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Making Records (Gerardo)
I am braiding records into my hair
Needles and record players
Everything's a
Possible record cover
Or a possible name for a band that I will never have
I will never have
'Cause I sing my songs all by myself
All to myself
From myself
I am cute
But I'm not in a band
Where's my band?
Where's my band?
Where's my amplifiers?
So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
Surrounded by forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so tired and sleeping with my mascara on
In the studio
They're adjusting the wires and microphones
And I'm about to sing my songs
And they won't be just my own
And I'm glad that they'll exist
But they'll make me obsolete
'Cause I sing it just once, and the wires, they remember it
And sing it right back
And they do it better than I can
Anytime, anywhere, I'm preserved
I'm a jelly or a jam
Jelly or a jam
So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
A halo of forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so tired and being so drunk
Why don't I just pee in the middle of this kitchen
Into a little teacup and I won't miss a drop
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so eccentric and being so lonely
Corazn
Corazn
This is my
Corazn
I know that I am lucky
I make shit up all the time
And I start to believe it myself
Just 'cause it rhymes
But I'm so inconsistent
My handwriting changes every other word
So I'm braiding records into my hair
Needles and record players
Everything's a
Possible record cover
Or a possible name for a band that I will never have
I will never have
Never have
Never have
Never have
So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
A halo of forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so drunk and being so drunk
Why don't I just pee in the middle of this kitchen
Into a little teacup and I won't miss a drop
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so eccentric and being so lonely
tranquipechisima reginAH!
And Shot Each Other (The Chariot)
Embrace reaction, reaction
We ain't God, but here he comes
Destiny is real and she comes with a smile
Passing by your grave, reach the plague [x5]
Black plague [x4] In this city that never speaks
And wakes up swinging
And we'll paint the rivers red
It's fate because they sing the same songs
But they just keep singing
And up above every storm is the day
Shake hands with fate and with fate shake hands
How happy is every child of grace who
Feels his sins forgiven. This world, He cries, is
Not my place. I seek a place in heaven
A country far from mortal site, yet
Oh, by faith I see the land of rest
The saints' delight, a heaven prepared for me
Oh, what a blessed hope is ours while
Here on earth we stay. We more than taste
The heavenly powers and antedate that day
We feel the resurrection near
Our life in Christ concealed, and with his glorious
Presence here our earthen vessels filled
Some Crap About The Furniture (PlayRadioPlay!)
You were the best thing summer gave me
Better than silence and no school
No curfew and no rules
I was the last thing you expected to become part of your life
So sing this song while you drive home baby you drive home baby
I will sing along from another country another country and
So goes the telephone while the planes and trains won't let me go oh no
Pause the world and I will go there
And when the pollination starts
In the springtime baby the springtime baby
Can we map out all the parks?
If I find time maybe I'll find time maybe and
I have nothing to say other than I love you
And I'll stay if you want me
If you let me I will go
If I admit that I was wrong
In the right tone baby the right tone baby
And pretend that I belong in the same room
maybe the same room maybe
I have nothing to say about this
I love you and I'll stay if you want it
If you let me I will go
Next To You (The Beatles With Tony Sheridan)
Two 'o clock and I wish that I was sleeping
You're in my head like a song on the radio
All I know is that I got to get next to you
Yeah I got to get next to you
Sitting here turning minutes into hours
To find the nerve just to call you on the telephone
You don't know that I got to get next to you
[Chorus]
Maybe were friends
Maybe were more
Maybe it's just my imagination
But I see you stare just a little too long
And it makes me start to wonder
So baby call me crazy
But I think you feel it too
Maybe I, Maybe I
Just got to get next to you
I asked around and I heard that you were talking
Told my girl that you thought I was out of your league
What a fool, I got to get next to you, whoa
Yeah it's five in the morning and I can't go to sleep
'Cause I wish, yeah I wish that you knew what you mean to me
Baby let's get together and end this mystery, oh
[Chorus]
Maybe were friends
Maybe were more
Maybe it's just my imagination
But I see you stare just a little too long
And it makes me start to wonder
So baby call me crazy
But I think you feel it too
Maybe I, Maybe I
Just got to get next to you
Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?
How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?
Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?
How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?
Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?
How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?
Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?
How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?
Yeah, yeah, to want to get next to you
[Chorus]
Maybe were friends
Maybe were more
Maybe it's just my imagination
But I see you stare just a little too long
And it makes me start to wonder
So baby call me crazy
But I think you feel it too
Baby call me crazy
But I know you feel it too
Maybe I, Maybe I
Just got to get next to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got to get next to you
Your Song (Over It)
Come a little closer now.
Feel it kinda freak you out.
All the time its getting closer and closer.
Stuck in a kaleidoscope, right about to lose control
When I feel a hand on my shoulder.
Turn around to look- its gone.
Call it superstition but all my thoughts spin me around to you.
What became of you we may never know.
Finally found your wings and you gave it all to watch over me.
Finally found your wings and now your song plays on in me...on in me.
Find it irresistible
To pull the plug on logical,
and wonder how to live for the moment.
Who is lost and what's been found.
When and where and why we're down to resist the best explanation,
you know it.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Time here is up. Floating away. Maybe it won't come back.
Dust chasing out heels, droplets of rain falling so gracefully.
Time pulled you away but now the emergency can wait.
[Chorus]
Your song plays on in me.
Pike St. - Park Slope (Bomb The Music Industry!)
Drive across the country, tell your story walking.
No one's keeping you captive in the town that let you down (so sorry).
Blame it on the television, blame it on the company;
Don't blame it on the fundamental fact that no one owes you something.
"I've come about my share, i only want what's fair.
Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not greedy.
Like everybody else, i wanna pay my dues.
(I only want someone to tell me who to make the check out to.)
Maybe we could run away and start a little repertory moviehouse or something."
She said, "sorry but i think you might be just projecting
(But here's the dough)."
Pike street to park slope, Brooklyn.
"A community of dabblers who are vain and fond of biting backs
('We hate it when our friends become successful')
And a different school whose energies are spent evading income tax...
And silicone enhancements by the breastful.
Maybe we could run away and start a little repertory moviehouse or something."
She said, "sorry but i think you might be just projecting on to me.
Why don't you try LA?"
"Well when you like something, it's an opinion
But when i like something, it's a manifesto."
(Pomposity is when you always think you're right arrogance is when you know.)
"Maybe we could start a little independent repertory moviehouse or something." she said,
"Sorry but i think you might be just protecting your investment or else assigning blame."
No Rest For The Whiny (Bomb The Music Industry!)
We got knocked off the horse and we can't get back up.
We can try to change but we've still got our bills that we gotta pay.
And the payments stay the same no matter where you move and no matter how cheap the rent.
Stop screaming for a change.
Start screaming for a wage.
And the irony of plastic is when it starts replacing cash,
Soon enough you have no cash and it gets replaced with debt
And all you're left with is past mistakes and the envelopes change color:
All dimly lit pastels, they go white, then yellow then pink.
It's like a fucking party to celebrate that you're fucked.
Electric flow and dirty clothes and students loans, oh god, ya gotta pay 'em.
Electric flow and student loans and dirty clothes, oh god, ya gotta clean 'em.
While you can't get a decent wage, I still can't find a job.
Yeah, my life just repeats the 2005 series of rejected applications
And me botching interviews and waiting for phone calls from a temp agency
That never calls at all. It's never easy it's always electric flow...
The attack, I'm feeling the attack, I'm feeling the attack
Of basic social skills I know I know I know I know I lack
I'm hyper-cognizant of facts
I'm well aware that we are barely scraping by
My good intentions aren't enough to salvage that
Gimme 1 gimme 2 gimme 3 4 5
Gimme more per hour so I can afford to pay for food and gas
And bags to throw away the trash
Ya gotta throw away the trash.
It's hard to pay the bills when you can't work a forty hour week.
It's hard to interview when I am too depressed to even speak.
It's hard to have a blast when we spend all our spare time feeling weak
Because we're thinking about that electric flow etc.
On The Inside (Michael Franks)
I've wasted a lifetime
Pursuing an image that did not exist
Except in my own mind
Except in my own dream.
My life has convinced me
That happiness never can really be found
Until you remember
The voice of your own heart.
It's all on the inside
To say you can find it elsewhere
Would be wrong.
It's all on the inside
Each soul has its song.
It was here all along
On the inside.
It cannot be captured
On canvas it cannot be
Carved into stone.
No art can sustain it
Believe me I've tried.
It always eludes you
No matter what stratagem
You may devise.
It's no destination
A compass can find.
There's only love on the inside
No counterfeit no need for it.
A perfect place for your heart to hide
No danger near nothing to fear.
Life's hurricane can't reach within
Koi No ABO (Baby Beesh Featuring Frankie J.)
Koi no Koi no Koi no ABO
Koi no Koi no Koi no ABO
Koi no Koi no Koi no ABO
Hey! A
Kichoumen biri ba
Hey! B
My pace na banchou
Uranai ja aishou wa batsu
Nantoka naru deshou
Hey! O
Romanticist leader
AB
Tsundere producer
Dare ni demo chousho to tansho
Real de aru deshou
Hot na hips ga ba
Odorou ze
Hit na song ga ba
Moriagare
Sanchi wa suji tore smile
Stage ni agare
Koi shitetai to iinjanai
Ho hoho
Unmei ga fever
Shinjitetai to iinjanai
Ho hoho
Kanjin no feeling
Subete wo sarake dashite
Koi wo shiyou yo
Hey! O
Pride wa dare to
Hey! B
Maru de Jekyll Hyde
Uranai ja aishou wa batsu
Nantoka naru deshou
Hey! A
Tereya na bengoshi
AB
Unique na dore ma
Dare ni demo chousho to tansho
Real de aru deshou
Hot na Dutch de ba
Dakiyosete
Rich na lip ga ba
Ubaitai
Niche mo sacchi mo de
Stage ni agare
Koi shitetai to iinjanai
Ho hoho
Unmei wa funky
Kanjiteitai to ii janai
Ho hoho kanzen ni falling
Subete wo sarake dashite
Koi wo shiyou yo
Yureru kage mitsumeau futari
Dakiaeba po kore ga koi no ABO
Koishitetai to ii janai
Ho hoho
Unmei ga fever
Shinjitetai to iinjanai
Ho hoho
Kanjin no feeling
Subete wo sarake dashite
Koi shitetai to iinjanai
Ho hoho
Unmei wa funky
Kanjiteitai to ii janai
Ho hoho
kanzen ni falling
Subete wo sarake dashite
Koi wo shiyou yo
Koi wo shiyou
Koi no ABO
Koi no Koi no Koi no ABO
Koi no Koi no Koi no ABO
Koi no Koi no Koi no ABO
Love Has Come (Matt Maher)
With one voice the Angels sing;
songs that make creation ring
Prophets hear and call us
to live in spirit and in truth
Father Yahweh, Elohim;
voice of thunder, spirit wind
Breathe on me your very life;
Grace will make the darkness bright
Word of God enthroned,
dwell in us forevermore;
Love has come to show the way
Halleluiah, peace be with us
Love has come to show the way
God of covenant divine,
lead us to the end of time
Beyond sorrow, beyond fear;
beyond pride and earthen tears
Keeper of the sacrifice,
manifest in Jesus Christ
Born to die and wake the dead
As we hunger, keep us fed
Now salvation has come
in the New Jerusalem
Dancers dance and singers roar;
proclaiming Jesus Christ is Lord
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