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Post a song/lyric that suits your mood Nov. 2006 Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water Maybe I'm too young To keep good love from going wrong But tonight, you're on my mind so You never know Broken down and hungry for your love With no way to feed it Where are you tonight? Child, you know how much I need it. Too young to hold on And too old to just break free and run Sometimes a man gets carried away, When he feels like he should be having his fun Much too blind to see the damage he's done Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, He has no-one... So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over Cause it's not too late. Lonely is the room the bed is made The open window lets the rain in Burning in the corner is the only one Who dreams he had you with him My body turns and yearns for a sleep That won't ever come It's never over, My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... It's never over, She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever... But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love From going wrong Oh... lover you should've come over... Yes, and I feel too young to hold on I'm much too old to break free and run Too deaf, dumb, and blind To see the damage I've done Sweet lover, you should've come over Oh, love, well I'll wait for you Lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late. JEFF BUCKLEY . [Edited 11/1/06 19:24pm] .. | |
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I'm not like them
But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy my heart is broke But I have some glue help me inhale And mend it with you We'll float around And hang out on clouds Then we'll come down And I have a hangover... Skin the sun Fall asleep Wish away Soul is cheap Lesson learned Wish me luck Soothe the burn Wake me up | |
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Chicago/tim feehan. "Heart in pieces"
Only you can touch me with your dark eyes With a look that burns like fire through the lonely night. Sometimes I run, but I can never hide From the pieces of my heart that fall like rain from the sky. When you hear the thunder, When you hear the sound of a mountain crashing down, Its just my heart in pieces. When I feel the hunger, When Im reaching out with a hundred thousand hands, Its my heart in pieces. No one cuts through my soul like you can. Im naked to the bone beside your empty hand. I see your face and I remember. Im a prisoner of your fate, Im a loser in the race. When you hear the thunder, When you hear the sounds of a mountain crashing down, Its just my heart in pieces. When I feel the hunger, When Im reaching out with a hundred thousand hands, Its my heart in pieces. I walk the fine line Between fire and the ice. The memory lives on. Theres always something to remind me. Every teardrop falling When your voice keeps calling. [chorus repeats until fade.] | |
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so impressed with all you do
tried so hard to be like you flew too high and burnt the wing lost my faith in everything lick around divine debris taste the wealth of hate in me shedding skin succumb defeat this machine is obsolete made the choice to go away drink the fountain of decay tear a hole exquisite red fuck the rest and stab it dead broken bruised forgotten sore too fucked up to care anymore poisoned to my rotten core too fucked up to care anymore ...today sucked. | |
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evenstar3 said: so impressed with all you do
tried so hard to be like you flew too high and burnt the wing lost my faith in everything lick around divine debris taste the wealth of hate in me shedding skin succumb defeat this machine is obsolete made the choice to go away drink the fountain of decay tear a hole exquisite red fuck the rest and stab it dead broken bruised forgotten sore too fucked up to care anymore poisoned to my rotten core too fucked up to care anymore ...today sucked. Yeah, i hear ya. I got a random text from an ex today. She's "the one" LOL, but we broke up a few years ago now (around then) We both feel for eachother, so i play something like "heart in pieces". Lyrics fit my situation quite well. Even if it is standard pop music. I even got out my guitar and let rip. I cant play very well, but i was a bit pissed off. | |
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Seems like I'm caught up
in your trap again Seems like I'll be wearing the same old chains Good will conquer Evil And the truth will set me free And I know some day I will find the key I know somewhere I will find the key Seems like I've been playing your game way too long Seems the game I've played has made you strong When the game is over I won't walk out the loser I know I'll walk out of here again I know someday I'll walk out of here again Well now I'm Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped Seems like I've been sleeping in your bed too long Seems like you've been meaning to do me harm But I'll teach my eyes to see Beyond these walls in front of me Someday I'll walk out of here again Someday I'll walk out of here again Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Seems like I've been playing your game way too long Seems the game I've played has made you strong Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah  | |
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AsianBomb777 said: Seems like I'm caught up
in your trap again Seems like I'll be wearing the same old chains Good will conquer Evil And the truth will set me free And I know some day I will find the key I know somewhere I will find the key Seems like I've been playing your game way too long Seems the game I've played has made you strong When the game is over I won't walk out the loser I know I'll walk out of here again I know someday I'll walk out of here again Well now I'm Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped Seems like I've been sleeping in your bed too long Seems like you've been meaning to do me harm But I'll teach my eyes to see Beyond these walls in front of me Someday I'll walk out of here again Someday I'll walk out of here again Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Seems like I've been playing your game way too long Seems the game I've played has made you strong Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah I know that song!  wasn't it on the We are the World album  | |
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ZombieKitten said: AsianBomb777 said: Seems like I'm caught up
in your trap again Seems like I'll be wearing the same old chains Good will conquer Evil And the truth will set me free And I know some day I will find the key I know somewhere I will find the key Seems like I've been playing your game way too long Seems the game I've played has made you strong When the game is over I won't walk out the loser I know I'll walk out of here again I know someday I'll walk out of here again Well now I'm Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped Seems like I've been sleeping in your bed too long Seems like you've been meaning to do me harm But I'll teach my eyes to see Beyond these walls in front of me Someday I'll walk out of here again Someday I'll walk out of here again Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Seems like I've been playing your game way too long Seems the game I've played has made you strong Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah I know that song! wasn't it on the We are the World album
probably. By Springsteen  | |
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AsianBomb777 said: Seems like I'm caught up
in your trap again Seems like I'll be wearing the same old chains Good will conquer Evil And the truth will set me free And I know some day I will find the key I know somewhere I will find the key Seems like I've been playing your game way too long Seems the game I've played has made you strong When the game is over I won't walk out the loser I know I'll walk out of here again I know someday I'll walk out of here again Well now I'm Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped Seems like I've been sleeping in your bed too long Seems like you've been meaning to do me harm But I'll teach my eyes to see Beyond these walls in front of me Someday I'll walk out of here again Someday I'll walk out of here again Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Seems like I've been playing your game way too long Seems the game I've played has made you strong Trapped OOh yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Trapped OOh Yeah Give you my lovin', Seven days a week I'll be a honey, If you'll be sweet I know I'm the only one for you I know that you think this is not true Man says it's rainin', Rainin' outside I'll be out there in a little while, Cause you see Rain reminds me of you, And everything has turned to you See you in places, I'm following you You'll be upstairs, And I'll be there too Everywhere you go I will follow I know it won't be the same tomorrow People give me warnings, Stay away from you They say you'll hurt me, I don't think that's true Discomfort arouses when I speak of you As if you've been sayin' something bad About me When I see you, I want to kiss you But I know that ain't right So I ask if I can hold you Oh babe I need you so bad Oh babe I only want to make you Glad  | |
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Pimp juice - oooooh-oooooh-hooooo
I think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it loose) Let her loose, let her looooose She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for f'real) Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin new pimp juice I think I need to cut her loose (it's time for homegirl to recognize) Yes I do, yes I dooooo-hoooo [Nelly] I'm in that, seventy-four, Coupe DeVille With the, power seats, leather, wood on my wheel One-touch sunroof BUT leave it alone Hoes see it can't believe it - "It's goin back on it's own" Ooooooh, shit, that's how we do it baby "Every day like this?" Seven dayy-ayyys .. I tell you three-sixty-five Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride You actin like you never seen it befo' Like them country boys ain't got no dough Bitch please - GET OUT - but don't you slam that do' DUST YOUR SHOES OFF - befo' you touch that flo' Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - and I might letcha touch it You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you Russian? [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Nelly] Now I'm - clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (uh-huh) In anythang from Timberland to Gaines Now listen - I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played And uhh - I love the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid That's why I - I got my fade everybody had braids And now they - switch to fades and I'm thinkin 'bout braids Just an example of hoochieless jackin If we were hoopin, I'd be yellin "They hackin" I see you momma, in my Dolce Gabbana Gucci and Prada baby I gotta lotta The lucciana ain't a problem for poppa That's all you want then baby girl I'ma holla Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - I don't like how you actin Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packin Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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Why don't any of u actually give the title of the songs and artists, as iam interested sometimes who does them? | |
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AsianBomb777 said: ZombieKitten said: I know that song! wasn't it on the We are the World album
probably. By Springsteen http://en.wikipedia.org/w...ld_(album) | |
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It wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it To tell you where we'll meet This little girl inside me Is retreating to her favourite place Go into the garden, go under the ivy Under the leaves, away from the party Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose I sit here in the thunder The green on the gray I feel it all around me And it's not easy for me To give away a secret It's not safe To go into the garden, go under the ivy Under the leaves, away from the party Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose Go into the garden, go under the ivy Go under the leaves with me Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose I'll be waiting for you It wouldn't take me long To tell you how to find it | |
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ZombieKitten said: It wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it To tell you where we'll meet This little girl inside me Is retreating to her favourite place Go into the garden, go under the ivy Under the leaves, away from the party Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose I sit here in the thunder The green on the gray I feel it all around me And it's not easy for me To give away a secret It's not safe To go into the garden, go under the ivy Under the leaves, away from the party Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose Go into the garden, go under the ivy Go under the leaves with me Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose I'll be waiting for you It wouldn't take me long To tell you how to find it Again, so who is it? Is this like a guessing game sorta thing? I would guess Tommy page, but as i own pretty much all his stuff, i doubt it? | |
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karmatornado said: Pimp juice - oooooh-oooooh-hooooo
I think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it loose) Let her loose, let her looooose She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for f'real) Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin new pimp juice I think I need to cut her loose (it's time for homegirl to recognize) Yes I do, yes I dooooo-hoooo [Nelly] I'm in that, seventy-four, Coupe DeVille With the, power seats, leather, wood on my wheel One-touch sunroof BUT leave it alone Hoes see it can't believe it - "It's goin back on it's own" Ooooooh, shit, that's how we do it baby "Every day like this?" Seven dayy-ayyys .. I tell you three-sixty-five Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride You actin like you never seen it befo' Like them country boys ain't got no dough Bitch please - GET OUT - but don't you slam that do' DUST YOUR SHOES OFF - befo' you touch that flo' Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - and I might letcha touch it You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you Russian? [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Nelly] Now I'm - clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (uh-huh) In anythang from Timberland to Gaines Now listen - I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played And uhh - I love the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid That's why I - I got my fade everybody had braids And now they - switch to fades and I'm thinkin 'bout braids Just an example of hoochieless jackin If we were hoopin, I'd be yellin "They hackin" I see you momma, in my Dolce Gabbana Gucci and Prada baby I gotta lotta The lucciana ain't a problem for poppa That's all you want then baby girl I'ma holla Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - I don't like how you actin Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packin .. | |
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SpisaRibb said: Whats wrong ya freakin weirdo???? | |
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luv4all7 said: SpisaRibb said: Whats wrong ya freakin weirdo????  nuthin
this thread, getting old, missing friends, missing my grandma WWWAAAAA 
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What can I say I'm feeling pimp in the month of november! Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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jump little children - cathedrals
In the shadows of tall buildings Of fallen angels on the ceilings Oily feathers in bronze and concrete Faded colors, pieces left incomplete The line moves slowly past the electric fence Across the borders between continents In the cathedrals of New York and Rome There is a feeling that you should just go home And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is In the shadows of tall buildings The architecture is slowly peeling Marble statues and glass dividers Someone is watching all of the outsiders The line moves slowly through the numbered gate Past the mosaic of the head of state In the cathedrals of New York and Rome There is a feeling that you should just go home And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is In the shadows of tall buildings Of open arches endlessly kneeling Sonic landscapes echoing vistas Someone is listening from a safe distance The line moves slowly into a fading light A final moment in the dead of the night In the cathedrals of New York and Rome There is a feeling that you should just go home And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is | |
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System Of A Down - Toxicity
Conversion, software version 7.0 looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub eating seeds as a pastime activity the toxicity of our city, of our city Now what do you own the world? how do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep disorder, disorder, disorder More wood for the fires, loud neighbours flashlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck eating seeds as a pastime activity the toxicity of our city, of our city Now, what do you own the world? how do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep disorder, disorder, disorder This one's for you. | |
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thesexofit said: ZombieKitten said: It wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it To tell you where we'll meet This little girl inside me Is retreating to her favourite place Go into the garden, go under the ivy Under the leaves, away from the party Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose I sit here in the thunder The green on the gray I feel it all around me And it's not easy for me To give away a secret It's not safe To go into the garden, go under the ivy Under the leaves, away from the party Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose Go into the garden, go under the ivy Go under the leaves with me Go right to the rose Go right to the white rose I'll be waiting for you It wouldn't take me long To tell you how to find it Again, so who is it? Is this like a guessing game sorta thing? I would guess Tommy page, but as i own pretty much all his stuff, i doubt it? sorry, Kate Bush Under the Ivy | |
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ZombieKitten said: thesexofit said: Again, so who is it? Is this like a guessing game sorta thing? I would guess Tommy page, but as i own pretty much all his stuff, i doubt it? sorry, Kate Bush Under the Ivy Very talented artist, but i cant get past the voice. | |
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California is the Pimpest State in the Nation and I'm feeling good!
California Love! California, knows how to party. California, knows how to party... In the city of LA, In the city of good ole Watts, In the city, city of Compton, We keep it rockin'. we keep it rockin'... Dr. Dre: Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west, A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness. The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest. Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex. We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat, The state where ya never find a dancefloor empty, And pimps be on a mission for them greens. Lean mean money making machines, servin fiends. I've been in the game for ten years making rap tunes, Ever since honeys was wearing sassons. Now its '95 and they clock and watch me. Diamond's shining, Lookin' like I robbed Liberace. Its all good from Diego to the Bay. Your city is the bomb if your city making pay (uh) Throw up a finger if you feel the same way. Dre putting it down for Californi-yeah... California (california), knows how to party (knows how to party) California (west coast), know how to party... (That's right) In the city (city) of LA, city of LA... In the city of good old Watts, good old Watts... In the city, city of Compton (city of Compton)... We keep it rockin', (keep it rockin') We keep it rockin'... Yeah, yow make it shake, come on... Shake it, shake it baby. Shake, shake it, (shake it baby) Shake, shake it Mama. Shake it Cali. Shake it Cali... Shake, shake it baby... That's right! Shake, shake it baby. Shake, shake it Mama. Shake it Cali! TuPac: Out on bail, Fresh outta jail. California Dreamin', Soon as I step on the scene I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'. Fiendin' for money and alcohol - The life of a west-side playah. When cops die, its on ball. Only in Cali will we riot, not rally, so live and die. In LA where we gear Chucks, not Balley's. (Yeah, that's right... uh) Dressed in locs and khaki suits, and ride is what we do. Flossin', but have caution - we collide with other foo's... Famous because we throw jams - world wide. Let 'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrance. Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam, Its west-side, so you know the Row won't bow down to no man! Say what you say but give me that bomb beat from Dre... Let me serenade the streets of LA! From Oakland to Sack town... The Bay Area and back down... Cali is where they put their Mack down. Give me love! California (california) knows how to party (aint no doubt) California (do do do do) knows how to party. C'mon, baby... In the city (South Central) of LA... In the city of good old Watts, That's right... In the city, city of Compton, We keep it rockin', keep it rockin'. We keep it rockin'... Yeah, Yeah... Dr. Dre: Now make it shake... Ahhh... Shake, shake, shake it baby. Ahhh Shake, shake, shake it baby. Yeah... Shake, shake it Mama. Shake it Cali, Shake it Cali! Shake, Shake it baby, Shake it Cali! Shake, shake it... Ahhh Shake, shake it Mama. West coast! Shake it Cali... Ahhh! Yeah, ahhh... Ahhh Dr. Dre: Long Beach in the house, ahhh! Yeah Oaktown... Oakland definately in the house. Frisco, yeah, Frisco... TuPac: Eh, You know LA up in this... Pasadena, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood... Inglewood always up to no good. Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece of that... Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah... Throw it up y'all! Throw it up! Throw it up! I can't see ya... California Love... Let's show these foo's how we do it on this West-side... 'Cause you and I know its the best side! Yeah, that's right... West coast, West coast... Ahhh! California love! California love, yeah... California knows how to party.... Yeah.... Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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Beck - Nausea
1, 2, 3, 4 Now I'm a seasick sailor On a ship of noise I got my maps all backwards And my instincts poisoned In a truth blown gutter Full of wasted years Like blown-out speakers Ringin' in my ears Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone Now I'm a straight-line walker In a black-out room I push a shopping cart over In an Aztec ruin With my minion fingers Working for some God Who could see his own reflection In a parking lot Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone No it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone Now I'm a priest teenager On a tower of dust I'm a dead generator In a cloud of exhaust I eat alone in the desert With skulls for my pets I rate the days, one to ten With lead cigarettes It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone | |
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Goapele
"Thing's Don't Exist" In my fear, I fear We're seas apart in old worlds. We began, In vibrant colors, But one of the things you said And i dread it. That everything turns grey, This is where i stray I, I want so badly, To say that these things dont exist anymore. When that indigo Creeps upon me i cant deny That i'm blue, And not like you When I look into your eyes at times It's within them i find A love i never knew, Still i'm bound to you. Something inside so strong, Wont settle in me somehow, i'm not free. I want so badly, to say that these things dont exist anymore. When that indigo creeps apon me i cant deny That i'm blue. It's past mistakes not hearts that break, In moral laws respect they take and Now It still effects me to. If my one enemy is me, Then tell me how to stay true and not be blamed by you. I, I want so badly to say that these things Anymore. When that indigo I cant deny that i'm blue. I, I want so badly to say that these things dont exist anymore. When that indigo creeps upon me i cant deny That i'm blue, And not like you. All the other kids would luv2luvya...but you're my little private joy | |
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Sorry had to post another one...
Amel Larrieux "Weary" This woman is growing weary Of having to be so strong Of having to pretend I’m made of stone So I won’t end up with no broken bones I can’t fight every battle alone I want someone to lift me Heal my wounds and give me kisses on my head Say words that should be said Fear is not the matter I would so much rather open up my heart And lay down my guard Chorus: If I could trust someone To have my back and never do me wrong Then I would give my love up Just like that stop singing this soldier song (repeat) whomever said love was overrated must not be getting’ none my independent days have had their fun but when the parties over and the workin’ day is done I just want to come home to someone I want a love to take me As I am not make me compromise myself Or be like no one else Fear is not the matter I would so much rather open up my heart And just lay down my guard Chorus All the other kids would luv2luvya...but you're my little private joy | |
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karmatornado said: California is the Pimpest State in the Nation and I'm feeling good!
California Love! California, knows how to party. California, knows how to party... In the city of LA, In the city of good ole Watts, In the city, city of Compton, We keep it rockin'. we keep it rockin'... Dr. Dre: Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west, A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness. The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest. Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex. We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat, The state where ya never find a dancefloor empty, And pimps be on a mission for them greens. Lean mean money making machines, servin fiends. I've been in the game for ten years making rap tunes, Ever since honeys was wearing sassons. Now its '95 and they clock and watch me. Diamond's shining, Lookin' like I robbed Liberace. Its all good from Diego to the Bay. Your city is the bomb if your city making pay (uh) Throw up a finger if you feel the same way. Dre putting it down for Californi-yeah... California (california), knows how to party (knows how to party) California (west coast), know how to party... (That's right) In the city (city) of LA, city of LA... In the city of good old Watts, good old Watts... In the city, city of Compton (city of Compton)... We keep it rockin', (keep it rockin') We keep it rockin'... Yeah, yow make it shake, come on... Shake it, shake it baby. Shake, shake it, (shake it baby) Shake, shake it Mama. Shake it Cali. Shake it Cali... Shake, shake it baby... That's right! Shake, shake it baby. Shake, shake it Mama. Shake it Cali! TuPac: Out on bail, Fresh outta jail. California Dreamin', Soon as I step on the scene I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'. Fiendin' for money and alcohol - The life of a west-side playah. When cops die, its on ball. Only in Cali will we riot, not rally, so live and die. In LA where we gear Chucks, not Balley's. (Yeah, that's right... uh) Dressed in locs and khaki suits, and ride is what we do. Flossin', but have caution - we collide with other foo's... Famous because we throw jams - world wide. Let 'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrance. Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam, Its west-side, so you know the Row won't bow down to no man! Say what you say but give me that bomb beat from Dre... Let me serenade the streets of LA! From Oakland to Sack town... The Bay Area and back down... Cali is where they put their Mack down. Give me love! California (california) knows how to party (aint no doubt) California (do do do do) knows how to party. C'mon, baby... In the city (South Central) of LA... In the city of good old Watts, That's right... In the city, city of Compton, We keep it rockin', keep it rockin'. We keep it rockin'... Yeah, Yeah... Dr. Dre: Now make it shake... Ahhh... Shake, shake, shake it baby. Ahhh Shake, shake, shake it baby. Yeah... Shake, shake it Mama. Shake it Cali, Shake it Cali! Shake, Shake it baby, Shake it Cali! Shake, shake it... Ahhh Shake, shake it Mama. West coast! Shake it Cali... Ahhh! Yeah, ahhh... Ahhh Dr. Dre: Long Beach in the house, ahhh! Yeah Oaktown... Oakland definately in the house. Frisco, yeah, Frisco... TuPac: Eh, You know LA up in this... Pasadena, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood... Inglewood always up to no good. Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece of that... Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah... Throw it up y'all! Throw it up! Throw it up! I can't see ya... California Love... Let's show these foo's how we do it on this West-side... 'Cause you and I know its the best side! Yeah, that's right... West coast, West coast... Ahhh! California love! California love, yeah... California knows how to party.... Yeah.... Awesome song, but dre sounds like he is trying too hard to sound tough (in general) | |
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Primal Scream
Title: Kill All Hippies Hello this is gorgeous, anybody out there read me? 10-4 i read you. My handle's gorgeous, pretty vacant, eh Subvert normality Fuuuuuck you! Punk is not sexual, it's just aggression 10-4 old buddies Destroy, kill all hippies Anarchy! disco sucks Subvert normality You got the money, i got the soul You got the money, i got the soul You got the money, i got the soul Can't be bought, can't be owned You got the money, i got the soul You got the money, i got the soul Can't be bought, can't be owned You got the money, i got the soul You got the money (x3) I got the soul I got the soul I got the soul I got the soul I got the soul Signing off, this is gorgeous signing off..... | |
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SpisaRibb said: Lover, you should've come over
I LOVE that song. Have you heard the Jamie Cullum version? It's kinda nice. John Mayer has done it too. Mine: Iris Goo Goo Dolls And I'd give up forever to touch you Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life Cause sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything seems like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know your alive And I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am oh noes, prince is gonna soo me!!1! | |
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