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Thursday, August 19, 2010

String Of Pearls - Lyrics - Bring Your Own Stereo - Jimmies Chicken Shack

Title: String Of Pearls
Album: Bring Your Own Stereo
Artist: Jimmies Chicken Shack
Composer(s): James R Davies

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Lyric:
She wanna string of pearls, all I got her was a necklace
Made of flowers from the trash can
She wanna make me pay for it
Yeah while I'm at it guess I'll take another bath, man

And the record's out
Holdin' steady gaining on last place
And in a moment's notice
We'll be ready for the next new phase
Another stupid craze

She wanna string of pearls, all I got her was a necklace
Made of flowers from the trash can
She's gonna make me pay for it
I start to sing and cry and then it makes me laugh, man

Yeah we've all got doubts might not be winning but still in the race
And in a moment's notice we'll be ready for her next new phase
It might be hard to sell still never in giving
Have I given so deep oh, well

Will you give it all to me when you're dead?
You can keep the scent on my pillow
To settle your broken-hearten head

Will you think of me when you die?
Holding steady moment's notice
Again she left with my heart in hand

She says she hates me, yeah she's lied before
Again it's time to play me, yeah it just adds up
That same sad melodic score, I wrote another one
Does this one count? And did cost as much as all the other ones
So much more, so much more, so much more, so much more

She wanna string of pearls, all I got her was a necklace
Made of flowers from the trash can
She wanna make me pay for it
And while I'm at it guess I'll take another bath, man

Yeah the record's out
Holding steady gaining on last place
And in a moment's notice
We'll be ready for her next new phase
So I state my case

Would you want a string of pearls?
Would you want a string of pearls?
Would you want a string of pearls?
'Cause all I got you was a necklace
Made of flowers, made of flowers from a trash can

And she wanna string of pearls
Ain't that enough, ma'am?
And she wanna string of pearls
I think it's worth so much more

And she wanna string of pearls
I think it's worth so much more
And she wanna string of pearls

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Dirty Girl - Lyrics - Terri Clark

Title: Dirty Girl
Artist: Terri Clark
Composer(s): Rivers Rutherford, Tom Shapiro

Lyric:
Four wheels churnin' up a fresh green pasture
Throwin' mud pies everywhere
I'm beside you yellin', "Faster, faster"
Wind whippin' through my tangled hair

And you know, there's nothin' like it in the world
When we're out there underneath the sun and I'm a dirty girl

I like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday
Feel my skin against a string of pearls
Well when we hang out and it's just a fun day
You know, I love it when I get to be your dirty girl
Dirty girl

You'll be workin' on that El Camino
Bustin' knuckles with a monkey wrench
I'll come sneakin' up and whisper real low
What you really need's a 3/16

And you know, there's nothin' like it in the world
When we're underneath the hood and I'm a dirty girl

I like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday
Feel my skin against a string of pearls
Well when we hang out and it's just a fun day
You know, I love it when I get to be your dirty girl

And you know, there's nothin' like it in the world
It might be axle grease or Mississippi mud
But when you touch my cheek and leave a little smudge
I'll be your dirty girl

I like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday
Feel my skin against a string of pearls
Well when we hang out and it's just a fun day
You know, I love it when I get to be your dirty
Get to be your dirty girl, dirty girl
I get to be your dirty girl

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Friday, August 13, 2010

In A Week Or Two - Lyrics - Diamond Rio

Title: In A Week Or Two
Artist: Diamond Rio
Composer(s): Gary Burr, James House

Lyric:
In a week or two
I would have been ready
I would have known what to say
But I missed my chance
When the words, "I love you"
Came just a little too late

In a week or two
I was gonna bring you diamonds
In a week or two
A long, long string of pearls and
We would've run down to the river at night
Sailed away, just me and you
In a week or two

A little more time
Was all I needed
But somehow fall became spring
But put off today
You can do tomorrow
Sometimes you don't do a thing

In a week or two
I was gonna bring you diamonds
In a week or two
A long, long string of pearls and
We would've run down to the river at night
Sailed away, just me and you
In a week or two

These words in my heart
Never had a chance to be heard
But I'm telling you now
For all that it's worth

In a week or two
I was gonna bring you diamonds
In a week or two
A long, long string of pearls and
We would've run down to the river at night
Sailed away, just me and you
In a week or two

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Pearls On A String - Lyrics - Easy Tiger - Ryan Adams

Title: Pearls On A String
Album: Easy Tiger
Artist: Ryan Adams
Composer(s): Neal Casal, Ryan Adams, Bradley Smith Pemberton, Jonathan Graboff

Lyric:
Blue eyes for miles, pretty as a peach
Glorious kind and always on the time
Never far out of reach

Tomorrow's on its way
There's always new songs to sing
Glorious kind, always on time, pearls on a string

Soft precious and easy under the sea
If you dive down far enough to the bottom
Look around and you will see

Tomorrow's on its way
And there's always new songs to sing
Glorious kind, always on time, pearls on a string
Glorious kind and always on time, pearls on a string

Sun shining down, children laugh and play
Glorious kind and always on time
Out there in the day

Tomorrow's on its way
And there's always new songs to sing
Glorious kind and always on time, pearls on a string
Glorious kind, always on time, pearls on a string
Glorious kind and always on time, pearls on a string
Glorious kind, always on time, pearls on a string

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Nobody'S Girl - Lyrics - Bonnie Raitt

Title: Nobody'S Girl
Artist: Bonnie Raitt
Composer(s): Larry John Mcnally

Lyric:
She don't need anybody to tell her she's pretty
She's heard it every single day of her life
He's got to wonder what she sees in him
When there's so many others standing in line

She gives herself to him
But he's still on the outside
She's alone in this world
She's nobody's girl, she's nobody's girl

She shows up at his doorstep in the middle of the night
Then she disappears for weeks at a time
Just enough to keep him wanting more
But never is he satisfied

And he's left to pick up the pieces
Wondering what does he do this for
She's off in her own little world
She's nobody's girl, she's nobody's girl

He said, "Before I met her, I didn't love nothin'
I could take it and leave it, that was okay but
She brings out a want in me
For things I didn't even know that I need"

She does anything she wants, any time she wants to
With anyone you know she wants it all
Still she gets all upset over the least little thing
Man, you hurt her, it makes you feel so small

And she's a walking contradiction
But I ache for her inside
She's fragile like a string of pearls
She's nobody's girl

She's fragile like a string of pearls
She's nobody's girl, she's nobody's girl
She's nobody's girl

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

All The Things - Lyrics - Joe

Title: All The Things
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): J Thompson, M Williams, J Thomas

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Lyric:
Hey, love, you say you need someone
To be there for you, to love you all night long
It's kinda funny but I don't think you have to look no further
Because I'm right here, and I'm ready
To do all the things your man won't do

Tell me what kind of man would treat his woman so cold?
Treat you like you're nothin' when you're worth more than gold
Girl to me you're like a diamond, I love the way you shine
A hundred million dollar treasure, I'll give the world to make you mine

I'll put a string a pearls right in your hand
Make love on a beach of jet black sand
Outside in the rain we can do it all night
I'll touch the places he would not
And some you never knew would get you hot
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do, every little thing
I'll do them for you

I'll take you out on a night cruise on a yacht, just can't lose
'Cause we got a lot to look forward to, 1, 2, what ya gonna do?
What good is a diamond? Nobody can see it
I hear he got you on lock down but I got the master key, yeah

I'll light a thousand candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won' do, every little
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

I'll light up all the candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Ooh, I got a Jones in my bones for you
There ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'll make your body cream with my sex machine
I won't stop until I hear your mother scream

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Sweet baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

All The Things (Your Man Won'T Do) - Lyrics - All That I Am - Joe

Title: All The Things (Your Man Won'T Do)
Album: All That I Am
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): J Thompson, M Williams, J Thomas

Lyric:
Hey, love, you say you need someone
To be there for you, to love you all night long
It's kinda funny but I don't think you have to look no further
Because I'm right here, and I'm ready
To do all the things your man won't do

Tell me what kind of man would treat his woman so cold?
Treat you like you're nothin' when you're worth more than gold
Girl to me you're like a diamond, I love the way you shine
A hundred million dollar treasure, I'll give the world to make you mine

I'll put a string a pearls right in your hand
Make love on a beach of jet black sand
Outside in the rain we can do it all night
I'll touch the places he would not
And some you never knew would get you hot
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do, every little thing
I'll do them for you

I'll take you out on a night cruise on a yacht, just can't lose
'Cause we got a lot to look forward to, 1, 2, what ya gonna do?
What good is a diamond? Nobody can see it
I hear he got you on lock down but I got the master key, yeah

I'll light a thousand candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won' do, every little
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

I'll light up all the candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Ooh, I got a Jones in my bones for you
There ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'll make your body cream with my sex machine
I won't stop until I hear your mother scream

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Sweet baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction - Lyrics - Letting Off The Happiness - Bright Eyes

Title: A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction
Album: Letting Off The Happiness
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent it's light source well
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
With the movement of the music and the madness
That's pulling me into this

And the shades of the lamps are woven red
The light, it stains and consecrates
Anointing all forgotten forms
That swirl and smoke and haunt this place

The girls in gowns all nurse the dark
Pulling it near to their swelling breasts
And watch as it seeps to their hearts
And beats within their virgin chests
And here I know seduction breeds

From wanton hearts that would seduce
And grows and spreads its vines and leaves
Embracing those who might have moved
But now remain to drink the night

From vials black and thick with steam
With intoxicating delights
Would leave you drunk inside this dream, dream
And you watch them take the light from you

And you find yourself on a velvet couch
Tasting the skin of a foreign girl
Her eyes are black and wet like oil
And she ties your hands with a string of pearls
And you tremble like a frightened bird

As she closes in and captures you
To place you in a silver cage
Deep within her poisoned womb
So once you're safe inside, she might let you out
To fly in the circles around the room

But it's always night and there is no moon
And you wonder if you are alive
And you're not sure if you want to be
But you drink her sweat like it was wine
And you lay with her on a bed of blue
And it's awful sweet like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Gotta Serve Somebody - Lyrics - Moment Of Forever - Willie Nelson

Title: Gotta Serve Somebody
Album: Moment Of Forever
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock 'n' roll man, prancing on the stage
Plenty of drugs at your command and women in a cage
You might be a businessman or some high degree thief
They may call you 'Doctor', they may call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, yeah, yeah, serve somebody
Oh, it may be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now, you may be a State Trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may even be the head of some great big TV network
You may be rich or poor and you may be blind or chained
You might be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're still gonna have to serve somebody

Maybe a construction worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh yeah, serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, it might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now you can call me Terry or you might call me Moore
You may call me David or you might call me Coe
You can call me RJ or you can call me Ray
You can call me anything, I don't care what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a rock 'n' roll star, prancing on the stage
You got plenty of drugs at your command, you got women in a cage
You might be a big businessman or some high degree thief
Now they might call you 'Doctor', they might call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

It might be the devil, it might be, it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh man, you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody

It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Somebody, somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Brownsville Girl - Lyrics - Knocked Out Loaded - Bob Dylan

Title: Brownsville Girl
Album: Knocked Out Loaded
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan, Sam Shepard

Lyric:
Well, there was this movie I seen one time, about a man riding 'cross
The desert and it starred Gregory Peck, he was shot down
By a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself, the townspeople
Wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck

Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath
Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square
I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death

Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know, it blows right through me like a ball and chain
You know, I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart
The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train

I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right, it was perfect as I got in behind the wheel

Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton' and we slept
Near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft, way down in Mexico
You went out to find a doctor and you never came back, I would have
Gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off

Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that
Dark rhythm in her soul but I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood
Anymore to remember the times when I was your only man and she
Don't want to remind me, she knows this car would go out of control

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you're my honey love

Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live
He owned a wreckin' lot outside of town about a mile
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied
Back, she saw us come rolling up, in a trail of dust, she said
"Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while"

Then she told us how times were tough and about how
She was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started
But you know, she changed the subject every time money came up
She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead"
You could tell she was so broken hearted, she said
"Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt"

"How far are y'all going?", Ruby asked us with a sigh
"We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade
And the water moccasin dies", Ruby just smiled and said
"Ah, you know, some babies never learn"

Something about that movie though, well, I just can't get it
Out of my head but I can't remember why I was in it
Or what part I was supposed to play, all I remember about
It was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you're my honey love

Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour
I was crossin' the street when shots rang out
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran
"We got him cornered in the churchyard", I heard somebody shout

Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune
Underneath it, it said, "A man with no alibi"
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge
And cry real tears, it was the best acting I saw anybody do

Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass
But sometimes you just find yourself over the line
Oh, if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much, I could feel
A whole lot better If you were just here by my side to show me how

Well, I'm standin' in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck
Yeah, but you know, it's not the one that I had in mind
He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about
But I'll see him in anything, so I'll stand in line

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you're my honey love

You know, it's funny how things never turn out
The way you had 'em planned
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that
His name wasn't Henry Porter

And you know there was somethin' about you, baby
That I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me you liked
That I left behind in the French Quarter

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger
Connections than people who are most content
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone
You always said people don't do what they believe in
They just do what's most convenient then they repent
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby
And let's hope that the roof stays on"

There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck
He wore a gun and he was shot in the back
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you're my honey love

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

You Little Fool - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: You Little Fool
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
Daddy's best girl in the world
Is not supposed to have a boyfriend
But she's never wanted at home
Other girls are allowed to wear their makeup
She sneaks out her lipstick powder and comb

She surrounds his name with hearts and flowers
Talks on the telephone for hours and hours
With the bird in his hand and two on a string
The words of love have an imitation ring

You little fool, little fool, little fool
I suppose that you're going to stay all night
You little fool, little fool, little fool
Don't look at me that way, you know it isn't right
You little fool, little fool, little fool
You, you little fool, little fool, little fool
You little fool, little fool, little fool

They say no news is good news
The little girl wants information
Mother just gives her some pills to choose
And says go and use your imagination

Daddy's best girl in the world
Says just look what I've got
As she sits beside him on the high stool
With his arm around her neck, snowball in one hand
And the other full of imitation jewels

She fingers a string of pearls
An imitation but he'll never know it
Imitation lashes flutter above
Looking for an imitation of love

You little fool, little fool, little fool
I suppose that you're going to stay all night
You little fool, little fool, little fool
Don't look at me that way, you know it isn't right
You little fool, little fool, little fool
You, you little fool, little fool, little fool
You little fool, little fool, little fool

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Gotta Serve Somebody - Lyrics - Gospel Roots - Aaron Neville

Title: Gotta Serve Somebody
Album: Gospel Roots
Artist: Aaron Neville
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock 'n' roll man, prancing on the stage
Plenty of drugs at your command and women in a cage
You might be a businessman or some high degree thief
They may call you 'Doctor', they may call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, yeah, yeah, serve somebody
Oh, it may be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now, you may be a State Trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may even be the head of some great big TV network
You may be rich or poor and you may be blind or chained
You might be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're still gonna have to serve somebody

Maybe a construction worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh yeah, serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, it might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now you can call me Terry or you might call me Moore
You may call me David or you might call me Coe
You can call me RJ or you can call me Ray
You can call me anything, I don't care what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a rock 'n' roll star, prancing on the stage
You got plenty of drugs at your command, you got women in a cage
You might be a big businessman or some high degree thief
Now they might call you 'Doctor', they might call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

It might be the devil, it might be, it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh man, you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody

It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Somebody, somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

For You - Lyrics - Rick Nelson

Title: For You
Artist: Rick Nelson
Composer(s): Joe Burke, Al Dubin

Lyric:
I will gather stars out of the blue
For you, yes baby for you
I'll make a string of pearls out of the dew
For you, yes baby for you

Over the highway and over the street
Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet

Oh well it's nothing in this world
I wouldn't do, for you, yes baby for you

Over the highway and over the street
Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet

Oh well it's nothing in this world
I wouldn't do, for you, yes baby for you

I wouldn't do, yes baby for you
Oh I wouldn't do, yes baby for you
Oh I wouldn't do, yes baby for you

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Broken - Lyrics - Animositisomina - Ministry

Title: Broken
Album: Animositisomina
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): Paul G. Barker, Allen D. Jourgensen, Max Brody

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Lyric:
Grab yourself a partner
Swing 'em around the town
Walk the dog and do-se-do
Before you tie her down

Anesthetize and fantasize
Watch your dreams come true
A riding crop, a lollipop
A tank of nitrous too

Because you're broken

Bang! bang! boo-de-yay
Broken down and done
Triple x and filthy sex
An overloaded gun

Discipline and bondage
Leather mask and nuns
A topless girl
A string of pearls
A wad of bubble cum

Inconsequential
An angels broken wing
Kept confidential
We keep inside our secret things

What's the price of pleasure?
What's the price of pain?
Rapture or deliverance
Beneath a golden rain

Swap and swing and sissy spank
The middle-class defined
Or those who swim the deep end
With sex and death combined

Inconsequential
An angels broken wing
Kept confidential
We keep inside our secret things

Because you're broken

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Gotta Serve Somebody - Lyrics - Snowfall on the Sahara - Natalie Cole

Title: Gotta Serve Somebody
Album: Snowfall on the Sahara
Artist: Natalie Cole
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

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Lyric:
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock 'n' roll man, prancing on the stage
Plenty of drugs at your command and women in a cage
You might be a businessman or some high degree thief
They may call you 'Doctor', they may call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, yeah, yeah, serve somebody
Oh, it may be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now, you may be a State Trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may even be the head of some great big TV network
You may be rich or poor and you may be blind or chained
You might be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're still gonna have to serve somebody

Maybe a construction worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh yeah, serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, it might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now you can call me Terry or you might call me Moore
You may call me David or you might call me Coe
You can call me RJ or you can call me Ray
You can call me anything, I don't care what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a rock 'n' roll star, prancing on the stage
You got plenty of drugs at your command, you got women in a cage
You might be a big businessman or some high degree thief
Now they might call you 'Doctor', they might call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

It might be the devil, it might be, it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh man, you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody

It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Somebody, somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord

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Friday, August 6, 2010

For You - Lyrics - Dean Martin

Title: For You
Artist: Dean Martin
Composer(s): Joe Burke, Al Dubin

Lyric:
I will gather stars out of the blue
For you, for you
I'll make a string of pearls out of the dew
For you, just for you

Over the highway and over the street
Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet
Oh, there's nothing in the world I wouldn't do
For you, for you

Over the highway and over the street
Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet
Ah, there ain't nothing in the world I wouldn't do
For you, just for you

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Good Stuff - Lyrics - No Shoes No Shirts No Problems - Kenny Chesney

Title: Good Stuff
Album: No Shoes No Shirts No Problems
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Craig Wiseman, Jim Collins

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Lyric:
Well, me and my lady had our first big fight
So I drove around until I saw the neon lights
At a corner bar and it just seemed right
So I pulled up

Not a soul around but the old barkeep
Down at the end lookin' half asleep
And he walked up and and said, "What'll it be?"
I said, "The good stuff"

He didn't reach around for the whiskey
He didn't pour me a beer
His blue eyes kinda went misty
He said, "You can't find that here"

"'Cause it's the first long kiss on a second date
Momma's all worried when you get home late
And droppin' the ring in the spagetti plate
'Cause your hands are shakin' so much

And it's the way that she looks with the rice in her hair
Eating burnt suppers the whole first year
And askin' for seconds to keep her from tearin' up
Yeah, man, that's the good stuff."

He grabbed a carton of milk and he poured a glass
And I smiled and said, "I'll have some of that"
We sat there and talked as an hour passed
Like old friends

I saw a black and white picture and it caught my stare
It was a pretty girl with bouffant hair
He said, "That's my Bonnie
Taken 'bout a year after we were wed"

He said, "Spent five years in the bottle
When the cancer took her from me
But I've been sober three years now
'Cause the one thing stronger than the whiskey"

"Was the sight of her holdin our baby girl
The way she adored that string of pearls
I gave her the day that our youngest boy, Earl
Married his high school love

And it's a new t-shirt saying, "I'm a Grandpa"
Being right there as our time got small
And holding her hand when the good Lord called her up
Yeah, man, that's the good stuff"

He said, "When you get home, she'll start to cry
When she says 'I'm sorry', say, 'So am I'
And look into those eyes so deep in love
And drink it up, 'cause that's the good stuff
That's the good stuff"

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Spider Web - Lyrics - Relish - Joan Osborne

Title: Spider Web
Album: Relish
Artist: Joan Osborne
Composer(s): Christopher John Palmaro, Rick Chertoff, Sammy Merendino, Gary Lucas, Joan Osborne

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Lyric:
I dreamed about Ray Charles last night
And he could see just fine

Dreamed about Ray Charles last night
And he could see just fine, you know
I asked him for a lullaby
He said, "Honey, I don't sing no more"

No more, no more
No more, Ray don't sing no more

He said, "Since I got my eyesight back
My voice has just deserted me
No 'Georgia On My Mind' no more
I stay in bed with MTV"

Then Ray took his glasses off
And I could look inside his head
Flashing like a thunderstorm
I saw a shining spider web

Spider web, spider web
Spider web in Ray Charles' head

I dreamed about Ray Charles last night
He took me flying in the air
Showed me my own spider webs
Said, "Honey, you had best take care"

The world is made of spider webs
The threads are stuck to me and you
Be careful what you're wishing for
'Cause when you gain you just might lose"
You just might lose your

Spider web, spider web
Spider web, what Ray Charles said

When you're feelin' lonely
When you're hidin' in your bed
Don't forget your string of pearls
Don't forget your spider web

When I go to sleep tonight
Don't let me dream of brother Ray, no, no, no, don't
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he sees
Just like him best the other way

Spider web, spider web
Spider web in Ray Charles' head

Oh spider web
Spider web in Ray Charles' head
Spider web

All I got's my spider web
Keepin' me alive
All I got's my spider web
Keepin' me alive
C'mon Ray

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Red Carpet Massacre - Lyrics - Red Carpet Massacre - Duran Duran

Title: Red Carpet Massacre
Album: Red Carpet Massacre
Artist: Duran Duran
Composer(s): Nathan Hill, Simon Le Bon

Lyric:
Dark sun rose on the ridge cut clear across the sky
As good a day as any to die
No reservation, madam, no reason to know why
Running late, stiletto heels
Try to cruise, send out the wheels

You spend your life in preparation for this day
Breathe in the air, it's loaded with fame
Check out those weapons, sister, before you hit the fray
String of pearls meet bits of gems
Enter the battle of the lenses

Red carpet massacre
Don't wanna hassle you
Red carpet massacre
Death stalk paparazzi, yeah

Red carpet massacre
It's gonna mess with you
We're in business
You're on the hit list

There's not so many now still standing on their feet
Their knives are out and singing so sweet
Engage with sharper minds that cut you when you meet
Any place to mess around
When someone wants to take you down

Maybe you think you're above this
But baby, we know that you love it
Baby, you know where to shove it
Apply your lipstick 'fore dying in public

Red carpet massacre
Don't wanna hassle you
Red carpet massacre
Death stalk paparazzi, yeah

Red carpet massacre
Don't wanna mess with you
Now it's time, next in line
We're so busted, done and dusted

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Gotta Serve Somebody - Lyrics - Slow Train Coming - Bob Dylan

Title: Gotta Serve Somebody
Album: Slow Train Coming
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock n' roll addict, prancin' on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a business man or some high degree thief
They may call you doctor or they may call you chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes you're
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be livin' in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes you're
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a construction worker workin' on a home
You might be livin' in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Yes you're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman takin' bribes on the side
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Yes you're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleepin' on the floor, sleepin' in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything, no matter what you say

You're still gonna have to serve somebody
Yes you're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

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