Test Transmission - Lyrics - Kasabian - Kasabian

Title: Test Transmission
Album: Kasabian
Artist: Kasabian
Composer(s): Christopher Karloff, Sergio Pizzorno

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Lyric:
Standin' here on this burnin' bridge
I'm tryin' to figure out, but there?s nothin' here
Seem like they got the fear
Cattle grids, rattle gold chains, pay it back
Just cancel the chickens
And tell your son that he should steal the gold

The kings send their knights
Check these soul satellites
Test transmission is callin' me back home
The kings send their knights
Check these soul satellites
Test transmission is callin' me back home

Too messed up to perform this
Can't you see, I'll only miss you now, your memories, yeah
[Incomprehensible] get washed to the seas
Feedin' tape through the fabric must tune in
Unless you?re trapped tomorrow
And get out the sun, get out before it gets you back

The kings send their knights
Check these soul satellites
Test transmission is callin' me back home
The kings send their knights
Check these soul satellites
Test transmission is callin' me back home

And I feel just alive,[Incomprehensible] a change
Feel [Incomprehensible] is gonna get you again
[Incomprehensible] sun is comin' back again
And I feel just alive, [Incomprehensible] a change
Feel [Incomprehensible] is gonna get you again
[Incomprehensible] sun is comin' back again

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Ttt - Lyrics - Buzzcocks

Title: Ttt
Artist: Buzzcocks
Composer(s): Pete Shelley

Lyric:
Turn the television on
You've been reading too long
Turn your radios on
And I'll sing you a song

Let's get back to basics
I know just what you need
I'm talented by the way you feel
Flattery's a deed of attraction
It seems you're changing direction to me

Turn the television on
You've been reading too long
Turn your stereo on
And I'll sing you a song

Charity's a good investment
What hard times we're living through
Thinking of us face to face like this
So this is what destiny feels like
Adapt improvise overcome

Turn the television on
You've been reading too long
Turn your radios on
Nothing else is going on

Trade test transmission
Turn the television on
Nothing else is going on

Turn the television on
You've been reading too long
Turn your radios on
I will sing you my song

Trade test transmission
Turn the television on
Nothing else is going on

Trade test transmission
Turn the television on
Nothing else is going on
Turn me on
Turn me on

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Tvc 15 - Lyrics - Christiane F. Wir Kinder (Soundtrack) - David Bowie

Title: Tvc 15
Album: Christiane F. Wir Kinder (Soundtrack)
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Robert Jones

Lyric:
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh

Ooh, up every evenin' 'bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine
He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels
So hologramic, oh, my T V C one five

I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlon
She saw my T V C one five, and then baby's gone, she
She crawled right in, oh my, he crawled right in my
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
Oh, so demonic, oh my T V C one five

Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleadin'
"Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature"
My T V C one five, he just stares back unblinkin'
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five

One of these nights I may just jump down that rainbow way
Be with my baby, then we'll spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh, my T V C one five

Transition, transmission
Transition, transmission

Oh, my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh, my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh, my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh, my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five

Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleadin'
"Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature"
My T V C one five, he just stares back unblinkin'
So hologramic, oh, my T V C one five

One of these nights I may just jump down that rainbow way
Be with my baby, then we'll spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five

Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh

Transition, transmission
Transition, transmission

Oh, my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh, my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh, my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
...

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Rebel Rebel - Lyrics - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Rebel Rebel
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): David Jones

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Lyric:
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancin' and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know
Hot tramp, I love you so?

You've got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it now

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know
Hot tramp, I love you so?

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know
Hot tramp, I love you so?

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of 'ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

And I love your dress because your face is a mess
[Unverified], so how could they know?
How could they know? I say, how could they know
How could they know? How could they know?

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Rebel Rebel - Lyrics - Rickie Lee Jones

Title: Rebel Rebel
Artist: Rickie Lee Jones
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
Got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey, babe, your hair's alright
Hey, babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You know fans when they play it hard
They want more and you want it first

Put you down and say I'm wrong
Tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Doo doo doo

Got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You know fans when they play it hard
You want more and you want it first

They put you down, say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Doo doo doo

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got a transmission and a live wire
Got your few lines and a handful of dues

You gonna be there when they count up the blues
I love your dress, I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess

How could they know?
How could they know?
But what you wanna do
Or where you wanna go?
Wish I could do for you
Wish I'd been there too

Because you've torn your dress
Torn your dress
(Rebel, rebel)
And your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)

Your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)
Your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)

So how could they know?
How could they know?
Torn your dress, torn your dress
And how can they know?

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Make It Last - Lyrics - The Art of Love and War - Angie Stone

Title: Make It Last
Album: The Art of Love and War
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Jonathan Richmond, Angie Stone, Juanita Wynn

Lyric:
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Don't ya?
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so
Don't ya? Oh?

Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know?
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you?
Looks like you've been there too

'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess, ooh, your face is a mess
Ooh, ooh, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know? Eh, eh

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Rebel Rebel - Lyrics - The Best Of Bowie - David Bowie

Title: Rebel Rebel
Album: The Best Of Bowie
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe your hair's alright
Hey babe let's go out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancin' and we look divine
You love bands when they're playin' hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe your hair's alright
Hey babe let's stay out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancin' and we look divine
You love bands when they're playin' hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Rebel, rebel you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of 'ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
(Rebel, rebel)

So what you wanna know?
Calamity's child, child, chi-child
(Rebel, rebel)
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
(Rebel, rebel)
And your face is a mess
Ohh your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)
Ohh, ohh so how could they know?
Eh, eh how could they know?
(Rebel, rebel)

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