A classic.
The power of love is a curious thing
make a one man weep, make another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
more than a feeling that's the power of love
Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
make a bad one good make a wrong one right
power of love that keeps you home at night
Chorus 1 :
You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life
That's the power of love
That's the power of love
First time you feel it, it might make you sad
Next time you feel it it might make you mad
But you'll be glad baby when you've found
that's the power makes the world go'round
Chorus 2 :
And it don't take money, don't take fame
don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden it can be cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life
They say that all in love is fair
yeah, but you don't care
But you know what to do
when it gets hold of you
and with a little help from above
you feel the power of love
you feel the power of love
Can you feel it ?
Hmmm
Chorus 3 :
It don't take money and it don't take fame
don't need no credit card to ride this train
Tougher than diamonds and stronger than steel
you won't feel nothin' till you feel
you feel the power, just the power of love
That's the power, that's the power of love
You feel the power of love
you feel the power of love
feel the power of love
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Huey Lewis & the News "The Power Of Love"
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Monday, February 27, 2012
Johnny Cash "Don't Take Your Guns To Town"
Apparently his voice isn't for everyone, but I like it. Something about it on this song though.
A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away
[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
He sang a song as on he rode
His guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again
[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words
[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words
[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Snow "Informer"
Something about the speed and the fact that I have no idea what the fuck he's saying, but I like it.
What's up man! Hey yo what's up!
Yeah what's goin' on here.
Sick an' tired of five-oh runnin' up on the block here.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo Snow, they came around here lookin' for you the other day.
Word? Word! Bust it!
CHORUS
Informer, ya' no say dadda me Snow me I'll go blame,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Detective mon a says a did a me Snow me stab somewhere down the lane,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Informer, ya' no say dadda me Snow me I'll go blame,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Detective mon a says a did a me Snow me stab somewhere down the lane,
A licky Boom Boom Down.
Police a comin for me now dey blow down me door,
Breakin' de bar troo, troo my window,
So dey put me in de back de car at de station,
From that point on me reach my destination,
Where the destination reachin, outta east detention, where the
Looked down me pants, look up me bottom, so
CHORUS
Bigger dem are they think dem have more power,
Dep on de phone me say dat one hour,
Me for want to use a once an' now me call me lover,
Lover who me callin an' a one Tammy,
An' me love er' in my heart down to my belly,
Yes a Daddy me Snow me I feel cool an' deadly,
As the one MC Shan an' a one Dadda Snow,
Together we-a love'em is a Tor-Na-Do, so
CHORUS
Listen for me, you better listen for me now.
Listen for me, you better listen for me now.
When me rockin' the microphone me rock on steady,
Yes a Daddy me Snow me are de article dan.
But in a in an' a out de dance em
Aye say where you come from a,
People em say ya come from Jamaica,
But me born an' raised in the ghetto that I want yas to know,
Pure black people mon is all I mon know.
Yeah me shoes a an tear up an' now me toes is a show a
Where me a born in are de one Toronto, so
CHORUS
Come with a nice young lady.
Intelligent, Yes she gentle-ly are-ee.
Everywhere me go, me never lef her at all-ee.
It's a Daddy Snow me are de rum dance man a
Rom-ancin' a dancin' in a in a nation-a.
You never know say Daddy me Snow me are de Boom Shakata.
Me never lay-a down flat in dat one cardboard box a
This a Daddy me Snow me I'll go reachin' at de top, so...
CHORUS
Why worry? Why worry? Em worry Em worry.
Me sittin' 'round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl,
Police knock my door,
Lick up my pal,
Rough me up an' I can't do a thing
Pick up my line, when my telephone ring.
Take me to the station,
Black up my hands.
Trail me down, 'cuz I'm hangin' with the Snowman,
What I'm gonna do,
I'm backed an' I'm trapped,
Slap me in the face an' took all o' my gap.
They have no clues an' they wanna get warmer,
But Shan won't turn Informer!
CHORUS
Deedley dum Deedley Deedley Dum Dem Worry
Em worry Em worry Em worry.
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Thursday, February 23, 2012
Jethro Tull "Locomotive Breath"
Some Tull for a Thursday morning.
In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all time loser
Headlong to his death
Oh, he feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down
Oh, oh
He sees his children jumping off
At stations one by one
His woman and his best friend
In bed an' having fun
Oh, he's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down
Yeah, yeah
He hears the silence howling
And catches angels as they fall
And the all time winner
Has got him by the balls
Oh, he picks up Gideon's Bible
Open at page one
I thank God, he stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Nine Inch Nails "Only"
So much really cool music from NIN, this is just one of many.
Fading away
And well you might say
I'm losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself [x2]
Sometimes I can see right through myself
Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cause it doesn't really matter anymore
(no it doesn't really matter anymore)
No it doesn't really matter anymore
None of this really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it's because
Because you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself
[x2]
I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah
And I just made you up to hurt myself
And it worked.
Yes it did!
[Chorus:]
There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
Only [x4]
Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling like I just knew it's something bad
I just couldn't leave it alone, I kept picking at the scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through
Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And now I know why, now, now, now I know why
Things aren't as pretty
On the inside
[Chorus]
Only [x8]
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Candlebox "Far Behind"
"Couldn't share the pain they watch you suffer"
Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you bad
But I did it anyway
And now maybe
Some would say your life was sad
But you lived it anyway
And so maybe
Your friends they stand around they watch you crumble
As you fall to the ground
And someday
Your friends they stand beside as you were flying
Oh you were flying oh so high
But then some day people look at you for what they call their own
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hear you calling home
But then some day we could take our time
To brush the leaves aside so you can reach us
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain
No, no, no
Couldn't share the pain they watch you suffer
Now maybe I could have made my own mistakes
But I live with what I've known
And then maybe we might share in something great
But won't you look at where we've grown
Won't you look at where we've gone
But then someday comes tomorrow holds a sense of what I fear for you
in my mind
As you trip the final line
And that cold day when you lost control
Shame you left my life
So soon you should have told me
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didn't meant to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain
No, no, no
Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
No maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain
I said times have changed your friends
They come and watch you crumble to the ground
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hold you down
Hold you down
Maybe brother maybe love I didn't mean to treat you bad
But you left me far behind
Left me far behind
Left me far behind
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Monday, February 20, 2012
Live "Lakini's Juice"
There are so many good songs by these guys.
it was an evening I shared with the sun
to find out where we belong
from the earliest days
we were dancing in the shadows
more wine
'cause I got to have it
more skin
'cause I got to eat it
inside the outside
by the river
used to be so calm
used to be so sane
I rushed the lady's room
took the water from the toilet
washed her feet and blessed her name
more peace
is such a dirty habit
slow down, we're too afraid
Let me ride
Let me ride
Burn my eyes
Let me ride
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Labels: Live
Friday, February 17, 2012
Billy Squire "In The Dark"
A great song that just has to be turned up every time I play it, and lyrics that always seem to resonate.
Life isn't easy from the singular side
Down in the hole some emotions are hard to hide
It's your decision it's a chance that you take
It's on your head it's a habit that's hard to break
Do you need a friend an' would you tell no lies
Would you take me in an' are you lonely in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
You never listen to the voices inside
They fill your ears as you run to a place to hide
You're never sure if the illusion is real
You pinch yourself but the mem'ries are all you feel
Can you break away from your alibis
Can you make a play will you meet me in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
Don'tcha need me, hey hey
Don'tcha need me, oh yea
Don'tcha leave me, hey hey
Don'tcha need me, oh yea
You take no interest no opinion's too dear
You make the rounds and you try to be so sincere
You guard your hopes and you pocket your dreams
You'd trade it all to avoid an unpleasant scene
Can you face the fire when you see me there
Can you feel the fire will you love me in the dark
In the dark
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Thursday, February 16, 2012
OMC "How Bizzare"
Another one hit flash for you. Don't ask me why I like it, I just do. It was different and catchy.
Brother Pele's in the back
Sweet Seena's in the front
Cruising down the freeway
In the hot, hot sun
Suddenly red blue lights
Flash us from behind
Loud voice
"all will please step out onto the line"
Pele breathes words of comfort
Seena just hides her eyes
Policeman taps his shades
Is that a Chevy 69?
Chorus 1-
How bizarre
How bizarre
How bizarre
Verse 2-
Destination unknown
As we pull in for some gas
A freshly pasted poster
Reveals a smile from the pack
Elephants and acrobats,
Lions next monkey
Pele speaks righteous
Sister Seena says funky
Chorus 1-
How bizarre
How bizarre
How bizarre
Chorus 2-
Ooh baby, (ooh baby)
It's making me crazy, (it's making me crazy)
Everytime I look around
Look around
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
It's in my face
Verse 3-
Ringmaster steps up
Says the elephants left town
People jump and jive
And the clowns inch back around
T.V. news and cameras
There's choppers in the sky
Marines, police, reporters
Ask the where, for and why
Pele yells "we're outta here"
Seena says "right on"
Make your moves and starting grooves
Before they knew we're gone
Jump into the Chevy
Headed for big lights,
Want to know the rest
Hey, buy the rights,
Chorus 1-
How bizarre
How bizarre
How bizarre
Chorus 2-
Ooh baby, (ooh baby)
It's making me crazy, (it's making me crazy)
Everytime I look around
Look around
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
It's in my face
It's in my face
Chorus 2-
Ooh baby, (ooh baby)
It's making me crazy, (it's making me crazy)
Everytime I look around
Look around
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
It's in my face Ooh baby, (ooh baby)
It's making me crazy, (it's making me crazy)
Everytime I look around
Look around
Everytime I look around
Look around
Everytime I look around
It's in my face
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
PM Dawn "I'd Die Without You"
I don't know what it is about this guys voice, but it I think he stands head and shoulders above the rest in his time frame.
Is it my turn to wish you were lying here.
I tend to dream you when I'm not sleeping.
Is it my turn to fictionalize my world.
Or even imagine your emotions to tell myself anything...
Is it my turn to hold you by your hands.
Tell you I love you and you not hear me...
Is it my turn to totally understand.
To watch you walk out of my life and not do a damn thing...
If I have to give away...
The feeling that I feel.
If I have to sacrifice...
Oh, whatever babe, whatever baby.
If I have to take apart...
All that I am...
Is there anything that I would not do,
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
Oh, I apologize for all the things I've done.
But now I'm underwater and I'm drowning...
Is it my turn to be the one to cry.
Isn't it amazing how some things just completely turn around...
So take every little piece of my heart...
So take every little piece of my soul...
So take every little piece of my mind...
'Cause if you're gone... inside...
I'd die without you...
If I have to give away...
The feeling that I feel.
If I have to sacrifice...
Oh, whatever babe, whatever baby.
If I have to take apart...
All that I am...
Is there anything that I would not do,
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
'Cause inside I'd die without you...
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Evanescence "Call Me When Your Sober"
I thought this one was overplayed when it first came out but it has really grown on me, I just love her voice.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
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Monday, February 13, 2012
Harvey Danger "Flagpole Sitta"
I love this song, the tempo just keeps you going.
I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
Rottenness and evil in me
Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(But no one ever does)
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a tv
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee, god damn you
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well
I want to publish zines
And rage against machines
I want to pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm going underground with the moles digging holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to god it sounds like they're snoring
But if you're bored then you're boring
The agony and the irony, they're killing me
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well
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Saturday, February 11, 2012
Cutting Crew "(I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight"
Such a great classic.
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary it sits on the bedside table
The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle
Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been some kind of kiss
I should've walked away, I should`ve walked away
Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface I'm a name on a list
I try to be discreet, but then blow it again
I've lost and found, it's my final mistake
She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
'cos I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must been some kind of kiss
I should`ve walked away, I should1ve walked away
It was a long hot night
She made it easy, she made it feel right
But now it's over the moment has gone
I followed my hands not my head, I know I was wrong
Oh I, I just died in your arms...(2x)
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Thursday, February 9, 2012
Aaron Lewis "Black"
What can I say, I man crush on this guys talent and his passion for music.
This is a incredible version of Pearl Jams' Black, in of itself, such a powerful song. Make it a stripped down performance by a great singer and you have this by Aaron Lewis of Staind.
Hey, oh
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be
Yeah
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
(not sure?)
No yeah no
No no no no yeah yeah
We,
We belong
We belong together
Together
Oh oh
We
We belong
We belong together
Oh yeah
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Wednesday, February 8, 2012
The Black Crowes, "She Talks To Angels"
An old favorite.
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company.
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family.
She paints her eyes as black as night now.
She pulls those shades down tight.
Yeah, she gives me a smile when the pain comes.
The pain gonna make everything alright.
[Chorus:]
Says she talks to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears a cross around her neck.
The hair is from a little boy,
And the cross from someone she has not met, well, not yet
[Chorus]
She don't know no lover,
None that I ever seen.
Yeah, to her that ain't nothing
But to me it means, means everything.
She paints her eyes as black as night now.
Pulls those shades down tight.
There's a smile when the pain comes.
Pain's gonna make everything alright.
[Chorus]
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Dropkick Murphys "Green Fields of France"
This one was a surprise for me. When I bought the album, I never thought I'd hear something like this on there. It quickly became my favorite on the disc and has since been one the you can listen to over and over.
oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene
[Chorus]
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
and though you died back in 1916
to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
or are you a stranger without even a name
forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
[Chorus]
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
the sun shining down on these green fields of france
the warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
the trenches have vanished long under the plow
no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing down
but here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation were butchered and damned
[Chorus]
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
and i can't help but wonder oh willy mcbride
do all those who lie here know why they died
did you really believe them when they told you the cause
did you really believe that this war would end wars
well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
the killing and dying it was all done in vain
oh willy mcbride it all happened again
and again, and again, and again, and again
[Chorus]
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
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Monday, February 6, 2012
Chevelle "Face To The Floor"
This is a new release from these guys. I'd say its growing on me pretty quick.
To pick up the tip doesn't mean a lot
Fiddle inside your drawers
If we own the night, then spread it out
Or pack up without a clue
Well, caused by their own
WIN by default
Time to vamanos
Like your face getting forced to the floor
Then I got a taste of the benefits
Five foot and change
There's no better way to hash it out
So let's set up your time to fail
Well, cause now the cracks
Should we intervene?
I hold this albatross
Like your face getting forced to the floor
When either way, you're way too close to it all
Pay up, never wait 'em out
Clever, Madoff, take it all
Take it all
Your
Mouth
Blessed
Take it all the way... right back down
Clueless
Mess
Pay up, never take it all
Take it all
Like your face looking forced to floor
In a league of your own,
And either way you're way too close to it all
You cannot veto the world
Like your face getting forced into floor
In a league of your own,
And either way, you're way too close to it all
Too close to it all
Posted by W at 8:21 AM 1 comments
Labels: Chevelle
Friday, February 3, 2012
Stone Sour "Say You'll Haunt Me"
This is a great new song from Stone Sour.
Little supernovas in my head
Little soft pulses in my dead
Little souvenirs and secrets shared
Little off guard and unprepared
I was never good enough to find
I was never bad enough to mind
In the middle I will do my best
Take me in your arms and leave the rest
I will give you anything to
Say you want to stay, you want me to
Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me
I want to know I belong to you
Say you'll haunt me
Together, together we'll be together, together forever
Little variations on my page
Little doors open on my cage
Little time has come and gone so far
Little by little who you are
I can see the patterns on your face
I can see the miracles I trace
Symmetry in shadows I can't hide
I just want to be right by your side
I will give you everything to
Say you want to stay you want me too
Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me
I want to know I belong to you
Say you'll haunt me
Say you want to stay you want me too
Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me
I want to know I belong to you
Say you'll haunt me
Together, together we'll be together, together forever
I belong to you
Together, together we'll be together, together forever
I belong to you
Little supernovas in my head
Little soft pulses in my dead
Little souvenirs and secrets shared
Little off guard and unprepared
I will give you anything to
I will give you everything to
Say you want to stay you want me too
Say you'll never die you'll always haunt me
I want to know I belong to you
Say you'll haunt me
Say you want to stay you want me too
Say you'll never die you'll always haunt me
I want to know I belong to you
Say you'll haunt me
Together, together we'll be together, together forever
I belong to you
Together, together we'll be together, together forever
I belong to you
Posted by W at 8:25 AM 0 comments
Labels: Stone Sour
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Duran Duran "Wild Boys"
They tried to break us, looks like they'll try again
They tried to tame you looks like they'll try again
The wild boys are calling on their way back from the fire
In August moon's surrender to a dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
Reckless and so hungered on the razors edge you trail
Because there's murder by the roadside in a sore afraid new world
They tried to break us, looks like they'll try again
Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine
You got sirens for a welcome there's bloodstain for your pain
And your telephone been ringing wile you're dancing in the rain
Wild boys wonder where is glory
Where is all you angels now the figureheads have fell
And lovers war with arrows over secrets they could tell
They tried to tame you looks like they'll try again
Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine
Posted by W at 7:33 AM 0 comments
Labels: Duran Duran
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Digital Underground "Humpty Dance"
Remember this little gem?
All right!
Stop whatcha doin'
'cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny,
But yo I'm makin' money, see
So yo world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty.
Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee.
And all the rappers in the top ten--please allow me to bump thee.
I'm steppin' tall, y'all,
And just like Humpty Dumpty
You're gonna fall when the stereos pump me.
I like to rhyme,
I like my beats funky,
I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy.
I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack
But sometimes I get ridiculous
I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice
Hey yo fat girl, come here--are ya ticklish?
Yeah, I called ya fat.
Look at me, I'm skinny
It never stopped me from gettin' busy
I'm a freak
I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
I'm crazy.
Allow me to amaze thee.
They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me.
I'm still gettin' in the girls' pants
And I even got my own dance
{Chorus:}
The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump
Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump
Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump
Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump
Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
People say "Yo, Humpty, you're really funny lookin'"
That's all right 'cause I get things cookin'
Ya stare, ya glare, ya constantly try to compare me
But ya can't get near me
I give 'em more, see, and on the floor, be ,
All the girls they adore me
Oh yes, ladies, I'm really bein' sincere
'cause in a 69 my humpty nose will tickle ya rear.
My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge,
Both how I'm livin' and my nose is large
I get stoopid, I shoot an arrow like Cupid,
I use a word that don't mean nothin', like looptid
I sang on Doowhutchalike, and if ya missed it,
I'm the one who said just grab 'em in the biscuits
Also told ya that I like to bite
Well, yeah, I guess it's obvious, I also like to write.
All ya had to do was give Humpty a chance
And now I'm gonna do my dance.
[Chorus]
Oh, yeah, that's the break, y'all
Let me hear a little bit of that bass groove right here
Oh, yeah!
Now that I told ya a little bit about myself
Let me tell ya a little bit about this dance
It's real easy to do--check it out
First I limp to the side like my leg was broken
Shakin' and twitchin' kinda like I was smokin'
Crazy wack funky
People say ya look like M.C. Hammer on crack, Humpty
That's all right 'cause my body's in motion
It's supposed to look like a fit or a convulsion
Anyone can play this game
This is my dance, y'all, Humpty Hump's my name
No two people will do it the same
Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain
Humpin', funkin', jumpin',
Jig around, shakin' ya rump,
And when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a stump
Tell him step off, I'm doin' the Hump.
[Chorus]
Black people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
White people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
Puerto Ricans, do the Humpty Hump, just keep on doin' the hump
Samoans, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
Let's get stoopid!
[Chorus]
Oh, yeah, come on and break it down
Once again, the Underground is in the house
I'd like to send a shout out to the whole world,
Keep on doin' the Humpty Dance,
And to the ladies,
Peace and humptiness forever
Posted by W at 8:01 AM 1 comments
Labels: Digital Underground