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LYRICS TO FIT YOUR MOOD... DEC EDITION FAR FROM HOME - NEIL YOUNG When I was a growing boy A-rocking on my daddy's knee Daddy took an old guitar and sang Bury me on the lone prairie Uncle Bob sat at the piano My girl cousins sang harmony Those were the good old family times That left a big mark on me Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam Where the Canada geese once filled the sky And then I won't be far from home Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam You won't have to shed a tear for me 'Cause then I won't be far from home Walking down the trans-Canada highway I was talking to a firefly Trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee When another car passed me by Some day I'm gonna make big money And buy myself a big old car Make my way on down to that promised land And then I'm gonna really go far Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam Where the Canada geese once filled the sky And then I won't be far from home Just bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam You won't have to shed a tear for me 'Cause then I won't be far from home | |
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I forgot about this song! So good
Sorry it was in caps where I found it! "Secretly" I'VE BEEN BIDING MY TIME, BEEN SO SUBTLY KIND, I GOT TO THINK SO SELFISHLY, 'COS YOU'RE THE FACE INSIDE OF ME. I'VE BEEN BIDING MY DAYS, U SEE EVIDENTLY IT PAYS, I'VE BEEN A FRIEND, WITH UNBIASED VIEWS, THEN SECRETLY LUST AFTER YOU. SO NOW HE'S GONE RUSTY YOU'RE BORED AND BEMUSED. YOU WANNA DO SOMEONE ELSE, SO YOU SHOULD BE BY YOURSELF, INSTEAD OF HERE WITH ME, SECRETLY. TRYING HARD TO THINK PURE, BLOODY HARD WHEN I'M RAW, YOU TALKING OUT SO SEXUALLY, 'BOUT BOYS 'N GIRLS AND YOUR FRIGGIN' DREAMS SO NOW YOU FEEL LUSTY, YOU'RE HOT AND CONFUSED, SO NOW YOU'VE BEEN BUSTED, YOU'RE CAUGHT FEELING USED. YOU HAD TO DO SOMEONE ELSE, YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN BY YOURSELF, INSTEAD OF HERE WITH ME, SECRETLY, SECRETLY. | |
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TLC - Unpretty. | |
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SammiJ said: TLC - Unpretty.
hell no!!! get those lyrics and that feeling RIGHT out your head sweetie you are SO not unpretty in any sense of the word | |
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Natisse said: SammiJ said: TLC - Unpretty.
hell no!!! get those lyrics and that feeling RIGHT out your head sweetie you are SO not unpretty in any sense of the word thanks hun it's a lot more than that but yeah, thanks | |
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SammiJ said: Natisse said: hell no!!! get those lyrics and that feeling RIGHT out your head sweetie you are SO not unpretty in any sense of the word thanks hun it's a lot more than that but yeah, thanks | |
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Im Too Sexy - Right Said Fred
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The Same Boy You've Always Known
You fell down of course and then you got up of course and you started over forgot my name of course then you started to remember pretty tough to think about the beginning of december pretty tough to think about You're looking down again and then you look me over we're laying down again on a blanket in the clover the same boy you've always known well I guess I haven't grown the same boy you've always known Think of what the past did it could 've lasted so put it in your basket I hope you know a strong man who can lend you a hand lowering my casket I thought this is just today and soon you'd been returning the coldest blue ocean water cannot stop my heart and mind from burning everyone who's in the know says that's exactly how it goes and if there's anything good about me I'm the only one who knows Fuck the funk - it's time to ditch the worn-out Vegas horns fills, pick up the geee-tar and finally ROCK THE MUTHA-FUCKER!! He hinted at this on Chaos, now it's time to step up and fully DELIVER!!
KrystleEyes 22/03/05 | |
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Today , Radiohead - Just
Can't get the stink off He's been hanging round for days Comes like a comet Suckered you but not your friends One day he'll get to you And teach you how to be a holy cow You do it to yourself, you do And that's what really hurts Is that you do it to yourself Just you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself Don't get my sympathy Hanging out the 15th floor You've changed the locks three times He still comes reeling through the door One day I'll get you And teach you how to get to purest hell You do it to yourself, you do And that's what really hurts Is that you do it to yourself Just you, you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself You do it to yourself, you do and that's what really hurts Is that you do it to yourself Just you, you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself | |
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Under The Cherry Moon
How can I stand 2 stay where I am? Poor butterfly who don't understand Why can't I fly away in a special sky? If I don't find my destiny soon, I'll die in Ur arms under the cherry moon I want 2 live life 2 the ultimate high Maybe I'll die young like heroes die Maybe I'll kiss U some wild special way If nobody kills me or thrills me soon, I'll die in Ur arms under the cherry moon If that's alright Lovers like us dear R born 2 die If they don't find us what will we do? I guess we'll make love under the cherry moon I'll die in Ur arms under the cherry moon Some people think I'm kinda cute
But that don't compute when it comes 2 Y-O-U. | |
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Jay-Z - Justify My Thug
Uhh, this feel right right here Quik It's like it's 'sposed to happen this one right here Young! God damn.. .. let me justify my thug on this one right here It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock Five six seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party bout to pop Then - Roc-A-Fella y'all, it's your boy S. Dot And I ain't never been to jail; I ain't never pay a nigga to do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself I will never tell even if it means sittin in a cell I ain't never ran, never will I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands to himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth Death before dishonor and I tell you what else I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help Foolish pride is what held me together through the years I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell 'Til it's heaven Justify my thug! "For you!" - [Run-D.M.C.] My thug.. (hoping..) My thug.. (praying..) for you to justify my thug! My thug.. (hoping..) My thug.. (praying..) for you.. "For you! Fresh" - [Run-D.M.C.] Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill yo' cat Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin Relaxin's what I'm about, but about mine Don't be actin like you can't see street action Take me back to +Reasonable Doubt+ time You see my mind's on the finish line, facin the wreck I put my muh'fuckin faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet You understand I am chasin my breath I am narrowly escapin my death, oh yes I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster Travellin Mach 5, barrelin, my power can stop God God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you Until, I won this race, then eventually My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me However it turns out fine - red line! They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight And two wrongs don't make a right But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life At what point does one fight? (Good question right!) 'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag When your options is none and the pen is all you have or the block, niggaz standin tight, there's limits on the ave Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up Every other corner there's a liquor store - fuck is up? | |
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