Title: Very Funny
Album: 69 Love Songs
Artist: The Magnetic Fields
Composer(s): Stephin Raymond Merritt
Lyric:
Everybody knows but me
When you go where you shouldn't be
Everybody knows but me
Where you go when you're feeling free
Everybody knows but me
So you go there for a laugh
You just go to take photographs
To believe that, I'd be daft
But yes I think you go for a laugh and you say
I love you honey, very funny
Title: Focus
Album: Double Or Nothing
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Erick Sermon, Denzil Foster
Lyric:
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul
Yo, I land out in a rent text e 7, v 12, new benzina, 200 and 90
Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' I see
Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha
Basic's, quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth don't say shitt, roll
Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they
Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my
Rules, step incorrect you get abused, I bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin
Drama, make em' feel good like 2 pac's dear mama, it could be pitch black and
I'll spot cha boomkickin yo door like big poppa
Neva understood how he did it, neva, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, xzibit, neva understood how he did it, dj mutha fuckin
Quick, how he made this music groove your very soul, soul
Hey, tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga xzibit and quick u down
Wit tha e-double, what u get weed trouble, e make tha b bubble, make tha bass
So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha b bubble
Partyin', happy that you shook tha hole crib,and if ya gotta pound, e dubb i
Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a
Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a
Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red
Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we
Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88
Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and i'ma wet cha, way down from tha
Compton town, and I'll betcha cant
Neva understood, ha, yeah, how he did it, ladies and gentlemen
Yeah,tha bar is now open, how he made this music groove your very soul
Soul, it'z all me, neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we
Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few g's in my low, low, not done hoe, my
Nigga big came in solo, dough low, most niggaz we know act like a homo, and
When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there
Crminal file, and strechin tha mob, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy
Ya mob just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like
A fucked up d a, wit a cross that ain't stickin, and I'm walkin away a free man
Cuz y'all niggaz softa than sand, cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha
Pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track
Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, pmd
Neva understood how he did it, dj quick in tha mutha fucken
House, how we made this music groove your very soul, soul, this dick in ya
Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah
Neva understood how he did it how we made this music groove your
Very soul, soul, you think it aint, westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha
Way through out tha millinium, neva understood how he did it, millinium shitt
How we made this music groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he, yo, millinium shitt, did it how we, dj
Mutha fucken quick, made this music groove your very soul, soul
Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on, neva understood how he
Did it, how, keep it bouncin, r.i.p roger troutmen, we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha nigga
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Title: Madman Across The Water
Album: Madman Across The Water
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin
Lyric:
I can see very well
There's a boat on the reef with a broken back
And I can see it very well
There's a joke and I know it very well
It's one of those that I told you long ago
Take my word, I'm a madman don't you know?
Once a fool had a good part in the play
If it's so would I still be here today
It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way
They think it's very funny everything I say
Get a load of him, he's so insane
You better get your coat dear, it looks like rain
We'll come again next Thursday afternoon
The in-laws hope, they'll see you very soon
But is it in your conscience that you're after
Another glimpse of the madman across the water
I can see very well
There's a boat on the reef with a broken back
And I can see it very well
There's a joke and I know it very well
It's one of those that I told you long ago
Take my word, I'm a madman don't you know?
The ground's a long way down
But I need more
Is the nightmare black
Or are the windows painted
Will they come again next week
Can my mind really take it
We'll come again next Thursday afternoon
The in-laws hope they'll see you very soon
But is it in your conscience that you're after
Another glimpse of the madman across the water
Title: What'S Wrong?
Artist: Dennis Wilson
Composer(s): M Horn, Gregg Jakobson, Dennis C Wilson
Lyric:
Love the way you move me
Love the way you groove me
I believe in rock and roll
You're standin' in the door, girl
Holdin' down the floor, girl
Come on and rock and roll
So what's wrong with you, girl?
What's wrong with being crazy?
Can't live with you so
I think I'll live without you
Play my rock and roll
Your words drip with honey
While you spend my money
It's funny to watch you, girl
So what's wrong with you, girl?
Gone, gone, I'm gone
Gone, I'm gone
It ain't very funny
How you spend all my money
Gone, I'm gone
Do what you want to
But baby, don't you do it on me
Your mama thinks I'm crazy
Your papa says I'm lazy
'Cause I play my rock and roll
My head's gettin' hazy
My knees are gettin' shaky
From playin' my rock and roll
Gone, I'm gone
Saved by rock and roll
Gone, I'm gone, gone, I'm gone
It ain't very funny
How you spend all my money
I'm gone, I'm gone
Do what you want to
But baby, don't you do it on me
Gone, I'm gone, gone
Title: Thank God I'M Country Boy
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Martin Sommers
Lyric:
Well, life's on a farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy
I'd play 'Sally Goodin'' all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy, ooh
Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
Thank God you're a country boy"
Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
And thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle, ooh
Thank God I'm a country boy, yes
Title: Thank God I'M A Country Boy
Album: Let Them Be Little
Artist: Billy Dean
Composer(s): John Martin Sommers
Lyric:
Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise and early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
A simple kinda life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
Days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up my bow
Well, the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy
And I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my farm, my fiddle and tools
I thank God I'm a country boy
Yeah, the city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
People, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
See, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"
Yeah, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love, how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
I thank God I'm a country boy
Title: Thank God I'M A Country Boy
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Martin Sommers
Lyric:
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm a country boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out the fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy
I'd play, Sally Goodin' all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can an' I work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy, ooo
Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy
Yea, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's, till the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
An' thank God you're a country boy"
Well my daddy taught me young
How to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work, to play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love an' how to give just a little
An' thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Ooo, thank God I'm a country boy, yes
Title: Gemstones
Artist: Adam Green
Composer(s): Adam Green
Lyric:
Gemstones crackin'
'Cuz we?re just too strong
Drum-sized yearning'
'Cuz the pressures gone
Supervised love
Crucified stuvs
Simmering red
In the sex farm clubs
There?s an exit
To this desert
Dingling freely
From the shingles in the snow
She?s a show off
Xanex Zoloft
Blank faced footprints
Of the zebras in the glen
Cavemen humping
In the sterling space pod
Drumstick pumpkin
In the Starbucks courtyard
Gigolos dance
Stepping on toes
Benedryl nights
In the O K holes
There?s an exit
To this desert
Dingling freely
From the shingles in the snow
She?s a show off
Xanex Zoloft
Blank faced footprints
Of the zebras in the glen
Lets break into
The labrynth of lies
Let?s dive off the
End of his eyes
Hollywood hills
Peppermint bills
I can still taste the grime
That you stuffed in my gills
Oh Johnny, can?t you set
A place for Holly?
She?s a wild one
She?ll be staying for a spell
Till they find her
And they drag her
Down to Barcelona
Down to Barcelona
I?m a very funny boy
But I know what I just
Said, ?cha cha cha?
Dunkin' donuts
Give me dunkin' donuts
She?s a very funny girl
But I love that crazy bitch alright
Title: Everythings Just Wonderful
Album: Alright Still
Artist: Lily Allen
Composer(s): Lily Allen, Greg Kurstin
Lyric:
Do you think, everything
Everyone, is going mental?
It seems to me that it's spiraling
Outta control and it's inevitable
Now don't you think, this time is yours
This time is mine? It's temperamental
It seems to me, we're on all fours
Crawling on our knees, someone help us please
Oh Jesus Christ almighty
Do I feel alright? No not slightly
I wanna get a flat, I know I can't afford it
It's just the bureaucrats that won't give me a mortgage
Well it's very funny cos I got your f***in' money
And I'm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit
Oh well I guess I mustn't grumble
I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles
Oh yes, I'm fine
Everything's just wonderful
I'm having the time of my life
Don't you want something else?
Something new, than what we've got here
And don't you feel it's all the same?
Some sick game and it's not insincere
I wish I could change the ways
Of the world, make it a nice place
Until that day, I guess we stay
Doing what we do, screwing who we screw
Why can't I sleep at night?
Don't say it's gonna be alright
I wanna be able to eat spaghetti bolognese
And not feel bad about it for days and days and days
In the magazines they talk about weight loss
If I buy those jeans I can look like Kate Moss
Oh no it's not the life that I chose
But I guess that's just the way that things go
Oh yes, I'm fine
Everything's just wonderful
I'm having the time of my life
Oh yes, I'm fine
Everything's just wonderful
I'm having the time of my life
Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Oh Jesus Christ almighty
Do I feel alright? No not slightly
I wanna get a flat I know I can't afford it
It's just the bureaucrats that won't give me a mortgage
It's very funny cos I got your f***in' money
And I'm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit
Oh well I guess I mustn't grumble
I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles
Oh well I guess it's just the way that things go
I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles
Oh well I guess it's just the way that things go
I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles
Title: Carmella
Artist: Beth Orton
Composer(s): Beth Orton
Lyric:
There's nothing very funny about a man making money
Off a blond haired blue eyed girl
He's got a child at home who he loves to leave alone
For his blond haired blue eyed girl
Well, Carmell, where you gonna run to
If the sky comes crashing in on you?
Slow down, who you gonna turn to
When there's nothing left for you to prove?
And I can't control myself
And I won't be no one else
I can't control myself
And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else
It's true what they say about you
It's true what they say about you
It's true, you know it too
There's nothing very funny about a man making money
Off a blond haired blue eyed girl
He's got a child at home who he loves to leave alone
For his blond haired blue eyed girl
Carmell, where you gonna run to
If the sky comes crashing in on you?
Slow down, who you gonna turn to
When there's nothing left for you to prove?
And I can't control myself
And I won't be no one else
And I can't control myself
And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else
It's true what they say about you
It's true what they say about you
It's true, you know it too
And I can't control myself
And I won't be no one else
I can't control myself
I wouldn't want to be anyone else
It's true what they say about you
It's true what they say about you
It's true, you know it too
You know it too, you know it
Title: Street Shit
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): E Papathanassiou, J Yancey, J Smith, Trevor Smith
Lyric:
Yeah, this one appears to be very forceful
Very forceful yeah, here we go now
Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk
Thug niggaz let me see y'all, yeah
Hah, before we slap niggaz silly with somethin'
And put you out your misery and your sufferin'
Oh oh, yeah, and just for frontin'
You got me bustin' two nines
With one hand tied together or somethin'
Ain't no mistakin' we takin' your trap
In case you niggaz didn't know
You fuckin' with the gladiators of rap
On some John Reno shit in professional
How we accurate and precise when we bust
And every move is intentional
Violate and I will get at yo' ass
And if I can't catch you track star
We'll start throwin' shit at yo' ass
Wait a minute nigga, hold up a second
See you'se a bitch and while we bust yo' ass
Yo' faggot peoples ain't even checkin'
Yo y'all need to send the coroner, shit
Leave you lookin' out a place
Like you'se a tourist on some foreigner shit
(Yea)
I be that nigga and I love to experiment
With specific high explosives
Just to take y'all niggaz out of this element, now
'Cause we got new shit for y'all
All my niggaz in the spots
Y'all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga
And we come to take shit over y'all
Yes we here to regulate
And put our foot down, the shop is closin' nigga
Always rep the street for all y'all
Constantly hittin' y'all off with street shit
And keep y'all niggaz open, yeah
All my niggaz, all my bitches
Whatcha'all gon' do now
(Hah)
Every time we come with that street shit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we move like stone faced cold hearted niggaz
Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz
Aiyyo the shit we do be so off the hook
Fuck around and get yo' leg broken
Beat all in yo' face with ya foot
We here to stay, fuck payin' a visit
I only fuck with certain live niggaz
Like my niggaz Tash and Xzibit
Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw
I stay hittin' niggaz with shit
That'll leave they fuckin' face on the floor
Every time niggaz know when we black
Smack a nigga so fuckin' hard
He'll fall and probably spin on his back
Funny how niggaz'll always shit talk
The very next day they will notice the difference
In the way they bitch walk
My street niggaz need to come for the ride
Cause when we step up in the place
You funny niggaz need to slide to the side
I love to watch these funny niggaz diminish
And while we slowly murder them niggaz
They prayin' on the moment we finish
I take you back to the very beginnin'
And beat you in yo' head from birth
And watch you grow lovin' the shit we be bringin'
Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream
Focus the most on gettin' they paper
And be thoroughly reppin' they team
You know we quick to mash it down for some hours
Quick to leave some of these niggaz shook
Runnin' with the rest of them cowards
(Yea)
And leave the rest of niggaz ready to dumb
And rep the street until we all die
Could give a fuck wherever you from, now
'Cause we got new shit for y'all
All my niggaz in the spots
Y'all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga
And we come to take shit over y'all
Just because you regulate
And put our foot down, the shop is closin' nigga
Always rep the street for all y'all
Constantly hittin' y'all off with street shit
And keep y'all niggaz open, now
All my niggaz, all my bitches
Whatcha'all gon' do now
(Hah)
Every time we come with that street shit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For all my motherfuckers
That live in the urban city areas
Only the urban city areas
The ghettos
The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores
And churches right across the streets from alla that
Yea
Motherfuckers sellin' weed, crack, and all of that shit
On the corner, it ain't the right thing to do
But niggaz is put in the motherfuckin', livin' conditions
They have to do that shit
The street motherfuckers
All y'all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, survive
This is dedicated to y'all
Street shit
Title: Skimbleshanks, The Railway Cat
Artist: Cats
Composer(s): T S Eliot, Andrew Lloyd-Webber
Lyric:
Skimbleshanks the railway cat
The cat of the railway train
There's a whisper down the line at eleven thirty-nine
When the Night Mail's ready to depart
Saying, "Skimble, where is Skimble?
Has he gone to hunt the thimble?
We must find him or the train can't start"
All the guards and all the porters
And the station master's daughters
Would be searchin' high and low
Saying, "Skimble, where is Skimble?
For unless he's very nimble
Then the Night Mail just can't go"
At eleven forty-two with the signal overdue
And the passengers all frantic to a man
That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear
I'd been busy in the luggage van
Then he gave one flash of his glass-green eyes
And the signal went 'All clear'
They'd be off at last for the northern part
of the Northern Hemisphere
Skimbleshanks, the railway cat
The cat of the railway train
You might say that by and large
It was me who was in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express
From the driver and the guards
To the bagmen playing cards
I would supervise them all, more or less
Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces
Of the travelers in the first and the third
He establishes control by a regular patrol
And he'd know at once if anything occurred
He would watch you without winking
And he saw what you were thinking
And it's certain that he didn't approve
Of hilarity and riot so that folk were very quiet
When Skimble was about and on the move
You could play no pranks with Skimbleshanks
He's a cat that couldn't be ignored
So nothing went wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks was aboard
It was very pleasant when they'd found their little den
With their name written up on the door
And the berth was very neat with a newly folded sheet
And not a speck of dust upon the floor
There was every sort of light, you could make it dark or bright
And a button you could turn to make a breeze
And a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in
And a crank to shut the window should you sneeze
Then the guard looked in politely and would ask you very brightly
"Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?"
But I was right behind him and was ready to remind him
For Skimble won't let anything go wrong
When they crept into their cosy berth
And pulled up the counterpane
They all could reflect, that it was very nice
To know that they wouldn't be bothered by mice
They can leave all that to the railway cat
The cat of the railway train
Skimbleshanks, the railway cat
The cat of the railway train
In the watches of the night, I was always fresh and bright
Every now and then I'd have a cup of tea
With perhaps a drop of Scotch while I was keepin' on the watch
Only stopping here and there to catch a flea
They were fast asleep at Crewe and so they never knew
That I was walkin' up and down the station
They were sleeping all the while I was busy at Carlisle
Where I met the station master with elation
They might see me at Dumfries if I summoned by police
If there was anything they ought to know about
When they got to Gallowgate there they did not have to wait
For Skimbleshanks would help them to get out
And he gives you a wave of his long, brown tail
Which says "I'll see you again"
You will meet without fail on the Midnight Mail
The cat of the railway train
You will meet without fail on the Midnight Mail
The cat of the railway train
Title: Mad World
Artist: Evergreen Terrace
Composer(s): Roland Orzabal
Lyric:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you 'cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles, it's a very, very mad world
Mad world, mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you 'cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles, it's a very, very mad world
Mad world, mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world, mad world
If I'm in your world, mad world
Title: Mad World
Album: Trading Snakeoil For Wolftickets
Artist: Gary Jules
Composer(s): Roland Orzabal
Lyric:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world
Title: Mad World
Artist: Alex Parks
Composer(s): Roland Orzabal
Lyric:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world
Mad world, mad world, mad world
Title: Mad World
Artist: Michael Andrews Feat Gary Jules
Composer(s): Roland Orzabal
Lyric:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello, teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world
Enlarge your world
Mad world
Title: Hatin' Nation
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane
Lyric:
(Playa, playa, playa)
Hate me,hate me
(Playa, playa, playa)
Fuckin' we don't care
(Playa, playa, playa)
Hate me,hate me
(Playa, playa, playa)
Fuckin' we don't care
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
We know very well
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Who you are, are?
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Don't let 'em smoke your weed
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Or ride in your car, your car
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
We know very well
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Who you are, are?
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Don't let 'em smoke your weed
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Or ride in your car, your car, your car
Don't let that murda, murda get you man
Don't let that murda, murda get you baby
Don't let that murda, murda get you man, yeah, yeah, yeah
Playa hation has begun to rise, an' it's contagious
Maybe betta let it get you man, hata, hata, hata
Hataz, hatin' this song song, an' if I had a wish
I would teach the world to be a thug in harmony
(Thug in harmony)
Gather souls get up, get up and let us move on, move on
Maybe some could follow if their hearts were not so cold, so cold
Come and picture for the family scripture
[Incomprehensible]
Tell me what do ya see? Club nigga in a mask, a man tryin' to blast ass
Do you know what it means? To just leave us, leave us, leave us alone
You know we put you in the, no bone in we pretender
You know we put you in the, no bone in we pretender
Nigga won't be fuckin' with no hands in the nine style
And all the way to heavens that's my mission
Standin' up ready for the war in position
When the shit jump niggas won't be slippin'
Niggas fallin' victim, really what's happenin'
I'm a victim just 'cuz I'm rappin'
Stackin' my cheese that I'm always packin'
Niggas with nothin' to lose be cappin'
And I really don't blame you, motherfuckers, its true
What goes around, comes around, since I did, what I did
In the past, get a pipe and a chance an' I'm ready to throw down
Low down, dirty mothafuckin' shame, in a world so cruel
It's niggas like you, who just be disrespectin' the game
Before I had a little money, niggas what's hatin' me just for nothin'
Breakin' my gear and thinkin' its funny
Get around bitches an' niggas be frontin
But I'm just hustlin', strugglin', jumpin', with a lot of frustrations
Livin' in a nation of playa hation, with a fucked up situation
I'm facin', yeah, y'all playa hataz
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
We know very well
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Who you are, are?
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Don't let em smoke your weed
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Or ride in your car, your car
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
We know very well
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Who you are, are?
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Don't let 'em smoke your weed
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Or ride in your car, your car, your car
Dry your eyes, eyes, eyes an' hold on, hold on
'Cuz we're ballin', ballin', ballin', y'all
We gon' keep it going strong, ohh, ohh
We really thuggish, ruggish, you can love us, you can hate us
We can deal with you but if we niggas come around playa hatin'
They be hatin', man them the worse ones
You don't like take a bitch on a low
Still come to your car all the time with a nigga always tell me
About he coulda deal some betta than you already done it, just hatin'
You know and I know you, who you be, we see, all y'all
Playa hataz, fuck y'all, playa hataz, fuck y'all, don't you hate on me
Don't you hate on me, I put the beam on you motherfuckers
I said, I'll put the beam on you motherfuckers
If you should spend more time concentrating on your own shit
(Don't you hate on me, don't you hate on me, don't you hate on me)
Then playa hatin' on mine you might make some motherfuckers
(Don't you hate on me, don't you hate on me, don't you hate on me)
Hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on
(Playa, playa, playa)
Hate me,hate me
(Playa, playa, playa)
Fuckin' we don't care
(Playa, playa, playa)
Hate me,hate me
(Playa, playa, playa)
Fuckin' we don't care
(Playa, playa, playa)
Hate me, hate me
(Playa, playa, playa)
Fuckin' we don't care
(Playa, playa, playa)
Hate me, hate me
(Playa, playa, playa)
Fuckin' we don't care
[Incomprehensible]
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
We know very well
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Who you are, are?
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Don't let 'em smoke your weed
(Playa, hata, hata, hata)
Or ride in your car, your car
Title: Four Faces
Artist: Who
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Lyric:
They kicked me out
They kicked me out
They kicked me out
They kicked me out
You must've heard of them, a kind of screwed-up blend
Split personality
Two sides to fight and argue all night
Over coffee or tea
Well, that's okay, I wouldn't mind, two say
Or even three, and that's no joke
But with a four-way split, the pocket money's hit
And all of me is broke
I got four heads inside my mind
Four rooms I'd like to lie in
Four selves I want to find
And I don't know which one is me
I get four papers in the box each day
Four girls ringing that I'm trying to date
I look in the mirror and see my face
But I don't know which one is me
(I don't know which one is me)
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
I wake up over here and then I'm over here
I'm trying to brush my teeth
It's little things that are hard
Like starting up the car when I'm still underneath
I get along alright, in fact it's fun at night
I get four-dimensional dreams
But I have to think before I take a drink
I get hungover times sixteen
There are four records I want to buy
Four highs I'd like to try
Every letter I get, I send four replies
And they don't know which one's from me
I've got four hang-ups, I'm trying to beat
Four directions and just two feet
I've got a very very secret identity
And I don't know which one is me
You think it's funny, I can tell
Well, you don't understand too well
I get so lonely and turned around
But I can't let it bring me down
I got four hang-ups, I'm trying to beat
Four directions and just two feet
Got a very very secret identity
And I don't know which one is me
Title: Fast, Fierce &Amp; Funny
Album: Word Up!
Artist: Cameo
Composer(s): Tomi Jenkins, Nathan Leftenant, Larry Blackmon
Lyric:
Money, money, money, money
I'm here to make some waves
Hoping to convince you
Before you have a thing to say
Be it a car or expensive caviar
They go to your creditors
'Cause they know who you are
Don't leave your home
Without American Express
Never trust your friends
Without a very thorough credit check
Some people will pay you
With one eye on the clock
Others will have to pay
Through that friendly neighborhood loan shark
Fast, fierce and funny
The way people can play with your money
Now I tried to romance you
And I tried real hard
Everything was going good
Until they took my credit card
Now I'm not a flaky kind of guy you see
I've got plenty of money
But unfortunately not with me
Now you're my kind of girl
And you like nice things
I can tell by the clothes you wear
And the size of the diamond on your ring
As long as there's cash around
There's always hope
But once you see what your cash is worth
You'll deep six over and croak
Fast, fierce and funny
The way people can play with your money
Baby, check it out, there's no doubt
Use your head, save your bread
Baby, check it out
Baby, check it out
The Dow Jones average today hit an all time low
And sent the stock market crashing
Thousands panic in the effort to hold on to their assets
Washington has made an official statement
And we are about to take it live to Washington
Make that money, try to stay ahead
Make that money till ya drop dead
Make that money, now you're on your own
Now that bank won't give you a loan
Work your fingers to the bone
Makin' that money, gotta bring it home
Got no cash, gotta write a check
If they haven't closed my bank account yet
Money, money, money, money
[Incomprehensible]
Work your fingers to the bone
Gonna bring that money, money, hoh, yeah
Title: Steven'S Last Night In Town
Album: Whatever & Ever Amen
Artist: Ben Folds
Composer(s): Ben Folds
Lyric:
Everyone gather 'round now, sing us a song
Just in case by tomorrow it happens he is gone
For two weeks and seven days, our fair foreign friend
I have this feeling we might never see Steven again
But we thought he was gone and now he's come back again
Last week it was funny and now the joke's wearing thin
'Cause everyone knows now
That every night now will be Steven's last night in town
He's charmed everyone here
Except Tamara Easter who later revealed to him her innermost secrets
Won us over with stories about Linda McCartney
Lost points with the ladies for saying he couldn't love a woman with cellulite
But we thought he was gone and now he's come back again
Last week it was funny and now the joke's wearing thin
'Cause everyone knows now
That every night now will be Steven's last night in town
[Incomprehensible]
We were talking 'bout something, seems like was funny
And then Steven got quiet, I think Steven was mad
Maybe he wasn't mad but we felt very strange
In the moment but the moment was passed and forgotten about
We thought he was gone but he's come back again
Last week it was funny and now the joke's wearing thin
'Cause everyone knows now
That every night now will be Steven's last night in town
