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Friday, August 13, 2010

The Motorcycle Song - Lyrics - Arlo Guthrie

Title: The Motorcycle Song
Artist: Arlo Guthrie
Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie

Lyric:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was

I, I don't want a pickle
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle

Late last week I was on my bike
I run into a friend named Mike
Run into my friend named Mike
Mike no longer has a bike, he cries

I don't want a pickle
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
Yeah, and I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Like This - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Like This
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Latoiya Williams, Roy Ayers, Damani Washington, Terrence Harden, P Brooks, Raul Midon, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
I?d like to welcome the Western Union
On to this 'Blue Carpet Treatment'
Some player partners of mine
We gonna show you this new dance we got

Like this, it?s easy to do
Like this, yeah, it?s so easy to do
Grab a honey, take her to the floor
And do it just like this
You can do it, you can do it, just just like this

You don?t have to break it down to the floor
All you gotta do is keep movin' your hands
Like this, you can do it, you can do it too
Like this, you can do it, you can do it too
I feel player when I move and dance to the song
All I wanna do is get my groove on like this

I throw my hands like Marvin
Sorta like James Brown how I get down
I?m holdin' my chain so it don?t swing
I?m slidin' my feet, stayin' on the beat

I dip low, then bring it back slow
If you didn?t wanna dance why you on floor?
The mamis on the go with Mr. Luck on the catch up
Super duper behind and baby, this a set up

Two step with me, call your girls
I got 2 reps with me, they call the game quickly
Big boys move, I?m too cool for the runway
Player of the year, my gear is set for Sunday

Wait right here girl, I?m comin' back Monday
Slide right in front of me, get our dance on, Fred Astaire
Faye Dunaway, eyes on us while we move to the clap
I?m nice with the dance and I?m smooth with the rap

We in the zone with the lights and glamor
Glass full of Patron and cold as grammar
Coat made of panther, excuse me, miss
Let me show you how to do it

Like this, it?s easy to do
Like this, yeah, it?s so easy to do
Grab a honey, take her to the floor
And do it just like this
You can do it, you can do it, just just like this

You don?t have to break it down to the floor
All you gotta do is keep movin' your hands
Like this, you can do it, you can do it too
Like this, you can do it, you can do it too
I feel player when I move and dance to the song
All I wanna do is get my groove on like this

Let me holla at you baby, come close
It?s Big Snoop Dogg, king of the coast
Walk with me, stay focused
Put it on me little momma, let me see you stroke this

It seems like the more hits
On a slow drip, bubble like a four fifth
And everybody, everybody notice
So too cool-cool Calvin Broadus

And every woman is a goddess
And every rapper is a artist
Yeah right, you?re dead wrong to sing along
It?s Godzilla for realla, my n*** King Kong

Givin' n*** the blues
As I?m walkin' on these fools in my blue suede tennis shoes
I?m two steppin' with my *** close
On the dance floor, loc 'cuz you never know

Yeah, baby girl, she?s s*** but she cool
'Cuz we ain?t come to act no motherf*** fool
We just chillin' like a villain, got my hands to the ceilin'
And I?m feelin' the feelin', come feel it like

Like this, it?s easy to do
Like this, yeah, it?s so easy to do
Grab a honey, take her to the floor
And do it just like this
You can do it, you can do it, just just like this

You don?t have to break it down to the floor
All you gotta do is keep movin' your hands
Like this, you can do it, you can do it too
Like this, you can do it, you can do it too
I feel player when I move and dance to the song
All I wanna do is get my groove on like this

Check it out, I, I know baby girl, I know
See out here on the West, naw, we don?t do that
We don?t do the motorcycle dance, we don?t do the snap, uh uh
We do it a little somethin' like this

Come here, come here
You think you can do that with me, baby?
Do it just like this
Like this, like this

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Leave Me Alone - Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Title: Leave Me Alone
Album: First Come First Served
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know
What I've been going through to make my own, yeah

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?
You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen
Don't look at me funny when I come around
And y'all been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music with a Japanese assistant

What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As I see 'em watching bet
There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm starting to feel like Jimi Hendrix
When they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the truth of the project group
Which they always have secret spies in with eyes
Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks
And dats, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function
With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about Mariah Carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys
While I break out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be a regular like Dru Hill, a little more ill
Hey Keith we want you to be ill

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

Of course I'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad? cos I'm original?
You can't do the material
When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo I'll take my white rhyme down to world's Fargo
How long's it gonna take?
900 Thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk
I don't need a binge this year

Took care of my paperwork
Take the united taxi out to Vegas
While the average RNB group is doing a promo concert
Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground mc's
Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me ??welcome to the business?
Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness
I ain't playin' all this African stuff, all look the same

I don't need a Joe neck bone puttin' his artwork on my cd
Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne
No, I'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure
Besides I do wear a cold blue winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants yeah

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

Why you think I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you wear it?
Put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hyping' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack
Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like Louis Armstrong's
Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like Tracy Chapman
I canceled a big tour 'cos I was prepared
You're on the roll with your damn money and you're all scared
Why y'all walkin, look hard like your manager got your name
All over your versatile card
And plus, this video treatment sucks
The fish lens effect
The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks
Look at the director trying to tell me what to do
I've done this before

14 Degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead
Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearing a Yankee hat and a starter
I'm not dressing up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?
I don't need mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group like Pantera
Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, DreamWorks
Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man
I'm like prince
You might see me once every 5 years at the record company
While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table doing routine dances for advances
Oooh you've been involved

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

As Sure As The Sun - Lyrics - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Title: As Sure As The Sun
Artist: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Composer(s): Peter Hayes, Robert Turner, Nicholas Jago

Lyric:
So now everybody's gone
You see no change has come
In every song you've ever sung
You find the words were wrong

But now the time is gonna come
And there's no feeling lost
For everyone who could've loved
And made me not to love

And all the time
I thought your words were mine
You held me down as sure as the sun
You held me down as sure as the sun

Now I could see into your eyes
But there's no compromise
For anyone you coulda saved
But never recognized

And now your worries gonna fall
But I won't help at all
For everyone who sees the place
Who knows they can't belong

And all the time
I thought your words were mine
You held me down as sure as the sun
You held me down as sure as the sun

You've taken away much more than you gave
What keeps me down?
I'm lost in a rage no one can explain
What keeps me down?
What keeps you down?

So now that everybody's gone
You see no change has come
In every song you've ever sung
You find the words were wrong

And every paper that you read
You feel your spirit grieve
For everyone who's gonna fall
The distance another leaves

And all the time
I thought your words were mine
You held me down as sure as the sun

And all the time
I thought your words were mine
You held me down as sure as the sun
You held me down as sure as the sun

You've taken away much more than you gave
What keeps me down?
I'm lost in a rage no one can explain
What keeps me down?
What keeps you down?

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

You Live At Home With Your Mom - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: You Live At Home With Your Mom
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mayhew Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, to all my fans, the people, who don't know
What I been goin' through to make my own

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets music industry fan
Hey, yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right?
You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown
Not a specimen, don't look at me funny when I come around

A and R been tryin' to figure me out for years
Tryin' to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run the head of black music
With a Japanese assistant

What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game?
That's a shame as I see and watch on BET
There's a million uncreative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm startin' to feel like Jimi Hendrix

When they covered the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't wanna see me on channel 7 news, tellin' the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes

Watchin' me recordin' my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin' on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin' your back

Talkin' about, Mariah Carey's funky
Makin' the average group buckdance like a barrel full of monkys
While I break out to shoppin' mall he's makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be regular like Dru Hill and a little more ill
(Hey Keith, we want you to be ill)

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

Of course I'm hard to work with 'cause you hard to work with
I don't wanna meet Insane Clown Posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad 'cause I'm original, you can't do the material

When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin' Raisin Bran cereal
While you front low, I take my bike ride down to Wells Fargo

How long is it gon' take, nine-hundred-thousand in clear
Takin' with a clear, I don't need a Benz this year
Took care of my paperwork, takin' United Taxi out to Vegas
While the average R and B group is doin' a promo concert

Ignorin' your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground MC's
Tryin' to get me to rap on a wack jazz track for one G
How dare you try to insult me?

I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with Prodigy
Other crews don't get budget, got the nerve to call me
Welcome to the business, stand as a witness
Work on your stomach, do physical fitness

I ain't playin', all this African stuff all look the same
I don't need a Joey Neckbone puttin his artwork on my CD
Drawin' Apple Jacks and Honeycomb with me sittin' on the throne

No I'm takin' a regular picture by the hotel St. Bonaventure
Besides I do wear a coat in the winter
And eat at beautiful resteraunts

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

Why you think I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you wear it? Put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hypin' up a normal female group
With fat cellulite that sound wack?
Most of y'all goin' out like Uncle Tom's, like Louis Armstrong
Wearin' a tattoo and goin' onstage like Tracy Chapman

I cancelled a big tour 'cause I was prepared
Y'all on the road with per diem money and y'all scared
While y'all walk and look hard
Your manager got his name all over your Versatile card

And plus this video treatment sucks, the fish lens effects
The lens to the camera only cost a hundred bucks
Look at the director, tryin' to tell me what to do
I done this before, 14 degrees freezin' cold
Doin' 'Poppa Large' with a cage on my head, that's dead

Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearin' a Yankee hat and a Starter I'm not dressin' up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?
I don't need mascara and a stylist

Save that for a big rock group like Pantera, Experience
Next Plateau, Mercury, Wild Pitch, EMI, Capitol, DreamWorks
Never got dropped, put my lyrics away and stopped
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me bein' Superman you bein' stupid man

I'm like Prince, you might see me once every five years
At the record company, while most of y'all live at the label
Beggin' for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table, doin' routine dances for advances
(Ooh, you get involved)

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Window - Lyrics - Baby 81 - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Title: Window
Album: Baby 81
Artist: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Composer(s): Robert L Been, Peter B Hayes

Lyric:
Turn your eyes from the window
So you won?t see this world
The walls are closing inward
There?s nowhere left to turn

You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep

All your houses crumble
Shadows begin to howl
There's spiders on the rooftops
The trapdoor is in ourselves

You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep, it?s a wonder to me

So how?s it going to feel when you don?t know what?s real?
You tell yourself it?s love, then tear your insides up
So how?s it going to feel when you don?t know what?s real?
You tell yourself it?s love, then tear yourself apart

Senses, all been fractured
The traitor?s in your sights
The hour's spinning backwards
There?s nowhere left to hide

You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep, it?s a wonder to me

So how?s it going to feel when you don?t know what?s real?
You tell yourself it?s love, then tear your insides up
So how?s it going to feel when you don?t know what?s real?
You tell yourself it?s love, then tear yourself apart

How many people must learn? How many roads must you turn?
There?s something hiding below
How many tears must you cry? How many buried inside
Until you finally let go?

How many years must you fight? How many stories survive
Until the tables will turn?
How many days must you brave? How many years must you pay?
There?s nothing left to let go

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Am I Only - Lyrics - Baby 81 - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Title: Am I Only
Album: Baby 81
Artist: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Composer(s): Peter B Hayes, Robert L Been

Lyric:
Nothing seems to show
The feelings come and go
And everything?s so strange
The people never change

Am I only, only one of you?
Am I only, only one of you?

Emotions never known
They talk through what you show
So easy, you let go
What?s left is torn and thrown

Am I only, only one of you?
Am I only, only one of you?

You turn into a song
And everything feels wrong
There?s so much more to see
But lost is meant to be

Am I only, only one of you?
Am I only, only one of you?

Am I the only lonely one of you?
Am I the only lonely one of you?
Am I the only lonely one of you?
Am I the only lonely one of you?
Am I the only lonely one of you?

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Miss Punta Blanca - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: Miss Punta Blanca
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
I could've been Miss Punta Blanca
I could've but I didn't want ta
I think I could've been a winner
If I'd gone dancing after dinner

I could've rhumba'd by the pool side
I could've samba'd with the tour guide
Instead I took a motorcycle ride
With my friend Mike, this guy I really like
He rents the motorbikes

So light me a cigar, my love
And tell me your name, I, I know your name
Let's pour me a drink now
Let's have a toast to who we really are

And I'll sing you a song right in your ear
On this beautiful Cuban moonlit night
Oh, I need another, another light

I could've been Miss Punta Blanca
I could've but I didn't want ta
I could've but I said no thank ya
I said I didn't want ta

Anyways, it was Ruby who won the contest
And two hours later she was passed out by the pool

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Monday, August 9, 2010

She Likes It Too - Lyrics - A Lot About Livin' (And A Little 'Bout Love) - Alan Jackson

Title: She Likes It Too
Album: A Lot About Livin' (And A Little 'Bout Love)
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): Tim J Nichols, Zack Robert Turner

Lyric:
I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen
I remember my mama raisin' cane with me
She said, "Son, tell me why you want to ride that thing?"
She didn't know about the blond at the Dairy Queen

I got my own reasons why I do what I do
I like to ride motorcycles and she likes it too
I like to ride motorcycles and she likes it too

I always wore my hair just a little too long
And daddy didn't like it and he made no bones
If I'd have gotten it cut like he wanted me to
She wouldn't have had nothin' left to run her fingers through

I got my reasons why I do what I do
I like to wear my hair long and she likes it too
I like to wear my hair long, she likes it too

I remember ridin' around with my buddies back home
Listenin' to some country on the radio
When they tried to change the station to some rock 'n' roll
I'd turn the Opry up just as loud as it would go

I got my reasons why I do what I do
Well I like country music, she likes it too
Yeah, I like country music, she likes it too

Now I got a big Harley and my hair's still long
And I'm still listenin' to a country song

I got my own reasons why I do what I do
I know what I like, she likes it too
I know what I like, she likes it too
Yeah, I know what I like, she likes it too

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Whatever Happened To My Rock 'N' Roll (Punk Song) - Lyrics - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Title: Whatever Happened To My Rock 'N' Roll (Punk Song)
Artist: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Composer(s): Peter Hayes, Robert Turner, Nicholas Jago

Lyric:
1 2 3 4

You want a part of me
You want the whole thing
You want to feel something more than I could ever bring
You want it badly
You want it tangled
I want to feel something more than I was strangled

I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

She wants it hallow
She wants it tainted
She wants to feel something more than she was naked
You want to hide away
You're scared to touch it
I want to feel something more than I care to take

I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

She wants your image
She wants your kiss
She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is
You want it badly
You want it so completely
I want to feel something more 'cause I can't fuckin' breathe

I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Head Up High - Lyrics - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Title: Head Up High
Artist: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Composer(s): Peter Hayes, Robert Been, Nicholas Jago

Lyric:
You feel no one listens before saying you're through
You fear nothing takes you as far as you'll go

This song is not about you
But the life that stands without you
Your body and blood
Your body and blood
You're leaving us all

I keep my head up high to ease my mind
Of all these true sensations
I keep my head up high to ease my mind
Of all these true sensations

I keep my head up high to ease my mind
Of all these true sensations
I keep my head up high to ease my mind
Of all these true sensations

You feel nothing ever stays the same as it was
You'll take no more remedies to force yourself true
You say every motion and fall fail you too

This song is not about you
But the life that stands without you
Your body and blood
Your body and blood
You're leaving us all

I keep my head up high to ease my mind
Of all these true sensations
I keep my head up high to ease my mind
Of all these true sensations

I keep my head up high to ease my mind
Of all these true sensations
I keep my head up high to ease my mind
Of all these true sensations

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Moon Song - Lyrics - America

Title: Moon Song
Artist: America
Composer(s): Lee Bunnell

Lyric:
The moon begins to rise upon my fallen eyes
I'm taken back to firelight
A drunken dreamer's plan to stay just as I am
Amidst the dancing paradise

A case of beer, a smile, a motorcycle child
I feel the glow surround me
And you, and you, and you, and you, and you

Orange funnels and snowy tunnels
Summer troubles, books in bundles
Orange funnels and snowy tunnels
And you, and you, and you, and you, and you

[Inaudible]

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Gospel Song - Lyrics - Howl - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Title: Gospel Song
Album: Howl
Artist: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Composer(s): Peter Hayes, Robert Been

Lyric:
I will walk with Jesus, till I cant go any more
And I will stay with Jesus, till I can't go another mile

And people will see all the good that's concealed
And people must know, not to feel any sorrow
'Cos I will not stand by and watch you cry

I will stay with Jesus, till I can't stay any more
And I will stand with Jesus, till I can't take another stone

And people will see all the good that's concealed
And people will know, not to feel any sorrow
'Cos I will not stand by and watch you cry

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