At Home He'S A Tourist - Lyrics - Gang Of Four

Title: At Home He'S A Tourist
Artist: Gang Of Four
Composer(s): Jon King, Dave Allen, Hugo H. Burnham, Andrew Gill

Lyric:
At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer

Down on the disco floor
They make their profits
From the things they sell
To help you cover
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket

At home she's looking for interest
At home she's looking for interest
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process

Down on the disco floor
They make their profits
From the things they sell
To help you cob off
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket

Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)

Small steps for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)

Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)

Small steps for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)

At home she feels like a tourist
At home she feels like a tourist
She fills her head with culture
She gives herself an ulcer
Why make yourself so anxious?
You give yourself an ulcer

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Tourist - Lyrics - Juliana Hatfield

Title: Tourist
Artist: Juliana Hatfield
Composer(s): Juliana Hatfield

Lyric:
She answers your questions
But everybody lies
You're not the only one
And it's not her first time

She lets you stay and then leaves
Like a midnight sun
When does she sleep?

You're just a tourist in her world
You want to capture her
But you can't find the words
You can touch her skin
But you're blind to the light within

And in the morning
She pulls off her mask
Her brown eyes green
It's a private show

But everybody stares
She turns into a ghost
Of someone that you think you know
But you don't

You're just a tourist in her world

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Summer Here Kids - Lyrics - Under The Western Freeway - Grandaddy

Title: Summer Here Kids
Album: Under The Western Freeway
Artist: Grandaddy
Composer(s): Jason Lytle

Lyric:
Summer here kids

After she lets you glide around
Finally hit the ground like a paper plane
Take a trip, join me in the sun
But not really though and I ain't having fun

'Cause summer here kids, summer here totally lies
Tourist info said I'd have a good time
Summer here kids, all of them awful lies
Tourist info said I'd have a good time

Do as I didn't do because
I'm a picture of imdumbivinity
Stay alone put a record on
Listen to the songs keep yourself at home

'Cause summer here kids, summer here totally lies
Tourist info said I'd have a good time
Summer here kids, all of them awful lies
Tourist info said I'd have a good time

I'd have a good time
I'm not having a good time
I'm not having a good time

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Be As You Are - Lyrics - Be As You Are - Kenny Chesney

Title: Be As You Are
Album: Be As You Are
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Kenny A. Chesney

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Lyric:
Man, I could use a Pina Colada
Little bit of sun on my skin
A hammock, a book, never gonna look back
Once my feet hit the sand
I've had it up to here with this rat race
Need a smile on my face

I wanna go where I can lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start

Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are

Gettin' stuck sure would be easy
In this palm tree paradise
Ambition fades with every wave
For the finer things in life
Maybe I'll just hang around here
Go home later next year

I wanna stay down here and lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start

Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are

I wanna play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are
Be as you are

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Best Wishes To Your Black Lungs - Lyrics - Anthem - Less Than Jake

Title: Best Wishes To Your Black Lungs
Album: Anthem
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): Chris Demakes, Vinny Fiorello, Roger Manganelli, Louis James Schaub, Peter John Wasilewski

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Lyric:
By this time tomorrow
You'll get out on the streets of Chicago
Walkin' all the way home from commuter trains
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

By this time tomorrow
You'll be back at home in Chicago
At the bars until' they close
Back at the places that you've known and

It'll be skylines and rooftops, yeah, yeah
And it's gonna be crowded tourist stops

So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung

So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung

By this time tomorrow
You'll be walking home through Chicago
Past the nine to five crowds and underneath
Those unused fire escapes

By this time tomorrow
You'll be at the bars in Chicago
Back with people that you know
Going places you used to go

It'll be skylines and rooftops, yeah, yeah
And it's gonna be crowded tourist stops

So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung

So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung

So when you're leavin' the party just to beat the crowd
Just make sure that you're the first one out

So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung

Your black lung
Your black lung
Your black lung

It's gonna be skylines and rooftops, yeah, yeah
And it's gonna be crowded tourist stops

So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung

So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung

So when you're leavin' the party just to beat the crowd
Just make sure that you're the first one out

So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung

Your black lung
Your black lung
Your black lung

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The Ballad Of Skip Wiley - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: The Ballad Of Skip Wiley
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jay Oliver, Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Hagen Mayer

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Lyric:
He's a man on a mission
Wild as a ricochet
Picture if you can when the Everglades ran
From the Gulf Coast to Biscayne Bay

He's gonna give it back to the gators
Lock the tourists up in theme parks and zoos
He says, "Join me for lunch at the reptile's brunch
Where the barometer soup is you"

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist

You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can shoplift all day at Blockbuster
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen

That's unthinkable in the state of Florida
What would the Chamber of Commerce say
This man is sick
Yeah

There were crimes of epic proportions
All part of Skip Wiley's crusade
Tourists were cackin' and tourists were packin'
While he and Skink cooled their heels in the shade

Then came the citrus sensation
"Welcome to the revolution", He said
With a pirates persona he snatched the gridiron Madonna
And the day grovers called for his head

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist

You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can rag on the Miami Dolphins
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, no, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen

Well, Skip's caper it kinda backfired
Got the orange juice barons rather upset
In the light of bad moves these manhunts ensued
Skip easily slipped through the net

He was last seen atop of a mangrove
Perched like a wounded osprey
He was not meant to last, he belongs to the past
And I hope he gets there one day

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist

You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can shoplift your days at Blockbuster
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
That's right

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Our Last Summer - Lyrics - The ABBA Generation - A*Teens

Title: Our Last Summer
Album: The ABBA Generation
Artist: A*Teens
Composer(s): Bjorn Ulvaeus, Benny Andersson

Lyric:
The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did it's best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe

And you
You talked of politics, philosophy
And I smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret, oh yes

Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants, our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play

And now you're working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants, our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We can laugh and play

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand

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Land'S Edge - Lyrics - Your Filthy Little Mouth - David Lee Roth

Title: Land'S Edge
Album: Your Filthy Little Mouth
Artist: David Lee Roth
Composer(s): Terry Kilgore, David Lee Roth

Lyric:
Ah, don't touch that dial

Here's a word about my ex-girlfriend
Towards the end conflict off and on
And I told her one night, "Honey every time we fight
I'll write a verse to this song"

Well, things got bad and things got worse
Still I struggled on
So sit back and get all comfortable
'Cause this little tunes six fuckin' hours long

And every journey's got destinations
Which the traveler can't expect
So how's that I'm always winding up
Down here at land's edge?

Now if love is blind why did her stockings
Always look so cool?
Now I know, I was paying attention
But somehow I got fooled

Well I gave her seven children
And a twelve room uptown shack
And when it all was over
Took a dozen lawyers to get half back

But I already got me a new gal to ruin my life
And she might just yet,
So I'm helping her find an apartment
Down here at land's edge

Now take the traveler and the tourist
The essential difference is
The traveler don't know where he's goin'
And the tourist don't know where he is

Small world till they lose your luggage, tho'
Take the stripper who lives next door
You'd swear this kid was 21 goin' on 44
But luckily that ain't how she sees it

Got a new tattoo that says
"When I die, send the body to heaven
Lost the rest at land's edge"

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Our Last Summer - Lyrics - Super Trouper - Abba

Title: Our Last Summer
Album: Super Trouper
Artist: Abba
Composer(s): Bjorn Ulvaeus, Benny Andersson

Lyric:
The summer air was soft and warm, the feeling right
The Paris night did it's best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe and you

You talked of politics, philosophy
And I smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer, memories that remain

We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret, oh yes

Those crazy years, that was the time of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame
Our last summer, walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants, our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer, we could laugh and play

And now you're working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems, yet you're the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer, memories that remain

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame
Our last summer, walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants, our last summer
Morning croissants
We were living for the day, worries far away

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Tourist Trap - Lyrics - Four Winds - Bright Eyes

Title: Tourist Trap
Album: Four Winds
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
It's not the road we used to know
They tore some buildings down
The traffic's like a pack of dogs
There's fewer trees, windows, fleas
Concrete on the lawn
There's people here but you are gone

And I find still swimming through time
Afraid some days I've reached the shore
Make yourself free, man said that to me
Now, my heart is like an open door

And the road finally gave me back
But I don't think I'll unpack
Because I'm not sure if I live here any more

It's not my weight that makes me faint
Or the sugar in my blood
The way these strangers stand so close
They say my name like a guessing game
"Is that really you?" No, I don't think it ever was

In the spring when the world's turning green
I only think about the fall
And the frets on the board, my progression of chords
Oh, how I want this to resolve

And the road finally gave me back
But I don't think I'll unpack
Because I'm not sure if I live here any more

Now, the road finally gave me back
But I don't think I'll unpack
Because I'm not sure if I live here
No, I'm not sure if I live here anymore
I'm not sure if I live here anymore

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Hello Amsterdam - Lyrics - American Music Club

Title: Hello Amsterdam
Artist: American Music Club
Composer(s): John Mark Eitzel

Lyric:
Una paloma blanca

Hello Amsterdam my name is Fernando
Hello Amsterdam I bet you've seen my kind before
Another sad tourist with his eyes rolling in his head
Another sad tourist who never had a drink before

Hello Amsterdam you didn't like my Waterloo
Hello Amsterdam I wish I had something to offer you
Tail between my legs I creep back to the canal
All alone with my eyes rolling like the moon

Superstar, superstar, superstar
Superstar, superstar, superstar

Once was a white elephant that escaped from the zoo
Got to the big city and didn't know what to do
He said, "Everything is beautiful but my heart is too clean"
He didn't even like us when we played 'Dancing Queen'

But hello Amsterdam don't I look cool in my white shirt
Hello Amsterdam don't I look hip in my red tie
We came from America so you could share in the pride
Guilt, greed and genocide

Superstar, superstar, superstar
Superstar, superstar, superstar
Superstar, superstar, superstar
Superstar, superstar, superstar

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Somewhere Down The Barrel - Lyrics - The Dissociatives

Title: Somewhere Down The Barrel
Artist: The Dissociatives
Composer(s): Paul F Mcdermott, Daniel Johns

Lyric:
Somewhere from the mortar, they saved you from far away labels
Eternity means nothing but a sign on a bridge
When everyone?s a stranger, they call for you by your first name
And laugh at jokes you once made when you were a kid

Somewhere down the barrel, lies a bullet that I can?t keep
And in these waters I'm wading for a reason
After all, it?s in my head, I?m not a slave to a desperate lust
And in these waters I'm waiting for a reason after all

Screaming limitations fall silent on New York corners
A terrorist?s a prisoner, and a tourist a thief
When paintings seem like bargains but they?re nothing but wallpaper
I'm plagued by small town fascists like a rash on my skin

Somewhere down the barrel, lies a bullet that I can?t keep
And in these waters I'm wading for a reason
After all, it?s in my head, I?m not a slave to a desperate lust
And in these waters I'm waiting for a reason after all, after all, after all

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Bohemia - Lyrics - M People

Title: Bohemia
Artist: M People
Composer(s): Heard Pickering Smal

Lyric:
The one-eyed tattoo artist
Arrives at a sushi sunset
Walks right on over to my spot
Say?s listen girl one hot sec

Mmm java jive man alive
Gotta keep on climbing 'til I get real high
Poets in my head, Prada on my feet
This ain?t your average tourist, know what I mean

Global salsa
Love and laughter
Gonna have to
Get on down to Bohemia

Global salsa
Love and laughter
Gonna hafta
Take you down to Bohemia

I walk into the Boneyard
An Angel looks up to me
Says get up off your island
Or you ain?t in my movie

Mmm charcoal black, blood on the tracks
I hitched a ride on a love train, I ain?t comin? back
I walk through streets of fire, no shoes on my feet
A walk on the wild side, know what I mean

Global salsa
Love and laughter
Gonna have to
Get on down to Bohemia

Global salsa
Love and laughter
Morning after
Another night in Bohemia

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Every Picture Tells A Story - Lyrics - Georgia Satellites

Title: Every Picture Tells A Story
Artist: Georgia Satellites
Composer(s): Rod Stewart, Ronald David Wood

Lyric:
Spent some time feelin' inferior
Standin' in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
But I came out lookin' just the same

Daddy said, "Son you better see the world
I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave
Just remember one thing don't lose your head
To a woman that'll spend your bread" so I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you thought you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
Claimed I was a nasty person

Down along the Left Bank, minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot
When all I wanted was a cup of tea, I was accused

Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough
Of the things that keep a young man alive
My body stunk but I kept my funk
At a time when I was right out of luck

Getting desperate indeed I was
Looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear I better get out of here
Before the Vatican don't give no sanction, I wasn't running oh no

And on the Peking ferry I was feeling merry
Sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
By the light of an eastern moon

Shanghai Lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just ain't natural
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
People I was glad I found her, oh yes so glad

Wait a minute
Well I firmly believe that I didn't need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be
The women I've known I wouldn't let tie my shoe
They wouldn't give you the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet

God I was glad I found her
And if there were words I could tell to you
To help you on the way down the road
Couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
'Cause it's all been said before

Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
Didn't have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story don't it?
Every picture tells a story don't it?
Every picture tells a story don't it?
Every picture tells a story don't it?
...

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Crucifix Kiss - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Crucifix Kiss
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
So mighty, so hegemonic, so hating, so desecrating
So there, so nowhere, so hurting
We fall between indifference rejection
And the whole fucking wall, we fall

Christin me Fuhrer Nazarine
Believe in tomorrow but not today
Give me all your possessions

Make poverty your perfect home
Allow your leaders to control you
Questions are now blasphemy

Why walk when you can crawl
Stay on your knees and kiss my feet
Censorship'll stop your excess thought
Check your billboard for my tour

Listen to Luke sermon six
"And if one of the occupation troops
Forces you to carry his pack
One kilometer carry it two"

Be a tourist in the war zone
Interrogate scriptures and not your stinking home
That diet of bread and waters old

Now feed on alcohol drug and do what you're told
Now we'll take your number for a name
Soak mind control in christening water out of jail

Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul

Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul

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Common People - Lyrics - William Shatner

Title: Common People
Artist: William Shatner
Composer(s): Nick Banks, Jarvis Cocker, Candida Doyle, Steve Mackey, Russel Senior

Lyric:
She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College
That's where I caught her eye
She told me that her dad was loaded

I said, in that case I'll have a rum and Coca Cola
She said fine and in thirty seconds time she said

I wanna live like common people
I wanna do whatever common people do
I wanna sleep with common people
I wanna sleep with common people like you
Well, what else could I do? I said, I'll see what I can do

I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere
So it started there
I said, pretend you've got no money
She just laughed and said, oh, you're so funny
I said, yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here

Are you sure you want to live like common people?
You want to see whatever common people see?
You want to sleep with common people?
You want to sleep with common people like me?
But she didn't understand

She just smiled and held my hands
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school

But still you'll never get it right
When you're lyin' in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you call your dad he could stop it all

You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And dance, and drink, and screw
Because there's nothing else to do

Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along, even though they're laughing at you
And the stupid things that you do
'Cause you think "poor" is cool

Like a dog lying in a corner
It'll bite you and never warn you
Look out, they'll tear your insides out
Because everyone hates a tourist
'Specially one who thinks it's all such a laugh
Yeah and the chip stains' grease will come out in the bath

You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere left to go
You're amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright, why?
You can only wonder why

Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school

But still you'll never get it right
When you've laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you call your dad he could stop it all

You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do

You wanna sleep with the common people
You wanna sleep with the common people
You wanna sleep with the common people

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My Dark Life - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: My Dark Life
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Declan Macmanus

Lyric:
She says, nobody wants to believe
You're the same as everyone
What makes makes me unique
My dark life

There was a kink in the world
Sent that statue tumbling
An invitation east
So we can watch it all crumbling

She came on like a light
And so softly she spoke
You don't know, you don't know about
My dark life

And you think you're a guest
You're a tourist at best
Peering into the corners of
My dark life

Now that you, you tear, your dreams
From consumptive, ballerinas
She'll stand on tiptoe for you
In a gray and tattered tutu

She stay's where, the is
'Cause of voyeurs like these
With an accusative look that says
My dark life

Rubber men await you there
In each beguiling alley to shake you
And to pierce you and remind you of
My dark life

Enter the pious elite
In their preening finery
And bang the tambourine
They're dining on rice paper scenery

See how the villain attracts
Envious glances from everyone
She's waitressing by day
It doesn't bring in, much money now

And as strong concealed, arms
Set off bells and alarms
In the strangest locations of
My dark life

But the fantasies slipped
As he tipped her in cigarettes
She tries to smile very graciously
When she wants to kill him

Now the victory is sweet
You get down upon your knees
It's the perfect position
For kissing west on leather

So they came from ugly Texas
And from nameless, Tennessee
From peculiar, Missouri
And from places closer to me

All the cream of heartless England
Cheer the carnival is over
And remnants of red army bandsmen
Played, "America The Beautiful"

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Emotional Allegiance - Lyrics - Johnny Clegg &Amp; Savuka

Title: Emotional Allegiance
Artist: Johnny Clegg &Amp; Savuka
Composer(s): Johnny Clegg

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Lyric:
I don't want to be a tourist in your heart
I don't want to visit someone else's ruins
Don't want a day trip to the feelings in the dark
Don't want a quick-fix honeymoon

We need emotional allegiance
Devotional love
A living promise
Like in the story of Ram

Raghupati Raghava Raja Ram
Patite Pavana Sita Ram
Stand by me, feel the sun
Emotional allegiance, divine love

There's a change in the weather and a hole in the sky
Snow in the summer and the rivers run dry
Who will guard your fragile dreams of rain
When your heart is tired of day trippers
And nobody stays

We need emotional allegiance
Devotional love
A living promise
Like in the story of Ram

Raghupati Raghava Raja Ram
Patite Pavana Sita Ram
Stand by me, feel the sun
Emotional allegiance, divine love

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Love It Or Leave It Alone - Lyrics - Alicia Keys

Title: Love It Or Leave It Alone
Artist: Alicia Keys
Composer(s): Alicia Augello-Cook, Joseph Williams, Derek Murphy, Charles J Davis, Lorenzo Dechalus, Kirk Khaleel

Lyric:
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound, ah, weed in a van back
It in a your hand bag, your knapsack, it in a your backpack
The smell ah, give your girlfriend contact

Some boy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore

'Cause sandals ah, nuh Backtoo
The thugs dem will do whe dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it
Police come in a jeep and dem can't stop it

Some say them ah, playboy ah, playboy rabbit
Get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone

Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, poor people ah, dead at random
Political violence, can done
Pure ghost and phantom, the youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings ah call

Old man to pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don't do nothin' at all

C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And Most ah de youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all

And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who nuh lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket

They will full you up ah current like ah short circuit
Dem a run ah roadblock which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

Welcome to Jamrock
(South side, north side)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East coast, west coast, huh, yo)

Welcome to Jamrock
(Conwell, Middlesex in stereo)
Hey, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica
Yo, Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock

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Spring Comes To Spiddal - Lyrics - Waterboys

Title: Spring Comes To Spiddal
Artist: Waterboys
Composer(s): Mike Scott

Lyric:
Well the lights are on in Standun's and the spell has been broken
The roadside teahouse door is wide open
A sign on the wall says, "American also spoken"

As spring comes to Spiddal

The village girls go walking by without their coats
The Irish Gaelic college is alive again with folk
Farmers gather talking freed from Winter's yoke

As spring comes to Spiddal

A tourist with a telescope and a funny looking German bloke
And a billy goat all invoke the summer soon to bloom

On a soft and fresh Atlantic air a mist of pollen floats
On Galway Bay I spy a gaily painted fishing boat
There's a rustle around the boreens and a song on every throat

As spring comes to Spiddal

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