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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Portland - Lyrics - Replacements

Title: Portland
Artist: Replacements
Composer(s): Paul Westerberg

Lyric:
Shared a cigarette for breakfast
Shared an airplane ride for lunch
Sitting in between a ghost
And a walking bowl of punch
Can you play a little hunch?

Predicting a delay on landing
Well, I predict we'll have a drink
Lost my money on the first hand
Got burned on a big fat king

And your ears are gonna ring
And your eyes just wanna close
Nothing changes I suppose

It's too late to turn back, here we go
Portland, oh, no
It's too late to turn back, here we go
Portland

We'll wait away the raindrops
Look out boy, you'll catch cold
Serving boy can chain nothing
That ain't anchored to his throne
But at least he's going home

Sitting like a backwoods junkie
Caught down in a servant trust
Look at the funny monkey
Putting silver in his cup

And your silver turns to rust
And your secondhand clothes
Trust no one I suppose

It's too late to turn back, here we go
Portland, oh, no
It's too late to turn back, here we go
Portland

Shared a cigarette for breakfast
Shared a pack of lies for lunch
Credit card, almighty
Bringing in the next little bunch

And you owe me on a hunch
And your eyes just wanna close
'Coz nothing changin' I suppose

It's too late to turn back, here we go
Portland, oh, no
It's too late to turn back, here we go
Portland, oh, no

It's too late to turn back, it's too late I know
Portland, Portland, Portland, Portland

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Portland Town - Lyrics - Joan Baez

Title: Portland Town
Artist: Joan Baez
Composer(s): Derroll Lewis Adams, John Stewart

Lyric:
I was born in Portland town
I was born in Portland town
Yes I was, yes I was, yes I was

I was born in Portland town
Got married in Portland town
Yes I did, yes I did, yes I did

Got married in Portland town
Had children one, two, three
Yes I did, yes I did, yes I did

They sent them away to war
Ain't got no kids no more
No I ain't, no I ain't, no I ain't

I was born in Portland town
I was born in Portland town
Yes I was, yes I was, yes I was

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Friday, July 30, 2010

I Am The Walrus - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: I Am The Walrus
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Rodney Linderman, Joseph Genaro, Dead Sabatino, David Schulthise

Lyric:
A young Watusi watches 'I Love Lucy'
And I think, "What can this mean?"
A goat goes to school and makes us look like fools
And I think, "What can this mean?"

They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!

Sold my niece to Edwin Meese
And I wonder what life's about
Talked of tires while your dog caught fire
And I wonder what life's about

They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!

Yeah! Some nights I'm lying in bed wonderin' what would happen
If Nancy Sinatra suddenly freaked out and climbed a tree and decided
She doesn't want to do 'These Boots are Made for Walking' any more
And all she ever wanted to do for the rest of her natural life was
Hum the 'Theme from Swat'

They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!

Poke out your eyes and move to Portland
Kill your wife and move to Portland
Burn down your home and move to Portland
Come on everybody! We're movin' to Portland

They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!
They call me the walrus!
Yeah I am the walrus!

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Portland Oregon(Duet With Jack White) - Lyrics - Loretta Lynn

Title: Portland Oregon(Duet With Jack White)
Artist: Loretta Lynn
Composer(s): Loretta Lynn

Lyric:
Well, Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain't love, then tell me what is, uh huh, uh huh
Well I lost my heart, it didn't take no time
But that ain't all, I lost my mind in Oregon

In a booth in the corner with the lights down low
I was movin' in fast, she was takin' it slow, uh huh, uh huh
Well, I looked at him and caught him lookin' at me
I knew right then we were playin' free in Oregon

Next day, we knew last night got drunk
But we loved enough for the both of us, uh huh, uh huh
In the morning when the night had sobered up
It was much too late for the both of us in Oregon

Well, sloe gin fizz works mighty fast
When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass, uh huh, uh huh
Hey bartender, before you close
Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go

And a pitcher to go
(And a pitcher to go)
And a pitcher to go
(And a pitcher to go)

And a pitcher to go
(And a pitcher to go)
Yeah

And a pitcher to go
And a pitcher to go

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

The Brakeman'S Blues - Lyrics - Bill Monroe

Title: The Brakeman'S Blues
Artist: Bill Monroe
Composer(s): Jimmie Rodgers, 1827-193

Lyric:
Portland main is just the same as sunny Tennessee
Portland main is just the same as sunny Tennessee
Any old place I hang my hat is, home sweet home to me

Went down to the depot and I looked up on the board
I went down to the depot and I looked up on the board
It read it's good times here, but better on down the road

Eat my breakfast here, get my dinner in New Orleans
Eat my breakfast here, get my dinner in New Orleans
I'm going to get me a momma, Lord, I ain't never seen

Where was you momma, when the train left the shed?
Where was you momma, when the train left the shed?
Standin' in my front door, wishin' to God, I was dead

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Hip Hop Quotables - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: Hip Hop Quotables
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): E Sermon, C Bridges

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Lyric:
Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy
And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they nerves
I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the burbs
My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque
So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back
I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater
And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader

It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin'
But no pork on my fork, I don't even speak pig latin
I go fishin' on my lake, with yo' bitch as the bait
Plus I eat many MC's, but I don't gain no weight
The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers
I'm as stiff as a board, y'all more shook than maracas
But my trix ain't for kids, if you dig'um you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya I'll spring forward, you fall back

Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers
That's cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is Crank Yankers
Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
To get chicks from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many jerseys I'm a throwback mess
I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press

So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash
'Cause every single is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass
The competition never just wanna admit that they lost
And that they last about as long as my part in the wash
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit'chu
One of Mini Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin'
I'm in the strip club smokin', with President Clinton

So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee
They may the mold of the penis enlarger off me
I'll be in another room when I hit from the back
Not to mention my refridgerator's taller than Shaq
So yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo
If you can't swim, don't smoke my hydro
I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on
But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons

So wash all ya sins away and stop playin'
If God's line is busy you might have to two way him
Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet
And when I'm drunk tell them kids, drugs are bad, mmm'kay?
Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico
Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot
And people think I'm bad, they say "Oh he's so Evil!"
'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people

But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
I heard you masturbate a lot, so y'all keep to yourself
'Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong
Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home
All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them
'Cause Ludacris'll beat you down with a prosthetic limb
I put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it
And yo' breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellant

I'm the man, I got money far as the eyes can see
And I'm in a group, I split dough with me, me and me
So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry
So I'ma trade my earrings in, and get a Ferrari
I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump
Y'all meet with Honda, no payments for 12 months
Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad
Y'all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool!

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

No Anchovies Please - Lyrics - J. Geils Band

Title: No Anchovies Please
Artist: J. Geils Band
Composer(s): P Wolf, S Justman

Lyric:
This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine

While waiting for her husband Don
To return home from work, she reaches for a can of anchovies
As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce
She notices a small note at the bottom of the can
Written on it is a telephone number

Curious, she dials, and is told, "Don't move, lady, we'll be right over"
Placing the phone back on the hook, she turns
To see three smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway
Before she realizes what is happening to her
She is rolled tightly in long sheets of cellophane
Transported to an international airport and placed on a waiting jet-liner
All this being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out

Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation
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Ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a ekat t'nseod ti'
Alone, fearing her escape impossible
She seeks comfort in the arms of a confidential agent

With the trace of her kiss still warm upon his lips
He betrays her to the hands of three scientists
Who are engaged in diabolical, avant-garde experiments previously
Performed only on insects and other small, meaningless creatures
Using her as their subject, they are delighted with the results
For the first time, a human being is transformed into a, shh, top secret

Meanwhile, back in Portland, Maine

Her husband Don, now chain-smoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day
Sits at a local bar and has a few beers with the regulars
Bored, everyone's attention turns to the television set
That just hangs from the wall, welcome to bowling for dollars

Suddenly, crazy Al says
"S-say, Don, there sure is something familiar about that bowling ball"
To which the terrified Don replies
"Oh my God! That bowling ball, it's my wife!"

And the lesson we learn from this story is
Next time you place your order, don't forget to say, "No anchovies please"

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Two For The Road - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: Two For The Road
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith

Lyric:
Out of the blue horizon
Stretched a band of gold
From the straits of Juan De Fuca
To the east of Portland, Maine

You held my hand as we raced along the Buffalo Bayou
Chasing the tail of this globe
You said, babe one day we're bound to
It takes two for the road

We're two of a kind heart closing in the distances
Now here comes our twilight part
We've had the best light of our days
We're two rails that never crossed in anger
Voices never raised, two of a kind heart, two for the road

We have been blessed with dreaming
You had Georgia's New Mexico
And while your hands worked in China
It was from Ireland I wrote

Moving out from America from those Buffalo Bayou trails
Now didn't you tell me, babe
We'll have this globe by its tail
It takes two for the road

We're two of a kind heart closing in the distances
Now here comes our twilight part
We've had the best light of our days
We're two rails that never crossed in anger
Voices never raised two of a kind heart, two for the road

We could be anywhere and never leave home
With your hand to hold, we are two for the road
We're two of a kind heart, two for the road
We're two for the road

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Forecast - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Forecast
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Teddy Riley, Corey Woods, S Kelly, Keith Sweat

Lyric:
Turn me up
Feel me like
Let me get a feeling of who'd love me and who I love
That's what it's all about though, you understand
First you got to know how to move
Then you got to know how to make moves
Straight up
All y'all
It's eternal
What, we getting on the ninety five
Yea, I like that word
Yo
We bringing it from here
(Don't drive too close to the nigga, nigga)
Understand
Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go
Yea, that's right, right
What up, so what is it called?
You know what it's called, kid
Yo
How much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you

Yo, hey yo, shout out New York, Philadelphia my sword talk
Praises due, the block favors you
New Jers' with the guerrillas with the most sexiest birds
Vehicles and shit shout out your word
Fox premier
My niggas in Connecticut, yea
Upstate Albany got love here
Rochester all the way down to stretcher
You large Long Island niggas definitely paint a picture
Chicago peace
Maryland take cheese
Baltimore lock it all down yo lets increase
Boston stay flossing
My eye like Steve Austin
Seeing how y'all bought Rae fortune
Texas yo
How many Lexuses y'all goin' flow?
Y'all niggas doing it is love yo
Miami and North Carolina like family, yea
Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy
Yo VA all the money makers generate
Shorty driving around still making ten a day
LA yep it's real when they tell me
Yep I know it's ill 'cause police tried to kill me
And oh let's politic and make dido
DC I hope y'all feel me when I ble-do
ATL Tennessee ring bells
Out in Ohio bumping twenty inch wheels
Yea San Francisco, Vegas, Illinois, Dallas
Minneapolis cats rap with us
Michigan yea rollie derm burn
Phoenix, Sacramento really care
Bitches on the air
Portland, Buffalo, Toronto
Stay brolic in the giants like the Denver broncos
Yo South Carolina bring the drama
Still in all like the way she ball
Yea she yelling she my baby Mama
Japan coma
London, Germany, China holla
Africa my brother
Russia light a Dutch up
Indiana where they all throw scramblers and they cut ya'
Jamaica yep Bahamas
And we honor everything
Homage
Looking Guyanese in Ghana
Detroit saying, "Go ahead, do your thing boy"
Puerto Rico come on through Raekwon my boy
Louisiana and Canada
St. Louis, Florida, you're on what, candid camera
He like master in Nebraska
Fleeing in white mink on God G-ing in Alaska
Laid up Brazil, play real
Got like fifty K in a briefcase, Rae'll chill
What, you know the plan
Laying up in Amsterdam
Blowing nine grand
Batting a white man

Ooo tell me it's me you want baby
Got to tell me
Why don't you tell me girl?
Tell me it's me you want baby

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Boom - Lyrics - Broke - Hed Pe

Title: Boom
Album: Broke
Artist: Hed Pe
Composer(s): Chad Benekos, Doug Boyce, Wes Geer, Jerrad Shain, Ben Vaught, Mark Young

Lyric:
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Somebody don't know, so that body got burnt
You in the jungle, baby, you gonna die
Might as well get fucked, might as well get high

On the real son, I'mma take everything, I need
The drugs, the sex, the power, the American dream
I'm a rude, rude boy raised by TV
I laugh at violence, pain and death don't mean shit to me

It's got to be like that
Call me a loser, yo, I can deal with that
You think you're all that, till I lay you on your back
With your legs spread, haa boom! How you like that?

How you like that?
How you like that?
How you like that?
Can you feel me?

How many motherfuckers, just like me
Grew up just like me, fucked up, just like me
Wake up, light up, watching B E T
They're fuckin' babies, mothers from Jersey to Cali

Don't get mad, get high, go get even
Go get your shit back, then tell that lyin' ho, you're leavin'
I smoke weed, I drink wine
Take your daughter to my tour bus
And fuck her from behind

It's got to be like that
Call me a loser, yo, I can deal with that
You think you're all that, till I lay you on your back
With your legs spread, haa boom! How you like that?

How you like that?
How you like that?
How you like that?
Can you feel me?

You were never there, when I was down
Like when I needed someone, you were nowhere to be found
I remember the sound of your heartbeat
I remember how you found something good in me

Now I remember how you started fucking with me
You kept fucking on me, always trying to pull
Something with me, shit, this ain't no game to me
This shit is life to me, and you ain't living right, baby

It's got to be like that
Call me yo nigga, I can deal with that
You think you're all that, till I lay you on your back
With your legs spread, haa boom! How you like that?

How you like that?
How you like that?
How you like that?

Hear my dog say, "How you like that?"
My nigga say, "How you like that?"
White boy say, "How you like that?"
My lady say, "How you like that?"

New York say, "How you like that?"
Cali say, "How you like that?"
Huh, Miami say, "How you like that?"
Detroit say, "How you like that?"

Portland say, "How you like that?"
L.A. say, "How you like that?"
D.C. say, "How you like that?"
[Incomprehensible] say, "How you like that?"

Jersey say, "How you like that?"
Dallas say, "How you like that?"
[Incomprehensible] say, "How you like that?"
Africa

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Operator - Lyrics - American Beauty - Grateful Dead

Title: Operator
Album: American Beauty
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Ronald C Mckernan

Lyric:
Operator, can you help me?
Help me if you please
Give me the right area code
And the number that I need
My rider left upon the Midnight Flyer
Singing like a summer breeze

I think she's somewhere down south
Down about Baton Rouge
But I just can't remember no number
A number I can use, directory don't have it
Central done forgot it
Got to find a number to use

Trying to check out her number
Trying to run down her line
Operator said that's priviledged information
And it ain't no business of mine
It's flooding down in Texas, the poles are down in Utah
Got to find a private line

She could be hanging round a steel mill
Working in a house of blue light
Riding a getaway bus out of Portland
Talking to the night

I don't know where she's going
I don't care where she's been
Long as she's been doin' it right
Long as she's been doin' it right

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Speedway At Nazareth - Lyrics - Sailing to Philadelphia - Mark Knopfler

Title: Speedway At Nazareth
Album: Sailing to Philadelphia
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

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Lyric:
After two thousand came two thousand and one
To be the new champions, we were there for to run
From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey
And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way

Was at Phoenix in the morning, I had a wake-up call
She went around without a warning, put me in the wall
I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae
And we went on to Indianapolis, Indiana in May

Well the Brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn
I climbed a mountain to qualify, I went flat through the turns
But I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died
And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I cried

Well we were in at the kill again on the Milwaukee Mile
And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when I my motor let go

New England, Ontario we died in the dirt
Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto, they hurt
So we came to Road America where we burned up at the lake
But at the speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake

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Nothing But Time - Lyrics - Running on Empty - Jackson Browne

Title: Nothing But Time
Album: Running on Empty
Artist: Jackson Browne
Composer(s): Jackson Browne, Howard Burke

Lyric:
Rolling down 295 out of Portland, Maine
Still high from the people up there and feeling no pain
Gonna make it to New Jersey, gonna set it up and do it again

I got a bottle of wine
(Pass it over)
I got a broken white line
(I'm still sober)
There ain't nothing but time between this silver eagle
And that New Jersey line

Well it's a rock and roll band or a movie you can take your pick
And it ain't bad work if you can get it
But you gotta make it stick
But getting any kind of sleep on this rolling motel that's the trick

I got a bottle of wine
(Pass it over)
I got a broken white line
(I'm still sober)
There ain't nothing but time between this silver eagle
And that New Jersey line

It's just a bottle of wine
(Pass it over)
It's just a broken white line
(I'm still sober)
It's just a whole lot of time in the twilight zone
Between me and these friends of mine

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Monday, August 16, 2010

The Movement - Lyrics - Kristyles - Krs One

Title: The Movement
Album: Kristyles
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): W Dewgarde, Kris Parker

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Lyric:
Where the real at?
Where the real at?
Yeah

Yo, where I come from gats bust for nothin'
Thugs, ministers, cops, teachers, all be hustlin'
Your family's the only one ya trustin'
Clubs be jumpin', redesigned cars be bumpin'

Now there's ranks supreme KRS is a free man
In hip hop culture
I'm like Allen Greenspan
I tell the culture what's hot and what's not

Now look who's on top and look whose shit just dropped
We ain't about sellin' records
We ain't music merchants
We emcees, we go straight to the club and hurt shit

New York, New Jers', Boston, come on
California, D.C., Baltimore, come on
Texas, Atlanta, New Orleans, come on
Philly to Chicago, Carolinas, come on

Memphis to Nashville, Colorado, come on
Detroit to Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, come on
Seattle to Miami, Arizona, come on
San Fran', Oakland, hip hop, come on

Down to the spot this is real hip hop
Join this movement them other cats steal a lot
You can feel the knowledge of self or feel this glock
I'm authentic, KRS I'm really hot

Yo, what up Fat Joe that's my nigga for life
Remember when Pun fell off the stage, right on my wife
In the Bronx, we all laugh about it today
What up Freddie Fox, 2 Glocks, Pik and Spay

Dr.Dre, all day, both of them
Dr.Dre with Ed Lover and the one with Eminem
This a movement, all over the world we reach
I can prove it, all over the world I teach

You hear that Dr.King, ?I have a dream?, speech a lot
But no where is it manifested but in hip hop
While them other cats be lookin' for a radio song
I'm in Washington Heights, puttin' them Dominicans on

You can feel it, I'm strong, I last longer lets do it
You want the real hip-hop well, join this movement
We ain't about sellin' records, we ain't music merchants
We emcees we go to the club and straight hurt shit

Utah, Minnesota, Mexico, come on
V.A., Arkansas, Portland, come on
Indiana, Oklahoma, Kansas, come on
East St.Louis, Milwaukee man, come on

Montreal, Toronto, Canada, come on
East Coast, West Coast, Dirty South, come on
Mid-West, Bible Belt, up-top, come on
Hip hop, come on
Hip hop, come on

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

95 South - Lyrics - Ely Joe

Title: 95 South
Artist: Ely Joe
Composer(s): Joe Ely

Lyric:
95 South, 95 South
95 South from Portland Maine
When am I ever gonna see you again?

95 South, 95 South
95 South tryin' to whistle a tune
Potholes deeper that the craters on the moon
95 South

Well, the longest train that I ever saw
Had the front in the summer and the back in the fall
I wish I was on that train tonight
Rollin' in the pale moonlight

95 South, 95 South
95 South to Boston town
Honey, this tunnel is a-getting me down

95 South, 95 South
95 South to the big city light
Honey, won't you shine on me tonight?
95 South

Well, the longest train that I ever saw
Had the front in the summer and the back in the fall
I wish I was on that train tonight
Rollin' in the pale moonlight

Well, the longest train that I ever saw
Had the front in the summer and the back in the fall
I wish I was on that train tonight
Rollin' in the pale moonlight

95 South, 95 South
95 South off the Jersey Pike
Coffee colored Cadillac rollin' through the night

95 South, 95 South
95 South, Carolina Pines
My head is swimming in the honeysuckle vine
95 South

Well, the longest train that I ever saw
Had the front in the summer and the back in the fall
I wish I was on that train tonight
Rollin' in the pale moonlight

95 South
95 South
95 South
95 South

95 South
95 South
95 South
95 South

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Come On Down - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Come On Down
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, Joseph Wheeler, David J Jolicoeur, Otis Jackson Jr, Vincent Lamont Mason

Lyric:
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you test tube baby}

Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay boy

On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but stays right in my
N Y mentality for me, to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
To sell to all who wanna hear some
(Young Guns these days got fireproof eardrums)

They don't give a shit who's hot
Just long as you're not, pussy and be the would-be king
But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down
(And what makes the world go 'round)
And I be the world renowned wonder why
Wonderin' why you can't stand me?
Is it because I'm the main Jackson?
And y'all just Titos and Randys? Yes it is
Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last

At the same time, I want respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in them books
Tellin' you how us native tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in raggin'
My daughter says I'm a teen, 'cause like a teen
My pants always saggin' and I walk with a bop
The sex part of my time, I walked from my pop
No longer on timey and was never on loud
But cooked rhymes that make the chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on your show
And still anything goes when it comes to hoes because

Music
(C'mon)
New York
(C'mon)
Detroit
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Miami
(C'mon)
L A
(C'mon)
Vegas
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Boston
(C'mon)
Tucson
(C'mon)
Long Island
(C'mon)
C'mon down

V A
(C'mon)
Portland
(C'mon)
Chi-town
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine
Had bottom inner drawers and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground player or
Some kids'll come stomp in your sandbox
Swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
No disrespectin' your seed of Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff
Of these fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs
See last night's change was today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G, 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)

Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches
Switchhittin' niggaz will receive no pitches
No diamonds on the field, just keep the game real
Simple, see the God flows healthy
Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank
Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation
Thank you for your purchases, we doe out
And roll out the Kool-Aid, come and crop to see us pimp strut

Ain't really pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus
The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush
We dolly dolly babies 'cause we shootin' cats
'Back to the future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose your whole style and start runnin' it
You dudes fiddle while we stay on the cello
The mush in your room son, we stay portobello
Can't settle for the same picket white fence
I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories pa
Still push the truck with the factories pa
I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout

D C
(C'mon)
Oakland
(C'mon)
U K
(C'mon)
C'mon down

New Orleans
(C'mon)
Little Rock
(C'mon)
Baltimore
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Memphis
(C'mon)
Utah
(C'mon)
Jersey
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Atlanta
(C'mon)
Brooklyn
(C'mon)
Philly
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole
You know what I'm sayin' six feet deep
That's the way that we keep, rollin'
You know what I'm sayin' operation tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn station, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Long Island one is, that's where we is man
De la soul, you done it again
De la soul, you done it again
De la soul, you done it again
Flava Flav, de la soul, you done it again

{Persue my strategy , when it comes down to my work ethic
I mean it's simple, just be the best, you know what I'm sayin'?
To be the best, the first, the only one in the game
That's is gonna do it for years and years man
It's like, you know, how you gonna say
That I went out at the top of the game?
The top of the game niggas, is the one that's producing
Through out their career}

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Going Nowhere Slow - Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Going Nowhere Slow
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks, Matt Stagliano

Lyric:
Got the mike in my hand but can I make you understand?
That a-hole bands have a-hole fans
Bloodhound's the name and the gang's to blame
Like Chan n' Chin the Siamese twins it's one in the same
So fame ain't gonna live forever
Never worrying about dying cause it can't be any better
But whatever happens to happen always happens for the worst
And if the worst is yet to happen I hope it happens to you first
So hello Joe, what do you know?
Heard ya just got back from a Bloodhound show
Did you do the Batussi or did you do the Hustle?
Did you do the Flamin' Waffle or the Super Bowl Shuffle?
No matter what you did, you're gonna be abused
If you were not entertained you did not drink enough booze
If ya get your eyes a fuzzin' then we'll get your ears a buzzin'
'Cause we play around the world, you play around with your cousin

Bloodhound boys
Bloodhound girls
Bloodhound noise
Bloodhound world
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what state what town what show
Hell bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what state what town what show
Hell bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow

We rock Philadelphia, Baltimore, Las Vegas, Indianapolis
Louisville, Atlanta, New Orleans and Minneapolis
Houston, Tucson, Phoenix, Buffalo
Tulsa, Mobile, Albuquerque, Wichita and Orlando
Portland, Salt Lake City, Memphis, Washington DC
Charlotte, Oklahoma City, Little Rock and Milwaukee
Cleveland, Tampa, Norfolk, Dallas, Raleigh, Hartford, Cincinnati
Boston, Nashville, Kansas City, Chattanooga and Miami
Honolulu, Richmond, Austin, Pittsburgh, San Antonio
Baton Rouge, and Anchorage and Birmingham and Toledo
Denver, Detroit, Dayton, Spokane, Fresno
And Jacksonville, Columbus, Springfield, New York, Sacramento
Los Angeles, St. Paul, St. Louis, San Francisco
Madison, Knoxville, Seattle, San Jose and San Diego
Jackson, Omaha, Des Moines, Boise, Providence, Chicago
But nowhere in New Jersey that's the only place we don't go

Bloodhound boys
Bloodhound girls
Bloodhound noise
Bloodhound world
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what state what town what show
Hell bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what state what town what show
Hell bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow

Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what state what town what show
Hell bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what state what town what show
Hell bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow

Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what state what town what show
Hell bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what state what town what show
Hell bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow

Wooaaa haa
Wooaaa haa
Wooaaa haa
...

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Show Me What You Got - Lyrics - Significant Other - Limp Bizkit

Title: Show Me What You Got
Album: Significant Other
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Wes Borland, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Keepin' it real world wide baby
Limp Bizkits in the house so bring it on
I'd like to dedicate this song to you
For makin' my dreams come true for the millinum
Are you ready? Then get the fuck up

Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville
Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee and Lewiston Maine?
Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale
Portland, Orlando, Chicago and Frisco?
I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell
Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party
Met a child molester in Worcester
I need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix
I get silly when I play in Philly
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City

Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver
Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas
In Cincinnati the girls call me Daddy
And I probably aint leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland
Found my lucky coin in Des Moine
And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena
We got the swing from New Orleans, Ft Worth and Dallas
We toast when we're tippin' up the Challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto
Mesa Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton
Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA

What can I say, I cant name'm all
So somebody, anybody, everybody
Get the fuck up
Show me what you got?
Show me what you got?
Hey ladies
Who's hot, who's not?
Who? Who?
Who's hot, who's not?

I can't help but believe in these friends
These bands, these stories and the places that I've been
I thank God, mom and dad, Adriana for the love I feel inside
Jordan, my phat ass band without 'em I'd be nothin'
But a pumpkin shoved inside a can
Without the fans there wouldn't be no show
And if that was really so then life would really blow
To the firm you always got my back
Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks

My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date
We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great
Scott Weiland the melody man if you can't sing it nobody can
Wu-Tang Clan skills from the method
The worlds best MC kills on this record
Slim shady crazy ass cracker, Staind a brand new drug for your brain
Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool
And all of the bands for the demos that were cool
I'm so grateful for this life of mine
The ones I didn't thank I will some other time

Now I just want somebody anybody, everybody
Get the fuck up
Show me what you got?
Show me what you got?
Hey ladies
Who's hot, who's not?
Who? Who?
Who's hot, who's not?
Who's hot, baby? Who's hot?

Alito, I like that big, bring in, bring in
I've been around this world and then some
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages
Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious
An MC with bad habits I am, I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?
Comin' raw with no corrections savin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections so dream on

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Just As Your Lips - Lyrics - Promise Of Redemption

Title: Just As Your Lips
Artist: Promise Of Redemption
Composer(s): Shane Henderson

Lyric:
Just as your lips
Just as they fall right off that glass
You look more beautiful
Than you ever have

Well, tell me what is wrong
And I will try to make it right
Am I the only one
Who's afraid to say goodnight?

And will you fall asleep next to me
And sleep to dream 'cause that's the one thing
That makes you happy
I'll shed the light from your beautiful eyes

So you can sleep as long as you like
And won't feel so far away

Well, Portland is sweet
Just like morning rain on a summer's day
Just to sit out and watch it get sunny again
With all your best friends

So as you're driving in your brand new car
Put this in and sing along
And turn it up as loud as it goes
It will prove to me that you know

You're truly happy when you think of me
So sing this song loud as loud as it can be

And run my hair through the wind
The windows down in your Mercedes Benz
I hope you will smile, your pretty smile
I hope you will smile, your pretty smile

Even if it's a bad day
Just 'cause this song reminds you of me
Just as long as

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Copa - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Copa
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, David Nathaniel West

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
We got De La up in the house tonight
They just walked up in here
We gon' see if they can come up here
And do a lil' somethin' for us

Yo, it's star studded in here
I'm on the moon like the first man
First can I grab? Is gon' get it
She all independent but want her throat wetted

Tight from the floor to height
See I saw the night, in dream
Bubbles I fiend to see double
So I sip until my bladder bust

You in V.I.P., so why you mad at us?
By-stand, I'm in the world fox-trottin'
Gettin' my Fred Astaire on, follow my lead girl

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha-cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

For all my niggaz runnin' around like the mothership landed
Or is it because there's some others who handed
Their daughters over to the night life?
Yes, we tryin' to find a night wife to get wit

Interface with they whole clique, I force the draft
I get the first pick, run this easily
[Incomprehensible] rule like D, Joey and Jay
Around the way, we're goin'
But first tell all these women who ain't knowin'

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Yo, I talk no shame upon this
I got aim all on this to shoot and score the trout
Who's actin' all cute and out of position, while I'm wishin'
To get her bottom limbs arched like a grasshopper
Puttin' in work to make it last proper

Ninety percent of the time is on my mind frame
So I'm game to reign up to par
While my fam runs it cool up at the bar, I stay clearheaded
Lettuce enough cheese to get shredded

We like Navy Seals lookin' for the gold
Our natural appeal got them others on hold
Them girls dealin' with us tonight
Came with the large appetite and got served

Got nerve to think less
You can bless me and my kinfolk
Rushin' up against my yolk-sac promote that
Pimp play upon how we get it on for real, real

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

You see you hopeless up in the spot
Talkin' a lot of champagne taste holdin' 40 ounce pockets
Switch the sprocket to gear to top of the year
We gon' drop it like confetti on it, get ready on it

Her fast ass wanna get all Andretti on it
Makin' my main man poke like Trakmasterz
Blazin'-trail, we Portland to Norton
'Honeymoon', flicks don't exist in this

I sip a little left to twist spines together
Vertical hold, we gon' combine together
Even if we spill the love
We got compliments up at the front door

Just tell 'em Dullah sent ya
Thirty minute Tae Bo shit's, how I bench ya
All on a Saturday night, step to life

I love the way Sally walk
Bow legged in a two piece steel
We live in New York
We live in New York

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha

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