everyone knows
That if you're going to run a successful cafe
You have to hire the prettiest waitress

Amber turns out had been working
At the Pepperlunch Café
Just like her mother did 20 years earlier
And it boils down to this very simple doctrine
Given by Ralph Habbasham, the owner

Ralph says the customer is always right
The customers here are mostly men
And though it don't seem
From table 2 to 16, all men do is dream
Of falling in love, just like women

Now watching from table 20 was a man from New York city
Who is most impressed with Amber's poses
He said, "Come over here, missy, I got a kind of proposition
That is, if you're willing to listen"

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
(There ain't no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
Come with me
(Hey supermodel)

And she was just everywhere
I mean little girls wanted to be like her
Little boys wanted to be with her
And even mothers somehow altered their physique
Just to be a little close to what Amber represented

One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner
Where she used to work, really missed those coconut cake cucumbers
And made out with one giant missile on the top of her forehead
Poor little Amber couldn't do a thing about it

And her poor career went kinda downhill
As the people outside her hotel room penthouse cried out
Well, you know what they cried out

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
Sing along with me gals
(There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine)
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like being a teen dream?

Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart
I loved you from the very first day, from the start
But you left, call it theft of the heart, bring me back the spark
Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left

Bright lights in the glitter, the shine of the night, right
You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight
But it's Timber, watch these trees that are falling
Pretty little princess with no one to call

It's a small town, now girl, it doesn't seem so small
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall with me
Y'all, check it with the degrees, bring it back on the MIC
'Cause the man's on his knees
Small town ways in the G's from grade
Bring me back sunny days, we's that praise, haze

Y'all tripping through the maze everyday
In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine
Come back, y'all, to the very first day that we met
'Cause I must call it theft, y'all

Protection and selection of my memories
Poet on the mic with degrees saying, please
Princess, y'all, my supermodel girl
Bring you back, pretty princess
'Cause I like to rock your world
One time, smooth, sweet like wine

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Where My House Lives - Lyrics - Willie Nelson

Title: Where My House Lives
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): Willie Nelson

Lyric:
Stop here
Across the street to your right
That's where my house lives
Sometimes I stayed there at night

But mostly I was on the move
Business first you know
And she'd wait there in her lonely room
But oh that's been so long ago

She's gone now
She couldn't stand to be alone
And now it waits there
This house that used to be my home

I never go there 'cause it holds
Too many memories since she's gone
But right there is where
My house lives all alone

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Time Spent Missing You - Lyrics - Dwight Yoakam

Title: Time Spent Missing You
Artist: Dwight Yoakam
Composer(s): Dwight David Yoakam

Lyric:
The nighttime gets longer each morning I wake up
With sunlight that's long overdue
I start making plans for having thoughts that might take up
Some of the time that I'll spend missing you

Winters come a crawling after fall left me calling
For an end to what spring put me through
Summers only blessing had been the warm breeze caressing
All the time that I spent missing you

Minutes of misery drag through hours of memories
Past a voice that swears they're not true
It keeps avoiding, denying though but mostly just lying
About the time that I'll spend missing you

Winters come a crawling after fall left me calling
For an end to what spring put me through
Summers only blessing had been the warm breeze caressing
All the time that I spent missing you

Winters come a crawling after fall left me calling
For an end to what spring put me through
Summers only blessing had been the warm breeze caressing
All the time that I spent missing you

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