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From Reel Big Fish "She's got a girlfriend now"
"never thought it would end like this just because i've got no $@#$@#$@#$@# i'll shave my legs, i'll wear a bra i'll even cut my &%#!$ off for you...she has a girlfriend now." From taking back sunday "your so last summer" "I'll do what I got to, the truth is you could slit my throat And with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleedin on your shirt " |
"Maybe lay and let your feelings grow accustomed to the dark,
and by morning's light, you just might solve the problems of the heart." - Leavin's Not the Only Way to Go, from Big River. "Do you hear the people sing, lost in the valley of the night. It is the music of a people, who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the Earth, there is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end and the sun will ride." - Finale, Les Miserables "Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. Do in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing, on the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away." - One Tin Soldier, from The Legend of Billy Jack "But I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow Show me a smile then, Don't be unhappy, can't remember When I last saw you laughing If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there And I'll see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow" - True Colors, Phil Collins That's good for now. |
Hehehe this is such a funny song by Superchic[k]! It is written by Max Hsu (the starter of the band) and sung buy Matt (the bass player) It is written for the lead singer (Tricia) cause she said that she hated immature guys.
It is called Princes and Frogs (or A Song for Tricia) You hate men is what you say/ and I understand how you feel that way/ All girls dream of a fairy tale/ But what you've got's like a used car sales/ man Trying to conceal what's wrong behind a smile and a song/ And I'm not saying that boys are not like that/ But I think you should know/ That some of us will grow/ Because. . ./ All princes start as frogs, and all gentlemen as dogs/ Just wait till its plain to see/ What we're growing up to be/ cause some frogs will still be frogs/ Some dogs will still be dogs/ but some boys can become men/ Just don't kiss us til then. |
Ian Dury and the Blockheads - Hit me With Your Rhythm Stick
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In the deserts of Sudan And the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan Every woman, every man Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me! Hit me! Je t'adore, ich liebe dich, Hit me! hit me! hit me! Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me slowly, hit me quick. Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! In the wilds of Borneo And the vineyards of Bordeaux Eskimo, Arapaho Move their body to and fro. Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me! Hit me! Das ist gut! C'est fantastique! Hit me! hit me! hit me! Hit me with your rhythm stick. It's nice to be a lunatic. Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! In the dock of Tiger Bay On the road to Mandalay From Bombay to Santa Fe Over hills and far away Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me! Hit me! C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht? Hit me! hit me! hit me! Hit me with your rhythm stick. Two fat persons, click, click, click. Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Ow! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! hit me! Hit me Hit me Hit me Hit me Hit me Hit me! Hit me! Hit me </funk beat> |
Hey, M. Krass, don't you think some of "At the End of the Day" would be more appropriate for the times?
"At the end of the day there's another day dawning, And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise. Like the waves crash on the sand, Like a storm that'll break any second, There's a hunger in the land, There's a reckoning still to be reckoned, And there's going to be Hell to pay At the end of the day!" Personally, I'm a big fan of Nickel Creek. You've got to leave me now. You've got to go alone. You've got to chase a dream, One that's all your own, Before it slips away. When you're flying high, Take my heart along, I'll be the harmony To every lonely song That you'll contemplate. When you're soaring through the air, I'll be your solid ground Take every chance you dare, I'll still be there For when you come back down When you come back down. I'll keep looking up Awaiting your return My greatest fear will be That you will crash and burn, And I won't feel your fire. I'll be the other hand, That always holds a line Connecting in between Your sweet heart and mine. I'm strung out on that wire. And I'll be on the other end To hear you when you call Angel, you were born to fly, And if you get to high, I'll catch you when you fall. Catch you when you fall. The memories, the sunshine Every new day brings I know the sky is calling - Angel, let me help you with your wings. When you're flying through the air, I'll be your solid ground. Take every chance you dare, I'll still be there, For when you come back down. Take every chance you dare, I'll still be there, For when you come back down. "When you come back down" is, I believe, a very good definition of true love. |
Re: Birdhouse in your Soul
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MC Hawking - Entropy
Harm me with harmony. Doomsday, drop a load on 'em. Entropy, how can I explain it? I'll take it frame by frame it, to have you all jumping, shouting saying it. Let's just say that it's a measure of disorder, in a system that is closed, like with a border. It's sorta, like a, well a measurement of randomness, proposed in 1850 by a German, but wait I digress. "What the f%%% is entropy?", I here the people still exclaiming, it seems I gotta start the explaining. You ever drop an egg and on the floor you see it break? You go and get a mop so you can clean up your mistake. But did you ever stop to ponder why we know it's true, if you drop a broken egg you will not get an egg that's new. That's entropy or E-N-T-R-O to the P to the Y, the reason why the sun will one day all burn out and die. Order from disorder is a scientific rarity, allow me to explain it with a little bit more clarity. Did I say rarity? I meant impossibility, at least in a closed system there will always be more entropy. That's entropy and I hope that you're all down with it, if you are here's your membership. You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! Who's down with entropy? Every last homey! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! Who's down with entropy? Every last homey! Defining entropy as disorder's not complete, 'cause disorder as a definition doesn't cover heat. So my first definition I would now like to withdraw, and offer one that fits thermodynamics second law. First we need to understand that entropy is energy, energy that can't be used to state it more specifically. In a closed system entropy always goes up, that's the second law, now you know what's up. You can't win, you can't break even, you can't leave the game, 'cause entropy will take it all 'though it seems a shame. The second law, as we now know, is quite clear to state, that entropy must increase and not dissipate. Creationists always try to use the second law, to disprove evolution, but their theory has a flaw. The second law is quite precise about where it applies, only in a closed system must the entropy count rise. The earth's not a closed system' it's powered by the sun, so f%%% the $@#$@#$@#$@# creationists, Doomsday get my gun! That, in a nutshell, is what entropy's about, you're now down with a discount. You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! Who's down with entropy? Every last homey! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! You down with entropy? Yeah, you know me! Who's down with entropy? Every last homey! Trash Talk Hit it! Doomsday, kick it in! |
Desaparecidos - The Happiest Place on Earth
I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live I don't want to be ashamed to be American But opportunity, no, it don't exist It's the opiate of the populace We need some harder $@#$@#$@#$@# now The truth is getting around And each public school is a halfway house Where the huddled masses sober up and up enough There's not enough to fatten the cows and feed all of us It's just a rationing of luck What can't be bought gets raffled off Oh God, good god Shed greed on thee Your shining sea turned a dirty green from the industry Off the shores of New Jersey I got a letter from the army, so I think that I'll enlist I'm not brave or proud of nothing I just want to kill something Too bad that nowadays you just point and click Swing Lo satellite, hot white chariot! In the computer's blue glare, the bombs burst in the air There was a city once-- now nothing is there Our freedom comes at their expense It makes sense, doesn't it? Dollars and cents They're stretching barbed wire across the picket fence That is surrounding your housing development Just in case you lack the confidence My God, oh god, give strength to thee These amber waves, purple majesty Are nothing but backdrops for Disney Well, look up close It is superimposed on a blank blue screen It is fantasy, $@#$@#$@#$@#ing magical The dream floats like a chemical through each snapped synapse Our television past that is beautiful no more, no more |
Phish - Wading in The Velvet Sea
I took a moment from my day wrapped it up in things you say mailed it off to your address you'll get it pretty soon unless the packaging begins to break and all the points I tried to make are tossed with thoughts into a bin time leaks out my life leaks in you won't find moments in a box and someone else will set your clocks I took a moment from my day wrapped it up in things you say and mailed it off to you |
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. |
The appropriate song with the deadline rapidly approaching...
Who Needs Sleep?
Barenaked Ladies Now I lay me down not to sleep I just get tangled in the sheets I swim in sweat three inches deep I just sit back and claim defeat Chapter read and lesson learned I turned the lights off while she burned So while she’s three hundred degrees I throw the sheets off and I freeze Lids down, I count sheep I count heartbeats. The only thing that counts is that I won’t sleep. I count down, I look around. Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war My hands are locked up tight in fists My mind is racing filled with lists Of things to do and things I’ve done Another sleepless night’s begun Lids down, I count sheep I count heartbeats. The only thing that counts is that I won’t sleep. I count down, I look around. Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war There’s so much joy in life, so many pleasures all around The pleasure of insomnia is one I’ve never found With all life has to offer, there’s so much to be enjoyed The pleasures of insomnia are ones I can’t avoid Lids down, I count sheep I count heartbeats. The only thing that counts is that I won’t sleep. I count down, I look around. Hala hala hala Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war Who needs sleep? Well you’re never gonna get it Who needs sleep? Tell me what’s that for Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you’re getting There’s a guy who’s been awake since the second world war |
From the Indigo Girls:
Three Hits Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion. One could send you down the river Three's a strange way to be delivered. Would you trade your words for freedom? That's a barter for a blind man Three hits to the heart son, And it's poetry in motion. Are you leveed like a treasure? Only words can help me find you. And this world's a fickle measure, I will painfully remind you. From a wise man to your red hand You lay covered in our best sins. Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion. Well I dream you constant stranger With your best bloods and your anger You say "mother do you claim me?" "My beloved do you blame me?" Well the first two might release you But the last one sings in me son Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion Three hits to the heart son And the last one sings in me |
hmm... so much Barenaked goodness to choose from... they really are some of the best lyric writers i've heard... oh, so entertaining!
Barenaked Ladies - If I had a $1,000,000 If I had a $1,000,000 (If I had a $1,000,000) Well, I'd buy you a house (I would buy you a house) And if I had a $1,000,000 (If I had a $1,000,000) I'd buy you furniture for your house (Maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman) And if I had a $1,000,000 (If I had a $1,000,000) Well I'd buy you a K-Car (A nice Reliant automobile) And if I had $1,000,000 I'd buy your love. If I had a $1,000,000 I'd build a tree fort in our yard If I had $1,000,000 You could help, it wouldn't be that hard If I had $1,000,000 Maybe we could put like a little tiny fridge in there somewhere You know, we could just go up there and hang out Like open the fridge and stuff There would already be foods laid out for us Like little pre-wrapped sausages and things mmmmmmmm They have prewrapped sausages but they don't have prewrapped bacon Well can you blame em? Uhh, yeahhhh! If I had $1,000,000 (If I had $1,000,000) Well, I'd buy you a fur coat (But not a real fur coat that's cruel) And if I had $1,000,000 (If I had a $1,000,000) Well I'd buy you an exotic pet (Yup like a llama or an emu) And if I had $1,000,000 (If I had a $1,000,000) Well I'd buy you John Merrick's remains (Ooh, All them crazy elephant bones) And If I had $1,000,000 I'd buy your love. If I had a $1,000,000 We wouldn't have to walk to the store And If I had a $1,000,000 We'd take a limousine 'cause it costs more. If I had a $1,000,000 We wouldn't have to eat Kraft Dinner But we would eat Kraft Dinner Of course we would, we’d just eat more And buy really expensive ketchups with it That’s right, all the fanciest ketch-- dijon ketchups! Mmmmmm If I had $1,000,000 (If I had $1,000,000) Well I'd buy you a green dress (But not a real green dress, that's cruel) And if I had $1,000,000 (If I had $1,000,000) Well I'd buy you some art (A Picasso or a Garfunkel) If I had $1,000,000 (If I had $1,000,000) Well I'd buy you a monkey (Haven't you always wanted a monkey?) If I had $1,000,000 I’d buy your love If I had $1,000,000, If I had $1,000,000 If I had $1,000,000, If I had $1,000,000 If I had $1,000,000 I'd be rich |
ugh... I'm not sure if you know down there in florida, but here in New York, the New York State Lotto has adopted that song in a never-ending radio campaign... only they got a buncha drunk-sounding new yorkers to sing it... uggh... no more of that ;-)
Anyways, onto the lyrics A long long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while... ehehe.. just kidding... I don't have 5 pages of space to finish all the lyrics to American Pie ;-) (the old classic by Don McClean, not the movie) |
U2 - Peace on Earth
Heaven on Earth We need it now I'm sick of all of this Hanging around Sick of sorrow Sick of the pain Sick of hearing again and again That there's gonna be Peace on Earth Where I grew up There weren't many trees Where there was we'd tear them down And use them on our enemies They say that what you mock Will surely overtake you And you become a monster So the monster will not break you It's already gone too far Who said that if you go in hard You won't get hurt Jesus could you take the time To throw a drowning man a line Peace on Earth Tell the ones who hear no sound Whose sons are living in the ground Peace on Earth No whos or whys No-one cries like a mother cries For peace on Earth She never got to say goodbye To see the colour in his eyes Now he's in the dirt Peace on Earth They're reading names out over the radio All the folks the rest of us won't get to know Sean and Julia, Gareth, Ann and Breda Their lives are bigger, than any big idea Jesus can you take the time To throw a drowning man a line Peace on Earth To tell the ones who hear no sound Whose sons are living in the ground Peace on Earth Jesus this song you wrote The words are sticking in my throat Peace on Earth Hear it every Christmas time But hope and history won't rhyme So what's it worth? This peace on Earth Peace on Earth Peace on Earth Peace on Earth |
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