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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Sixteen Blue - Lyrics - Replacements

Title: Sixteen Blue
Artist: Replacements
Composer(s): Paul Westerberg

Lyric:
Drive yourself right up the wall
No one hears and no one calls
It's a boring state
It's a useless wait, I know

Brag about things you don't understand
A girl and a woman, a boy and a man
Everything is sexually vague
Now you're wondering to yourself if you might be gay

Your age is the hardest age
Everything drags and drags
One day baby
Maybe help you through

Drive your ma to the bank
Tell your pa you've got a date
You're lying
Now you're lying on your back

Tryin' to figure out, they wonder what next you'll pull
You don't understand anything sexual
I don't understand
Tell my friends I'm doing fine

Your age is the hardest age
Everything drags and drags
You're looking funny
You ain't laughing, are you?

Sixteen blue
Sixteen blue
Sixteen blue

Your age is the hardest age
Everything drags and drags
You're looking funny
You ain't laughing, are you?

Sixteen blue, sixteen blue
Sixteen blue, sixteen blue
Sixteen blue, sixteen blue
You're mine if you want to

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Sweet Sixteen - Lyrics - Metamorphosis - Hilary Duff

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Album: Metamorphosis
Artist: Hilary Duff
Composer(s): Haylie Katherine Duff, Hilary Duff, Toran Caudell

Lyric:
Today I'm gonna ride away and feel the sun throughout my hair
Finally free to be who I want to be who that is I don't really care
'Cuz I've got friends who love me, blue skies are above me
My blonde hair is everywhere

Sweet sixteen
Gonna spread my wings
Sweet sixteen
It's my chance to shine
Sweet sixteen
Discovering
Sweet sixteen
So much more to life
Sweet sixteen

Drivin' down to the club where we go to dance
Radio's blastin' and the top is down
There ain't nothing in my way except the traffic of L.A.
And I've got friends who love me bright stars shine above me
My blonde hair is everywhere

Sweet sixteen
Gonna spread my wings
Sweet sixteen
It's my chance to shine
Sweet sixteen
Discovering
Sweet sixteen
So much more to life
Sweet sixteen

Mama loves me and a sister who shows me
And Daddy's always there, yeah yeah yeah

Sweet sixteen
Gonna spread my wings
Sweet sixteen
It's my chance to shine
Sweet sixteen
Discovering
Sweet sixteen
So much more to life
Sweet sixteen

I want to know what it feels like
I need to see it from the inside
I can taste a bit of what I will find
So much more to life
Sweet sixteen

I want to know what it feels like
I need to see it from the inside
I can taste a bit of what I will find
So much more to life
Sweet sixteen

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sweet Sixteen - Lyrics - Whiplash Smile - Billy Idol

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Album: Whiplash Smile
Artist: Billy Idol
Composer(s): Billy Idol

Lyric:
I'll do anything
For my sweet sixteen
And I'll do anything
For little run away child

Gave my heart an engagement ring
She took everything
Everything I gave her
Oh, sweet sixteen

Built a moon
For a rocking chair
I never guessed it would
Rock her far from here
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen
Someone's built a candy brain
And filled it in

Will do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh, I'll do anything
For little runaway child

Well, memories will burn you
Memories grow older as people can
They just get colder
Like sweet sixteen

Oh, I see it's clear
Baby, that you are
All through here
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in, oh oh

Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen
Someone's built a candy brain
And filled it in

And I do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh, I do anything
For little run away girl.

Yeah, sad and lonely and blue
Yeah, gettin' over you
How, how do you think it feels? Yeah

To get up in the morning, get over you
Up in the morning, get over you
Wipe away the tears, get over you
Get over, get over

My sweet sixteen
Oh, runaway child
Oh, sweet sixteen
Little runaway girl

Gave my heart an engagement ring
She left everything
Everything I gave her
Sweet sixteen

Built a moon
For a rocking chair
Never guessed it would
Rock her far from here
Oh, oh, oh

Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in

Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in

And I'll do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Would do anything
There's the runaway child

Would do anything
For my sweet sixteen
I'll do anything
For little runaway girl

Little runaway girl
Sweet sixteen
Oh, sweet sixteen
Oh

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Sixteen Down - Lyrics - Jayhawks

Title: Sixteen Down
Artist: Jayhawks
Composer(s): Gary Louris

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Lyric:
Sunshine stealing stage time
From the moon and stars above
She said leave me alone
I said take me home
Sixteen down, living in the hallowed ground

Now the blue has turned to red
(Madeline, breathe)
All but given up for dead
(Madeline, breathe)
Ooh, Madeline
(Madeline, breathe)
Madeline, breathe

Skiff rocked like a cradle
And the poor girl fell overboard
Rope wrapped around her neck
Tangled in her hair soaked wet
They dragged the stream
The body never to be found

Now the blue has turned to red
(Madeline, breathe)
All but given up for dead
(Madeline, breathe)
Ooh, Madeline
(Madeline, breathe)
Madeline, breathe

The dirt in the stream
The body never to be found
Accept for the footprints caked
In the muddy ground
Beside where she laid

My life made the headlines
Beneath the waterlily sky
She said leave me alone
I said take me home
Sixteen down, living in the hallowed ground

Now the blue has turned to red
(Madeline, breathe)
All but given up for dead
(Madeline, breathe)
Ooh, Madeline
(Madeline, breathe)

Now the blue has turned to red
(Madeline, breathe)
All but given up for dead
(Madeline, breathe)
Ooh, Madeline
(Madeline Reid)
Madeline Reid can't breathe

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I Don'T Do Sadness - Lyrics - Spring Awakening

Title: I Don'T Do Sadness
Artist: Spring Awakening
Composer(s): Steven Sater, Duncan Sheik

Lyric:
{Awful sweet to be a little butterfly
Just swinging over things and nothing deep inside
Nothing going, going wild in you, you know
You're slowing by the riverside, a-floating high and blue}

{Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind
Like once through everything and then away again
With the taste of dust in your mouth all day
But no need to know
Like sadness, you just sail away}

'Cuz you know
I don?t do sadness
Not even a little bit
Just don?t need it in my life

Don?t want any part of it
I don?t do sadness
Hey, I?ve done my time
Lookin? back on it all, man, it blows my mind

I don?t do sadness
So been there
Don?t do sadness
Just don?t care

{Moritz Steephle
Ilse, you frightened me
What are you looking for?
If only I knew
Then what's the use of looking?
I'm on the way home, want to come?
I don't know
God, you remember how we used to run back
To my house and play pirates
Vend LeBergman, Melchior Gabor, you and I?}

Spring and summer
Every other day
Blue wind gets so sad
Blowing through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the open books on the grass
Spring and summer

Sure when its autumn
Wind always wants to
Creep up and haunt you
When silence got you
If it's heartache well, it's sorrow
Winter wind sings under cries

Spring and summer
Every other day
Blue wind gets so pained
Blowing through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the sudden drift of the rain
Spring and summer

{Actually I better go
Walk as far as my house with me
I wish I could
Then why don't you?
Eighty lines of virgils, sixteen equations, a paper on the hopsboard}

So maybe I should be some kind of laundry line
Hang their things on me, and I will swing 'em dry
You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see
They come to set you free beneath the rising moon

'Cuz you know
Spring and summer
I don?t do sadness
Every other day
Not even a little bit
Blue wind gets so lost
Just don?t need it in my life
Goin' through the big corn and bales of hay
Don?t want any part of it

Spring and summer
I don?t do sadness
Every other day
Hey, I?ve done my time
Blue wind gets so lost
Lookin? back on it all and it blows my mind
Goin' through the big corn and bales of hay

I don?t do sadness
The wandering clouds of the dust
So been there, don?t do sadness
Spring and summer
Just don?t care

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Fuck What You Think - Lyrics - Rza

Title: Fuck What You Think
Artist: Rza
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, T Hamlin, Richard Stephenson

Lyric:
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think

It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over to fuck
Sixteen and over to Pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked

The sweet premium classic lay your ass flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme facious
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black silhouette

Of the dark Ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to your family tree, timber
Me and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin' chimneys
Fat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi

The blue coats is comin', the red coats is comin'
The fed coats is comin', the wet heads is comin'
I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin' a female
CEO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low

Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
Insight like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior material
Verbal serial murder, givin' you pussycat's venereal

Injections, lethal injections, ran from house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
Struggled for charisma, yo

It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Nineteen and over to fuck
It's twenty-one and over to drink
Sixteen and over to Pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked

Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time
Get fronted on majorly once the God slides in
On the scene, love-love in the place to be
All-American lyrics, the top choice in this rap market from

Now y'all the way to England
'Cuz my click be jinglin' under Wu-Tang Productions
That's quick to sell a million, then bounced on tour outta state
Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes

Faster than the rate of the Earth travel
Which is one-thousand-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never fallin' for nothin' less
Than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
Golden suitcases, slitted across the table
To walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hillside Strangler
Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, half-tone dark Indian

9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites
Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles
Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal

Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs
The international civil war assassins
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles
Sounds posible, 'cuz regardless visual

English grammer, mental examiner
I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies
The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet
Poetry teachers are speechers seepin' through the speakers
My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders

Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think

It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
And nineteen and over to fuck
Sixteen and over to Pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked

So fuck what you think, it's about what you know
Twenty-one and over to drink
And nineteen and over to fuck
Sixteen and over to Pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked

Word up, fuck what you think
Word up, yo

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Pretty Young Girl - Lyrics - Bad Boys Blue

Title: Pretty Young Girl
Artist: Bad Boys Blue
Composer(s): K. Van Haaren, Tony Hendrik

Lyric:
I know life is different to you
First love can be frightening that's true
But take me as your brother and your friend
And take me as your lover and your man

Pretty young girl of my mind
How I wish you to be mine
Girl, you're no child anymore

Pretty young girl of my mind
Don't you know? Know I can't hide
Can't hide my feelings
You're my girl and you're sixteen

Don't know, is it wrong, is it right?
Sweet girl, I wanna love you tonight
So take me as your brother and your friend
But first of all, I wanna be your man

Pretty young girl of my mind
How I wish you to be mine
Girl you're no child anymore

Pretty young girl of my mind
Don't you know, know I can't hide
Can't hide my feelings
You're my girl and you're sixteen

Pretty young girl of my mind
How I wish you to be mine
Girl you're no child anymore

Pretty young girl of my mind
Don't you know, know I can't hide
Can't hide my feelings
You're my girl and you're sixteen

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Blackjack Davey - Lyrics - Good As I Been To You - Bob Dylan

Title: Blackjack Davey
Album: Good As I Been To You
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Taj Mahal

Lyric:
Blackjack Davey come a-ridin' on back
A whistlin' loud and merry
Made the woods around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady

"How old are you, my pretty little miss
How old are you, my honey?"
She answered to him with a lovin' smile
"I'll be sixteen come Sunday
I'll be sixteen come Sunday"

Come and go with me, my pretty little miss
Come and go with me, my honey
Take you where the grass grows green
You never will want for money
You never will want for money

Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes
All made of Spanish leather
Get behind me on my horse
And we'll ride off together
We'll both go off together

Well, she pulled off them high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish leather
Got behind him on his horse
And they rode off together
They both rode off together

At night the boss came home
Inquiring about his lady
The servant spoke before she thought
"She's been with Blackjack Davey
Rode off with Blackjack Davey"

"Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud
He's speedier than the gray
I rode all day and I'll ride all night
And I'll overtake my lady
I'll bring back my lady"

Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight
Till he came to a river ragin'
And there he spied his darlin' bride
In the arms of Blackjack Davey
Wrapped up with Blackjack Davey

"Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather
Give to me your lily-white hand
And we'll go home together
We'll both go home together"

Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather
Gave to him her lily-white hand
And said goodbye forever
Bid farewell forever

Would you forsake your house and home
Would you forsake your baby?
Would you forsake your husband too
To go with Blackjack Davey
Ride off with Blackjack Davey?

Well, I'll forsake my house and home
And I'll forsake my baby
I'll forsake my husband too
For the love of Blackjack Davey
Love my Blackjack Davey

Last night I slept in a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the river banks
In the arms of Blackjack Davey
Love my Blackjack Davey

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Little Miss Lovin' - Lyrics - Chicago

Title: Little Miss Lovin'
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): Peter Cetera

Lyric:
Ooh wee, skinny mama look good to me
Yesiree, little Miss. Lovin'
I'm down upon my knees
I want to tell you that I'm beggin' please
Yes indeed, little Miss. Lovin', for little Miss. Lovin'

Sweet sixteen, mighty fine in your tight blue jeans
Come on, come on to me, little Miss. Lovin'
And baby, you tear me up
And you kill me when you strut that stuff
Mighty tuff, little Miss. Lovin', little Miss. Lovin'

Just because I need you, I sing my song
Even though I'm gone tomorrow
If you don't believe me then come along
I will always love you so
I love you little mama and I can't let go

Ooh wee, pretty baby, look good to me
Yesiree, little Miss. Lovin', loviness
I'm down upon my knees
I'm a fool for the younger squeeze
Yes indeed, little Miss. Lovin', little Miss. Lovin'

Just because I need you, I sing my song
Even though I'm gone tomorrow
If you don't believe me then come along
I will always love you so
I love you pretty mama and I can't let go

Sweet sixteen, mighty fine in your blue jeans
Come to me little Miss. Lovin'
Baby, you're lookin' fine and mama, I can read your mind
Come on anytime, little Miss. Lovin', little Miss. Lovin'
Little Miss. Love, love, love, love, love, love

Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah
Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah
Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah
Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah

Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah
Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah
Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah
Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah

Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah
Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah
Little Miss. Lovin', yeah, yeah

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Rocket - Lyrics - Mud

Title: Rocket
Artist: Mud
Composer(s): Michael Donald Chapman, Nicholas Barry Chinn

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Lyric:
Now this here's the story of Abigail Rocket-Blast

Just wanna tell you
Well, well, you changed your name to Abigail Rocket-Blast
And then they lined you up for a Hollywood movie cast
With all them big cigars and motor cars
You thought you was a movie star
But Abigail Blast you sure are changing fast

You, you, you were just sixteen
You were knocking on the agent's door
Because, because, because the silver screen
Is what a movie queen lives for

They gave you minks and dreams in pinks and greens
You threw away your old blue jeans
But Abigail Blast they're using you
Come on, come on, come on now

Rocket, I'm gonna launch you soon
C'mon now Rocket
You're gonna reach the moon
You're gonna take off soon
You're gonna reach the moon

You know your time'll come
I'll give you 3, 2, 1
Now Rocket, I'm gonna launch you soon

I saw you sitting in the soda store
Where all the cast-off Stardust falls
Where they write their names on the floor
And hang their photographs on the walls

Oh, but to me you've still got sweet sixteen
Written on your old blue jeans
I'm getting rid of Abigail Blast
I'll call you Rocket, forget the past
Come on, come on, come on, come on now

Rocket, I'm gonna launch you soon
C'mon now Rocket
You're gonna reach the moon
You're gonna take off soon
You're gonna reach the moon

You know your time'll come
I'll give you 3, 2, 1
Now Rocket, I'm gonna launch you soon

You're gonna take off soon, you're gonna reach the moon
You'll know when your time has come
I'll give you 3, 2, 1
Now Rocket, I'm gonna launch you soon

Come on, come on, now Rocket
I'm gonna launch you soon
Come on, come on, come on, come on now Rocket
You're gonna reach the moon

Come on, come on, come on now Rocket
I'm gonna launch you soon
Well, well, well Rocket
I'm gonna launch you soon

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Memphis In Your Mind - Lyrics - Ringo Starr

Title: Memphis In Your Mind
Artist: Ringo Starr
Composer(s): Mark Hudson, Gary Burr, Steve Dudas, Richard Starkey, Dean Grakal

Lyric:
A cat has nine lives
But man you don't live twice
You can play for a price
With your granddaddy's dice

If you wanna be the king
You gotta go to Memphis in your mind

It's a bad point of view
If that gloom got through to you
Well I kissed Peggy Sue
And you could have too

Ain't that a shame
You never went to Memphis in your mind

There's no place cooler
When you got your bop a lula on
Slip into your blue suede shoes
We're dancing' till the break of dawn

Sun records will be playing
You'll know every word they're saying's true
Heartbreak hotel is taking reservations
There's a room for you

You can go to any town
Get up but not get down
If you wanna hear that rockin' sound
You go to Memphis in your mind

There's no place cooler
When you got your bop a lula on
Slip into your blue suede shoes
We're dancing' till the break of dawn

Sun records will be playing
You'll know every word they're saying's true
Heartbreak hotel is taking reservations
There's a room for you

You can have two left feet
And you can still keep the beat
If you're sixteen and sweet
Or you can't leave your seat

If you wanna be the king
You gotta go to Memphis in your mind
We can't all be king
So go to Memphis in your mind

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Fourteen Minutes Old - Lyrics - Doug Stone

Title: Fourteen Minutes Old
Artist: Doug Stone
Composer(s): Dennis Knutson, Arthur L Doodle Owens

Lyric:
Well, I've had all the time I need to wonder
Just how much I miss her being gone
And I'm already wishing she was close enough to hold
An' her memory's only fourteen minutes old

Some big old tears just fell from my blue eyes
And I guess they must have been there all along
There's still some coffee in her cup, and it's not even cold
An' her memory's only fourteen minutes old

Well, every passing minute makes me want her
Right back in my arms where she belongs
And I'm already missing times, when she was mine to hold
And her memory's only fifteen minutes old

Some big old tears just fell from my blue eyes
And I guess they must have been there all along
There's still some coffee in her cup, and its not even cold
An' her memory's only fifteen minutes old
Her memory's only sixteen minutes old
And the coffee in her cup's not even cold

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

The New Girl In Town - Lyrics - Hairspray - Various Artists

Title: The New Girl In Town
Album: Hairspray
Artist: Various Artists
Composer(s): Scott Wittman, Marc Shaiman

Lyric:
Hey look out for that movin' van
Drivin' down our streets
You better lock up your man
Before he meets

The new girl in town
Who just came on the scene
The new girl in town
Can't be more than sixteen

And she's got a way of makin'
A boy act like a clown
Woah, woah, woah, woah
We don't know what to do
'Bout the new girl in town

The new girl in town
Seems to dance on air
The new girl in town
She's got the coolest hair

You better tell the home coming queen
To hold on to her crown
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Or she's gonna lose it to
The new girl in town

She's hip, so cool
I'm gonna get her after school
And yet we'd like to be like her
'Cause she's the kitten that the cats prefer

Ladies, step aside

The new girl in town
He's my guy on a string
The new girl in town
Hey look, she's wearin' his ring

I can't stop crying and so
In my own tears I'm gonna drown
Woah, woah, woah, woah
'Cause he wants to rendezvous
With the new girl

We kinda sad and blue
Yes, it's true girl
We'd like to say
To the new girl in town
The new girl in town
Woah, woah, woah, woah

From out of the blue girl
This town's in a stew girl
What a hullabloo girl
She ain't just passing through girl

She's stickin' like glue girl
To the man I thought I knew girl
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Hey look out for that movin' van
Look out, look out, look out, look out
She was a new girl in town

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Survive - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Survive
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

Lyric:
Go on and admit it
You can't take it anymore
So why don't you quit it?
Your scratching off again
Can't you see it?
Well, the whole thing was such a surprise

I know you and your hear crazy notions
Your pretty girls and no devotions
Down by the ocean middle class
Down by the gulf side, you let it all slide

But now your saying that you don't wanna be
A sixteen year old girl, aah
But you don't want to turn twenty-five
You never ever, you never ever lied
Where you been
You got to survive to keep yourself alive, yeah-ah, yeah

It ain't no big deal if your attitude is wrong
And you don't know how you feel
You just cop someone else's ideas
And masturbate yourself, make them your own

Well I, I don't mean to tell you what to do
'Cause I've scratched off myself a time or two
Well, it just leaves you blue with nothing to do
And they think I'm crazy when I stay up all weekend

But now your saying that you don't wanna be
A sixteen year old girl, oh yeah, aah
But you don't want to turn twenty-five
You never ever, you never ever lied
Where you been
You got to survive to keep yourself alive, yeah ah
My na na no, yeah

So if I'm walking down the street and you see me
Don't walk on by, say, "Hey man, you know you're looking
You're looking so fine, you don't have to mean it, no no
It's just one of the regular lies that we've lived with
And this is a love song and I'm writing it just to survive

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Half As Much - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Half As Much
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Curley Williams

Lyric:
If you love me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do
You're nice to me when there's no one else around
You only build me up let me down

If you missed me half as much as I miss you
You wouldn't stay away half as much as you do
I know that I could never be this blue
If you only loved me half as much as I love you

Well if you love me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do
I know that I could never be this blue
If you only loved me half as much as I love you
Well if you only loved me half as much as I love you

{Thank you
Is it wonderful to sit out there I mean is this a great
Place to sort of feel the Hillbilly guests.
I, I played a lot of different places in last sixteen years
From a really mega buck you know a multi-million dollar places
That really sound terrible to one place in Lake Charles Louisana
Where the only way to get to the stage is to climb through the window
And so ah anyway this is the best, this is the best}

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Beautiful Girls - Lyrics - The Beautiful Girls

Title: Beautiful Girls
Artist: The Beautiful Girls
Composer(s): Arthur Freed, Nacio Herb Brow

Lyric:
Beautiful girl, you're a lovely picture
Beautiful girl, you're a gorgeous mixer
Of all that lives under those big blue skies

My heart cries, beautiful girl
You're a dazzling icon, beautiful girl
I could never travel if I have you
You'd be my dream come true

There may be blonds and brunettes that are hard to resist
You surpass them like a queen
You got those lips that were meant to be kissed
And you're over sweet sixteen

Oh, beautiful girl, what a gorgeous creature
Beautiful girl, let me call the preacher
What can I do but give my heart to you

If I could write like poets do
I sang my songs that's all to you
Beautiful girl, you're my desire

But when I search for words of praise
I'm like a schoolboy in a daze
When you come my way, this is all that I can say

Can't you see my heart just cry
Beautiful girl, you're a dazzling icon
Beautiful girl, I could never travel if I have you
You'd be my dream come true

There may be blonds and brunettes that are hard to resist
You surpass them like a queen
You got those lips that were meant to be kissed
And you're over sweet sixteen

Oh, beautiful girl, what a gorgeous creature
Beautiful girl, let me call the preacher
What can I do but give my heart to you

Beautiful girl

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Mack The Knife - Lyrics - Marianne Faithfull

Title: Mack The Knife
Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Composer(s): Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill, Marc Blitzstein

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Lyric:
Oh, the poor shark
Yes, the sweet shark
It has big teeth
Buried deep

Then there's Macheath
With his big knife
But it's hidden
In his slip

And this same shark
This poor sweet shark
It sheds red blood
When it bleeds

Mackie Big Knife
Wears a white glove
Pure in word and
Pure in deed

Sunday morning
Lovely blue sky
There's a corpse stretched
On the Strand

Who's the man cruisin'
The corner?
Well, it's Mackie
Knife in hand

Jenny Towler
Poor wee Jenny
There they found her
Knife in breast

Mackie's wandering
On the West Pier
Hoping only
For the best

Mind, that fire burnt
All through Soho
Seven kids dead
One old flower

Hey there, Mackie
How is she cuttin'?
Have another
Hold your hour

And those sweet babes
Under sixteen
Story goes that
Black and blue

For the price of
One good screwing
Mackie, Mackie
How could you?

For the price of
One good screwing
Mackie, Mackie
How could you?

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Affirmative Action (Remix) - Lyrics - Nas

Title: Affirmative Action (Remix)
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Dave Atkinson, Anthony Cruz, Inga Marchand, Corey Mckay, Jean Claude Oliver, Samuwel Barnes, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you know I mean?

Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man
You know what I mean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggaz man

Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler

Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, Fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on
The couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us

Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends

Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just Wake
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate

And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

"Life's a Bitch" but God forbid, the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin' Foxy at Demars
Movin' cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions

In the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin' hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jewel, sippin' Cristies
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy

The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half and half

Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight

We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another KI
The Firm baby, volume one, uhh

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Affirmative Action (International Remix) - Lyrics - Nas

Title: Affirmative Action (International Remix)
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Dave Atkinson, Anthony Cruz, Inga Marchand, Corey Mckay, Jean Claude Oliver, Samuwel Barnes, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you know I mean?

Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man
You know what I mean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggaz man

Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler

Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, Fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on
The couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us

Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends

Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just Wake
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate

And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

"Life's a Bitch" but God forbid, the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin' Foxy at Demars
Movin' cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions

In the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin' hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jewel, sippin' Cristies
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy

The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half and half

Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight

We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another KI
The Firm baby, volume one, uhh

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Affirmative Action - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Affirmative Action
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Dave Atkinson, Anthony Cruz, Inga Marchand, Corey Mckay, Jean Claude Oliver, Samuwel Barnes, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you know I mean?

Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man
You know what I mean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggaz man

Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler

Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, Fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on
The couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us

Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends

Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just Wake
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate

And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

"Life's a Bitch" but God forbid, the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin' Foxy at Demars
Movin' cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions

In the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin' hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jewel, sippin' Cristies
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy

The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half and half

Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight

We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another KI
The Firm baby, volume one, uhh

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