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i don't know who generally starts or owns the trademarks to these threads, but i didn't feel like searching for and bumping an already existing one, so here goes...

btw, much props to whoever the hell started this shit... ...


"you're gonna make me lonesome when you go" by bob dylan... from blood on the tracks...



alright... next...



...

I could tell from the moment U walked in the room
That it wasn’t your dress U had on
That wasn’t your perfume
And what happened 2 the ring that I gave U?
What am I 2 assume?
I love U, but I just don’t trust U anymore

U could tell from the moment U looked in my eyes
That I could see right through Ü
U must apologise
I’ve always given U the best in life
Even in the wrong, it was right
I know U trust me, but U don’t love me anymore
No

I remember meeting U here in the good ol’ days
I would never pick the flower of my favourite protegé
Maybe if I would have
Then U would not treat me this way
U tricked me - but U will not anymore

No, no
I love you, but I don’t trust U anymore

So many gems in this joint

"some issues need to be addressed, like envelopes I mean"
"no one is free when others are oppressed" and
"Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin old"

13th Floor/Growing Old
by Outkast

[Intro: Big Rube]

Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
that we get em confused
The resident evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?
Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
By not bein ourself
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
look at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point
where Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for fights with fisticuffs
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror
known as mankind
Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen
A righteous number of righteous men
Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the beginning
They teach that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this mindstate
Otherwise Babylon...

(My memories of yesterday...)

[cut and scratched:] "Ninety-six gonna be that year..."

[Verse One: Andre]

I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the truth to get what I want but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin they paper so I guess I can't complain... or can I?
I feel they disrespectin the whole thang
Them hooks like sellin dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin one mo' lesson from the South we in the house tonight
Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose
We rolls through Headland and Delowe
where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
while my close niggaz laugh at
The Southern slang, figure ways and mojo chicken wangs
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your potnah
Gather your thoughts

[Musical Interlude: Debra Killings]

(Something's gotta change
Songs of laughter and happiness comes from teardrops to rain
When daring despair, fortune may lead in my day
And slight breezes of longing finally move my way
Like memories of yesterday...)

[Verse Two: Big Boi]

Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin the truth not talkin that shit boi
I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps
Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, they're watchin yo' back
For the robbin crew, thinkin they robbin you, you must be cautious
To stand up on yo' game and pimpin these crows you must be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like you miss me
You catchin the wrong vibe, packin yo' shit and rollin yo' eyes back
Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your Cadillac
But man it seems I'm reachin out and touchin the wrong nigga
Don't expect me to be pimpin get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust
So keep that clean up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin... niggaz dippin...

[Musical Interlude]

[Verse Three: Andre, Big Boi]

Dearly beloved we are gathered to life
Soap us to lather we come clean
Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin
On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin
Bringin our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
Growing old

Like some eagles, people don't understand
Just like their parents don't be carin
I'm speakin about you playin with that phony stuff you sharin
in your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin you got it, but get it get it, but you ain't pimpin no bitches
Cause you flaw, in, fallin like leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highways
Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your soul
Growing old

[Musical Interlude 2X]
("96 gonna be that year...")

(Like memories of yesterday...)

[voice of Andre fades in]
see all them leaves must fall down, growin old

Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin old
[repeat 3X]

EllisDee said:[quote].
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i don't know who generally starts or owns the trademarks to these threads, but i didn't feel like searching for and bumping an already existing one, so here goes...

btw, much props to whoever the hell started this shit... ...


"you're gonna make me lonesome when you go" by bob dylan... from blood on the tracks...



alright... next...


I just love Bob. Isn't he the best lyricist ever! He has so many amazing songs that touch my heart. I've heard this song 500 times and it still gets to me.

kisscamille said:

yes, i honestly believe that he is the best lyricist of all time... he's got a song for every mood and emotion... and because of the way he writes, the same song can strike up such a wide array of feelings from person to person, and some can even strike up a wide array of moods in the same person depending on the situation...

i think this is one of his most underrated songs ever... i guess it kinda gets unfairly lost among all of the other classics on "blood on the tracks"...

this is one of those songs that can inspire differently feelings in different people... i know some people who get happy when they hear this song... some people get a paranoid feeling... it just kinda leaves me depressed... that foreboding feeling that someone that you really enjoy being with is probably on his/her way out very soon...

Artist: Jody Watley featuring Eric B. & Rakim
LP/CD: Larger Than Life ~~ MCA ~~ 1989
Composers: Andre Cymone~Jody Watley


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Have you ever been stabbed in the back
By someone you thought was really cool
Did they steal your heart or was it money
Or was it lies they told
Strangers just disguised as your friends
Never again ‘cause now you know

That friends will let you down
Friends won’t be around
When you need them most
Where are your friend

Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
I’m talkin’ ‘bout your friends

Smiles they hide behind
Never know what’s on their mind
Could be true deception
Jealousy and envy reign
They never want to see you get ahead
They just hold you back

Friends will let you down
Friends won’t be around
When you need them most
Where are your friend, oh, oh

Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
I’m talkin’ ‘bout your friends

Friends are hard to find, so be careful
You could find an inch or mile if I pay you
But some ain’t that bad, but one might back stab
To get the fake tips of what one might have
Bite the hand that feeds you, leave the people who need you
For those who hold you back and mislead you
To be a needle, don’t get lead on unleaded
The wrong direction, a dead end’s next then
Heed the detour, life’s like a seesaw
The ups and downs, and I’ll bet there’ll be more
Potholes and obstacles in our path, that’s righteous
At times you need a hand to fight this
Way of life, straighten up, take the door to the placid
And don’t you act two-faced
‘Cause jealousy and envy, and you still act friendly
You could find the end and pretend to be

Friends will let you down
Friends won’t be around
When you need them most
Where are your friends, yeah

Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
I’m talkin’ ‘bout your friends

Used to me kiss me, tell me you missed me
But now you try to glaze me, play me and diss me
Uh, wide awake, ready to break, so we argue
What happened to the kisses, and, "Why, how are you?"
Forgot about the times when I rhymed when I bathed you
Dreams was the only little things that I gave you
You still ain’t thankful, you’re still complainin’
Used to be a quiet storm, but now it’s rainin’
Farther than ever, I’m thinkin’ whether
If we should be friends, let it end, is it better
To forget or remember, your body’s tender
The rhymes that I send her, makes her surrender
The feeling of capture, caught in a rapture
No woman can match ya, so when I’m lookin’ at ya
Paint a perfect picture so you can remember me
But you can find the end if you pretend to be

Friends will let you down
Friends won’t be around
When you need them most
Where are your friends, oh, oh

Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
I’m talkin’ ‘bout your friends

Friends will let you down
Friends won’t be around
When you need them most
Where are your friends, yeah

Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine

EllisDee said:

Great lyrics
Great song
Fuckin' great album
Great man

"just like a woman" by bob dylan from blonde on blonde...

MartyMcFly said:

true... every song is a muthafuckin' classic... "shelter from the storm"... "idiot wind"... "you're a big girl now"... ...

there was a time when this was my least favorite bob dylan cd... but everytime i listen to it, i love it more than the last... it's so stripped down, but there's so much going on in there at the same time...

"Don't follow leaders, watch the parking meters"

"Twas in another lifetime
One of toil and blood
Where blackness was a virtue
And the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness
A creature void of form
Come in, she said, I'll give ya
Shelter from the storm"

*FART*...oops!...sorry

MartyMcFly said:

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that's it right there...

that's the verse... that may be the best beginning verse to any song ever...

the first time i ever heard this song was on "hard rain - live" with the rolling thunder revue... and when this song came on, i stopped whatever i was doing and just sat there spellbound... this could be bob's best written song... ... or "sad eyed lady of the lowlands"... no... it's this one...

...

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, "Hard Rain" is very underrated IMO, a very angry and loud album, one of the best live albums I've heard...

MartyMcFly said:

yes... it was the first bob dylan album i ever owned, which may explain why i'm so partial to it... but i love it... i love the re-workings of all the songs... i think a direct line can be drawn from the music in this album to the music made by bands like uncle tupelo...

i only wish this one would've been longer than 9 songs...

What's a muffugga to do? - Mr. C

gooeythehamster said:

Taxi Ride - Tori Amos

Lily is dancing
on the table
we've all been
Pushed
too far
I guess on days
like this
you know who your
friends are
Just another Dead Fag
to you that's all
Just another Light missing
on a long Taxi ride
Taxi ride

And I'm down to
Your last cigarette and
this "We are One" crap
as you're invading
This thing you call
Love -- she smiles
way too much but
I'm glad you're
on my side, sure
I'm glad you're on
my side still

You think you deserve
a trust fund
Just because you
Want one
Sure you talk the talk
when you need to
I fear
the whole world is
starting to
Believe you
Just another Dead fag
to you that's all
Just another Light missing
in a long Taxi line
Taxi line

And I'm down to
Your last cigarette and
this "We are one" crap
as you're invading
This thing you call
Love -- she smiles
way too much but
I'm glad you're
on my side, sure
I'm glad you're on
my side still

Lily is dancing
on the
table
we've all been pushed
too far today
Even a glamorous
Bitch can be in
need
this is where you know
the Honey
from the
Killer Bees
and
I'm glad you're on
my side
sure
I'm glad you're on
my side
sure
I'm glad you're on
my side still

got a long Taxi ride
got a long Taxi ride