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Lyrics

Shamrock Diaries (Chris Rea)

In waves of people you can lose your feet
You've got to stay hard, to the ground
It gets so easy now to lose your way
When you're ever outward bound
A church bell ringing in the fading light
Stops you dead like a cold steel wall
The ghost of yesteryears is toughing you
And as sure as God you'll fall
And I see me and I see you
I see it all just like it used to be
And all the reasons why it started out
Hit you hard with every bell
The choir practice in the empty hall
Is a sound that you know so well
Like something lost inside your overcoat
You find it later, by mistake
You lost it all a thousand years ago
And you pray it's not too late
And I see me and I see you
I see it all just like it used to be
And I see me and I see you
I see it all just like a diary

Now I remember everything
Yea I remember how it used to be
With every note that choirboy sings
And I see me and I see you
I see it all just like it used to be

Chisel Hill (Chris Rea)

Misty eyes on a misty day
Come across a place like this along your way
You walk straight in to that sweet and tender trap
And you know you're lost and found
And there ain't no going back
Spend the rest of your days playing all the hardest games
Just to get back to that place again
And memories oh how they stick to you
You know there ain't a thing, not a single thing you can do
On Chisel hill

I've been ten thousand miles from this place and seen it I swear
I've woke up happy thinking that I was there
It's the place I love, it's where I wanna be
And I won't give up until I get to see
A little something in there to call my own
Pass the time of day and head off home
The evening shadows on the dry stone walls
The night draws in and the ale house calls
And happy I will be
When the road goes no further than what I see
When past here it's nowhere to go
And I ain't gonna give up until I get see
Those angel eyes looking up at me
The prince of peace and time is standing still
On Chisel hill

Die Einsamkeit Der Klofrau (Fettes Brot)

Komik ist Tragik in Spiegelschrift

Was hab ich auf dieser miesen Party verloren?
Fiese Fratzen und der Wein ist vergoren,
und die ganze Zeit lieg´ ich meinem Gott in den Ohren:
"Wenn du gnädig bist, werd´ ich nicht hier wiedergeboren!"
Jetzt ist Schluß, hab ich erkannt, nahm beide Beine in die Hand
- 100 m-Weltrekord, so schnell wie ich verschwand.
Erleichtert und entspannt ging ich durch die Nacht,
doch ich war nicht müde, denn irgendein Krach hielt mich wach.
"Was hier Geräusche macht?" fing ich mich an zu fragen.
Ein Blubbern, mir wird schlecht - mein Magen!
Den ganzen Tag hab ich´s vergessen,
den ganzen Tag noch nichts gegessen, doch plötzlich
schreit das Tier in mir: "Fressen!"
Skrupellos, ohne Gewissen, die Augen rot und aufgerissen,
hätt´ ich alles, was mir in die Quere gekommen war, totgebissen.
Doch "Buh!" - alles zu! Hab´ überlegt, ob ich was aufbrech´,
doch so richtig das Tier war ich nun auch nicht.
Doch plötzlich seh´ ich von weitem ein Licht.
Trau meinen Augen nicht, weil ich ziemlich breit bin:
eine Imbißbude mitten in der Stadt,
die mir nach Mitternacht noch Mittag macht.
Ich kenn´ die Bude schon seit Jahren, die wir immer dicht,
doch heute nacht nicht und das rettet mich.
Ich bestell´ ´ne Portion Pommes, und zwar die ganz große.
Ich will Ketchup, doch er meint, daß er die beste Soße in der ganzen Stadt hat
und wenn ich sie probiert hab´, will ich bestimmt Nachschlag.
Mich beschleicht das Gefühl, der Typ tickt nicht richtig.
Ich sag: "Guter Mann, ihre Soße will ich nicht,
auch wenn ich sie verbilligt krieg!"
Ein Schlag ins Gesicht ist das für ihn gewesen.
Sichtlich geknickt stellt er sie wieder unter´n Tresen,
und plötzlich packt mich das schlechte Gewissen:
"Vielleicht hätte ich seine Soße doch probieren müssen?!"
Denn da jemals wieder was zu essen muss keiner von euch hoffen
- diese Imbißbude hatte nie wieder offen.

Ich treibe ja nicht wirklich Sport,
doch hin und wieder ist mir morgens langweilig
und dann eil´ ich über den öffentlichen Trimmpfad
für studentenermäßigte 2,50 ins städtische Schwimmbad.
Es war wieder Schulsport, was ich ja erschreckend fand.
So schwamm ich keine Bahnen, sondern stand am Beckenrand
und versuchte zu erahnen, ob der Sechstklässler mit den langen Haaren
auf der Bank da ,wohl krank war.
Ich hätt´s gern gewußt, doch dann hab ich´s geseh´n:
auf seiner Brust prangte ein fleischig-rosa und sicher juckendes Ekzem.
Mir wurde klar, warum er wohl nicht an Schwimmunterricht teilnahm,
denn die Lehrerin sagte, es wäre nicht heilsam für seine Hautkrankheit.
Da guckte er ganz mitgenommen.
Ich glaub, er wär´ wohl gerne mitgeschwommen.
Und so saß er ohne Spaß da und war, glaub ich, ziemlich traurig.
Ich schau mich um , wonach er dann so gegiert hat
und schnall´, dass er wohl den Lehrkörper im Visier hat.
Er sah dem Kommandoengel zu wie sie in ihre Triller pfiff,
während er sich ganz unauffällig an seinen Piller griff
und wieder mal von Brustschwimmen und Kraulen mit ihr nur träumte,
schon wieder Sport bei ihr versäumte.
Er war so verliebt in sie, doch sie nicht in ihn - wie mir schien.
Sie wird nie erfahren, wie es im Innern von ihm aussieht,
denkt er sicher abends, wenn er sich auszieht.
Eine Sportart als Mordtat - und so hofft er deshalb ja
auf Basketball im nächsten Halbjahr.

Also, es ging so: ich hing so tierisch angetrunken
in einer dieser irischen Spelunken.
Trank mindestens mein siebzehntes Guiness.
Ich schätze, dass da wohl Alkohol drin ist.
Sonderbares Paar an der Bar, beide vielleicht 50 Jahr.
Mit Verlaub, ich glaub, er war ´n Clochard
- sah verwegen aus; sie dagegen mausgrau.
´Ne Hausfrau mit ihrem heimlichen Liebhaber
- unnahbar aber innig. Nichts hätte sie gestört,
denn sie flirten wie Liz Taylor und Richard Burton,
und ich schrieb im Stillen das Drehbuch für ihren Liebesfilm.
Beide hat das Schicksal x-mal ausgetrickst, das kannst du wissen,
wenn du hinter die Kulissen blickst.
Ihr Gatte hatte sie verlassen. Sie hatte keinen blassen
Schimmer warum und lief immer im Zimmer herum.
Das entbehrte jeder Logik, dabei hatte sie studiert - Pädagogik.
Doch eines Tages drang eine schöne Melodie
an ihr Ohr. Jemand sang: "Let it be, let it be, let it be!"
Ein Nichtseßhafter spielte beizeiten
den Refrain dieses Titels der Beatles auf zwei Saiten
seiner Gitarre - er war´n alter Matrose.
Und er ging auf sie zu in seiner blauen Latzhose.
Beide waren elektrisiert wie die Zitterrochen.
Sie wollt ihm gleich was zu Mittag kochen.
Jetzt sind sie nicht mehr ledig und in den Flitterwochen
doch nicht in Venedig, sondern in Hamburg im Shamrock!

9 Teen 90 Nine (Limp Bizkit)

Bring it on!

Fame you're claimin' is the top of the world
But this stage I'm claimin is the top of the world
And love I'm feelin when you people connect
And if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respect
If you're wondering I got plenty of flows
I'm makin plenty of friends and many are foes
But as the audience grows security knows
Stoppin' me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin' what they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares where we're headin
Cuz now you muther**ers got a reason to jump!

So let's make somethin' out of it
This way we can all relate
Worldwide we collide
This is how we communicate
So lets make somethin' out of it
Whoever thought we would see the day
I can't believe we did it
So let's drift away

Hate, a feelin I don't really get
And hate can get you in some serious shit
Time is somethin that may change me
But I cant time so ** it
I've been stumblin' through these thoughts
And I thought the fact that I could be delirious
But as the audience grows security knows
Stoppin' me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin what they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares where we're headin?
Cuz now you mother**ers got a reason to jump!

So let's make somethin' out of it
This way we can all relate
Worldwide we collide
This is how we communicate
So lets make somethin' out of it
Whoever thought we would see the day
I can't believe we did it
So let's drift away

We see good things change, and good things go away
We see good things waste, and we waste the pain
What we need is a place to escape from today
Right
What we need is a place to escape from today
Right
Yeah
Bring it on
You wanna be down with the G shock
** the glam rock
Assed out like Ken Shamrock (Kid "sham" Rock)
MC's detest me
Wanna chest to chest me
But I ain't all about that
You gotta be down with the G shock
** the glam rock
Assed out like Ken Shamrock
MC's detest me
Wanna chest to chest me
But you don't want none of that
Where we at?
Don't stop!
It's 9 Teen 90 Nine!

My believer, wasn't it fine?
Eat my shirt, remember that?
Right on the line
Look at me, I'm singing to you

Peg O My Heart (Harmonicats)

PEG O' MY HEART
Buddy Clark/Harmonicats/Three Suns

Peg o' my heart, I love you
We'll never part for I love you
Dear little girl, sweet little girl
Sweeter than the Rose of Erin
It's the shamrock we'll be sharing

Peg o' my heart, your glances
My Irish heart entrances
Come be my own
Come make your home
In my heart

Shamrocks And Shenanigans (House Of Pain)




I kicks the flava like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya excuse me senora
Are you a hore or are you a lady?
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?
Let me know hon the deed'll get done
Just assume the position I'll take my rod
And then I'll go fishin' I'll get your river flowin'
When it comes to givin' pleasure I'm every woman's treasure
I came to work your body, so let me do my job
I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off
Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot
Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot
I never been a front, I never a fraud
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord
Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed
I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom

Chorus
(boom sha lock lock boom)
All right now
(Boom sha lock lock boom)
A little louder
(Boom sha lock lock boom)
Everybody
(Boom sha lock lock boom)
All right now

Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
I know ya think I have, but yo
I never heard of ya
Just because you heard of me kid
** around until you do the lifetime bid
I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your**for dead
When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed
Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king
It ain't no thing, my cargo ring
We'll bust you in the crib
I got the skill, you gots to chill
Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom

Chorus

I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
I rock all mikes, I last all night
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts
Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts
Everlast, that's my name
My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame
The House Of Pain's the name of my clip
You can't be down, punk, get off my dick
You make me sick, like stawberry Quik
Your style is wack, you ain't the mac
So yo step back, get off the crack
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom

Chorus (2x)

Rappaz (Das EFX)




Verse 1: Dray
I gotta suprise uh I is a bit wiser oh yes I gets biz G
I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee
Ya flimsy my thinga majig is the illest I throw it like Willis
Heiman when I'm rhymin I'm makin the pape's like Simon
says ta my stick it ta master I still be the best a
I figgity [**] the flame but in the sun now time for Esther
So hi ho I'm Silver I'm makin the pape's when I kicks
the [shit] that'll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his
ticks
For the chicks, I be on my good foot, check it, that**kicks
So yibbida yabber yoozy, [**] that floozy Suzy Chapstick
So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy
I'm swingin my Dukes of Hazard just like ???? on Daisy
I'm swayze
Hook (x8):
(*Rappaz just ain't what they used to be*)
Verse 2: Books
I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
rippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
so I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby cos I'm the [shit], G
U hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they Timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin I lost it
but I hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it
So hip hip hooray, wantin me while I do a
new way to school a new jay, you say
"Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks"
Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops
Hook (x8)
Verse 3: Dray
Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back
rippin the hip-hop, Penelope pitstop
Doin the bitin, the shit I be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies
Hey ladies, I know A-B's, I'm makin CD's
I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your
Weeties
Comprendo, so let your friends know I'm losin my noodle
cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils
I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip a QB
Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G
So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
Hangin loosely, oh yes G, niggas be tryin to test me
Hook (x8)
Verse 4: Books
Hear ye, don't look any further G, see he here is
Still mic checkin [shit], still Dead Serious
Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static G?
I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity
For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, I'm robbin that hockey huh
I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
So me and my-a, I's flyer then the witches sweeper
Deep, as keep ya's drunk, jump into it like Aretha
I Boogie Bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't G
Will agains, I'm gettin elegant with the skill again
It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my philly friend
Hook (x8)

Celtic Tiger (Featuring Sinead O'Connor) (Jacynthe)

Greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy
So greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy

Now they saw the Celtic Tiger in my home town
Brings jewels and crowns, picks you up off the ground
But the Celtic Tiger does two things
It brings you good luck or it eats you up for its supper
It's the tale of the two cities on the shamrock shore
Please Sir can I have some more
Cos if you are poor you'll be eaten for sure
And that's how I know the poor have more taste than the rich
And that's how I know the poor have more taste than the rich

Hear the Celtic Tiger roar - I want more
Hear the Celtic Tiger roar - I want more, more, more

The fastest growing inflation rate in the world,
the cost of a run down house is absurd
This isn't any age for a low income wage
Ask anyone who's locked in a cage
A couple with kids can't afford a place to live
Even if they have a good job
We're bring robbed by the builders and the fat cat government
A league of greed and they don't even need for a thing
It's a sin
But it's the nature of the beast
You'd better go and find a priest and confess
Because your greed is gonna leave you soulless

Where we gonna live, what we gonna do
We'll have to move in with the woman in the shoe
They're driving us onto the streets
While the fat cat in government cheats, and always
gets away with his crime
A kid steals a jacket and does time
Just look at the world around you
Tell why is there so much need
Because of greed
So greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy

One Golden Rule (Chris Rea)

There's a heart in the middle of somewhere tonight
Screaming for reasons or just a way out
I put the shirt off my back on a wager that says
There's one every night from my old school yard days
I hear you say one golden rule
One golden rule

There's been times I've been stood in the wind and the rain
Freezing and busted and tricked out of luck
And I cursed my teachers for all of their reading
What we needed most can't be found in them books
One golden rule

Now they teach you to swim but they don't speak of the danger
Tell you the truth but they never say why
Put you on ice that is thin and tell you it's winter
Without one golden rule the truth is a lie
One golden rule

One Of The Last (Brotha Lynch Hung)




1st verse
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far
you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car
so I don't have to say that I'ma super star
but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are
well I got medevil but I had to leave'em weak niggas alone
situation dirty skweaky clean brotha lynch hung
That's right I gots to have my weed lord knows I'ma feind
bitch nigga don't respect me 45 for the peicsh nigga please
I been spendin "G's" hold up nigga freeze
come up off that weed cause you den **ed around and went up on me
I want the whole zip lock full of shamrock
and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a
meat lock
now thats my knock heats to the side wit the mask on
I'ma give you 15 percent so if you need to get yo blast on
and that's a fat zone thats's a good start
you can sac off in the sevice take it to the heart
I'ma lil nigga thinkin big
cut off yo nuts and leave you screamin like a starved pig
hold you hostage in yo crib
plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs
now bigga than life is how I comin out
rigorous and vigorous you niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so **
and I'ma gonna break through like Jerome Bettis pro status
all this time I got ryhme on my mind every dime
I spend it on some weed and some studio time
drink O-E out the mickeys big mouth
my point is I be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out my house

(Brotha Lynch Hung talking)
You know I push I push play on brain one day
and it played back some shit some shit containing (some shit
containing)
snakes (snakes)
I mean talk to me (serpants)

2nd verse
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far
you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car
so I don't have to say that I'ma super star
but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are
nigga now I shit lyrics but I can't use'em
have yo son trippin Brotha Lynch Hungs loopin (loopin)
they be off that bottle talkin bout Brotha Lynch be talkin bout
sicc shit I herd he ate his mama out
now how this mother**er gone write some shit bout the Brotha Lynch
Hung
cause he killin in his song
he say that nigga shit tight but he ain't shit
he say god is my witness I herd he ** them bitches
which is suppose to be wrong criticizin my love song
you get the rope **in wit the Brotha Lynch Hung
wrong information make atemadation
catch you on yo weed high (catch you on yo weed high)
tow you up like a pitch been
feelin dick hard when you betta get yo bitched in it gets thin
and I'm off this Black &Mild shit
Tall Cannon told me its smooth and now I'm buyin boxes of it
tryin to relax and deal wit these taxes
cause they be at my checks wit them axes twenty sac's
in the back seat I'm licenseless
hope mother**in baby mama ain't no shisty bitch
she wanna publish ah-ight thats cool
she want some other shit get that hydro tube
niggas always think I talk about'em because I talk shit
My worst nightmare was killin my bitch for tryin to get my grits
I'm like Marc Spits I swim a channel for my shit
and watch your heart split I'm doing damage to yo bitch (doing damage
to yo Bee-yotch)
and whlie your heart switch
you betta remember where you came from bitch

(another voice)
Know what I'm saying can't even get caught up-nitro hit
staring at the holic til they got'em on sicc
is ya'll niggas really even listening
for real doe is ya'll niggas even really listening
whatever the ** whatever the **


Video


I made this video for my son ARCEE who always listen to this song...




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