She wore her heels like a woman with a cause,
dressed like a sinner,
and I wanted to see more.
The moon was rising slowly when she took hold of the reins.
I was overdriving,
Overloaded - I was insane.
Every inch a lady,
sharing every inch of me,
every inch a woman,
everything a woman could be.
Totally **,
Totally ** - on a midnight breeze,
her and me,
breakin' all the rules.
I need her love just like I need to breathe.
She poured her love all over me.
A night can be a lifetime,
when you're on your own.
Crazy, bad down to the bone.
Cold, Hard Fact (Overkill)
Here it come.
I said here it comes.
Here it come.
I'm push n' pulln', back and forth and gain no ground.
A knockin' down n' pound pound pound! Huh.
a kickin' screamin', wac duct taped to make no sound.
A sittin still to take the pow
Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot!
Bring it!
Longer you live, you get what you give... what you're reaping...
First out alive, is the one to survive... you are creeping...
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes.
A kiss my**n' born to loose. Huh.
Like Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on P.D.
All tied up in misery... pow
Passing the buck as you run outta luck... you are weeping...
Crossing the line, as you run out of time... are you creeping...?
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya!
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back yeah!
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya!
Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot!
Playground (Lil Rob)
[Lil Rob - almost whispering]
Girl I just wanna conversate
You're leavin wit'cha friends, yeah well they can wait
They look cool but I'm into you
You look like you're into me too
You can do what you do
Leave with them or stay with me and break some rules
(Let's break some rules)
C'mon girl, you're old enough to choose
What's it gonna be, your friends or me?
(Is it gonna be your friends or me?)
See we can have a lot of fun
With them the night's over with me the night's just begun
Finish up that Coke and rum
I wanna lick you up with my magic tongue
I saw you, I said she's the one
Hopin you saw me and said he's the one
** it, let's get the ** on
Back to the pad and get our ** on
[Chorus One: Lil Rob]
We can have a lot of fun, between the sheets
Let me get naughty wit'cha body come lay next, to me
And we can share a night of ecstasy, oh how the ** would be
Now lay back and leave the rest, to me
[Chorus Two: Lil Rob]
We can head back to the pad if you want to
If you want me just as bad as I want you
I just wanna show you how it goes down in my playground (playground)
You can act as bad as you want to (as bad as you want to)
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Go ahead and scream, I won't stop you
I just wanna show you how it goes down in my playground
[Lil Rob - almost whispering]
I lay you down on the cama
When I hit it, I hit it con ganas{?}
Your eyes look like you're in a trance-ah
I make your body twitch when I lick your pants-ah
Make your body shake when I go down lower
How much can you take girl before it's over
**y how you scream and giggle
Have you back that**up with a little wiggle
Ooh girl, you turn me on
Kick your panties off but keep your heels on (keep your heels on)
Foreplay will keep you smilin
Keep you wet so I can slide right in
You're better than I imagined
Now turn around and arch your back end
No more than physical attraction
Satisfaction guaranteed with no attachments
[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]
[Lil Rob - almost whispering]
We met deep in the ci-ty, now we're deep in the sheets
There's no bet-ter feelin than when our bo-dies meet
{?}Parive pavajo{?}, we rocked and we rolled
Como, dos animales **in out of control
[18 seconds of instrumental]
[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]
Paint The Town Red (Wolfsbane)
Gold's not all that glitters,
and penniless fools cry in there beer,
staring at broken down castles,
eyes filled with cheap whiskey tears,
cursing the things that they never drink away,
things that they did,
waiting for nothing for ever,
while you and me Paint the town Red.
Paint the town Red,
Paint the town Red,
put a gun to my head,
if we don't Paint the town Red.
Paint me a lady from paradise,
a stiletto heeled bitch of the night.
They scream and they'll cuss while we kick up the dust,
we'll burn like a comet tonight!
Paint the town Red - Get out of bed,
fix up your hair,
I got paid and I'm bored,
Lets paint this town red.
Los Angeles, I'm Yours (The Decemberists)
There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to?
And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs
And here's a plaintive melody
A truncated symphony.
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore:
Los Angeles, I'm yours
O ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheek'd and sure
(I can see your undies)
And all the boys you drag about
An empty, fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays.
You bridge and tunnel croud
Hanging your trousers down at heel.
This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A rushing rablle revels from above
Los Angeles, my love.
O what a rush of ripe elan!
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty!
But the smell of burnt cocaine,
The dolor and the drain
It only makes me cranky
O great calamity,
Den of iniquity and tears
How I abhor this place
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, wretching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
The 18th Brumaire Of Boomer Ellsworth (Bombs Over Providence)
Burn out these eyes eyes until we scream
"enough!" Such is the nature of our
struggles. Hampered by naught but our
own sight of the laddar's rungs begun
halfway up. But still we'll climb, hand over
mouth, fist over thought, despite our
numbers. Break the seal while growing
still. Once more over the top, friends!
And rising still the aesthetic of action
we've idolized. Coupled with our position
in this: a median within the din of a bleating
servitude. Low enough to feel the boots
of Rome, but high enough to cut the heel.
What good are we now? Left in transit by
a legacy of thought that acted very little
in teh name of the high enough to learn,
but low enough to fight from the outside.
Cut this to the bone.
Assemble all yours. Call on the allies. This is
the arming of a nation under all signs.
Bring out the banners. Proclaim the marches.
This is our bloc of many colours.
Floppy Boot Stomp (Captain Beefheart)
The floppy boot stomped down into the ground
The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains
Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone mountains
'n the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off,
His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk
'n all the comets collided 'n blew t' dust
For fear they'd be seen.
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the big floppy boot stomped down into the ground
'n the red violin took the bow
to do the hoodoo hoe-down
'n the red violin took the bow
for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
The farmer jumped in ah circle 'n flung his chalk right down
Do-si-do the devil sho' showed 'n he broke of his horns
'n fiddled him down the road
through the fork
'n the farmer's floppy boot stomped down
Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
'n the fire leaped 'n licked
And when the boot came up, the fire went out
And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground.
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo hoedown
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo, the devil hoedown
To the fork, huddlin' in a hollow, standin' at the crossroads
With that bunged-up bandaged broken bum that fell in the wrong circle
He had a sole red tail once went red, now was pale
Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from hell
Booted down a spell
By a square-dancin' farmer
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his hooves.
"If you fall into my circle again I'll tan your red hide
And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to now
Pitch you from now to now."
And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an' licked
And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an' licked
And the hotlick kickin' an' the fire jus' leapin' an' lickin'
And the fire leaped and licked.
Dag Vreemde Man (Ann Christy)
Je boek, je krant, je sigaret
Je warme sloffen naast ons bed
En je pleziertjes eens per week
De pijn wanneer je me ontweek
Je scherpe woorden aan t ontbijt
De voorgewende vriendelijkheid
Waarmee je afscheid van me neemt
Het is me allemaal zo vreemd
Dag vreemde man
Man van mijn dromen
Jij vreemde man
Je komt en gaat
Dag vreemde man
De tijd zal komen
Dan zeg ik stop
Het is te laat
Je bent sarcastisch niet attent
Een haast onmogelijke vent
Ik ben je vrouw niet meer alleen
Je hebt er andere om je heen
Je bent gevierd en po**ir
Je gaat op reis en liefst heel ver
En wanneer kom je nog eens thuis
Je wordt een vreemde in ons huis
Dag vreemde man
Man van mijn dromen
Jij vreemde man
Je komt en gaat
Dag vreemde man
De tijd zal komen
Dan zeg ik stop
Het is te laat
Dag vreemde man
Man van mijn leven
Ach wie ben jij
Waar ga je heen
Dag vreemde man
Niets is gebleven
Voor jou voor mij
Jij blijft alleen
Waar ben je nou
Ik hou van jou
Blij Bij Jou Te Zijn (Ann Christy)
Als je 's avonds bij me bent
Met zon over het plein
En de muren van cement
Dan is het dat ik je beter ken
En ben ik blij bij jou te zijn
Ook al zeg ik niet zoveel
Want wat zeggen woorden nou
Dan misschien eventueel
Dat ik zoveel van je hou
Maar ik ben blij bij jou te zijn
Soms denk ik ons ver uit elkaar
Zoiets duurt heel even maar
Als dat ooit gebeuren zou
Weet ik dat je dat zo wou
Wat wij weten van elkaar
Is allang niet meer geheim
Wat men niet in een gebaar
In een proza op een rij
Toch ben ik blij bij jou te zijn
Want jij bent echt als het moet
En je bent er dan ook echt
Als het onweer in me woed
Kan ik steeds bij jou terecht
En ben ik blij bij jou te zijn
Soms denk ik ons ver uit elkaar
Zoiets duurt heel even maar
Als dat ooit gebeuren zou
Weet ik dat je dat zo wou
Als je 's avonds bij me bent
Met zon over het plein
En de muren van cement
Dan is het dat ik je beter ken
En ben ik blij bij jou te zijn
Ook al zeg ik niet zoveel
Want wat zeggen woorden nou
Dan misschien eventueel
Dat ik zoveel van je hou
Maar ik ben blij bij jou te zijn
Ballad Of A Thin Man (Bob Dylan & The Band)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody **
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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