Every thursday my angel comes
he knocks on the door of fate
though everything inside him screams
he prostitutes himself for me
And his humiliation wraps itself around me
With protective incantations
so i don't have to pray
The world is laid open for me
I'm the lightness i'm the dream
I'm the little toe of your foot
The great of the world serve me
My forehead is free of worry and my body's pure
In my white dress string of amber
My shoes are made of moss
Nothing disturbes me in my merrment
The only story is of I
Yesterday angel said no
A dark star is over my head
My old face is wrinkled and cracked
Scary is my shaking hand
Fruit of fear cracks inside of me
I start to prey again
Feet are bleeding
I'm the dirt from under your nail
And I prey to be invisible
My angel left me yesterday
Money Money Money (Afterworld)
[B. Andersson, B. Ulvaeus ]
[Spoken Intro]
We planned to make this cover song long before
this Abba boom that has been on recently.
We felt that there was some hidden potential in this song
and wanted to do our own version of it.
I work all night, I work all day
To pay the pills I have to pay
Ain't it sad?
And still there never seems to be
A single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all
I'd fool around and have a ball
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find
But I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad?
and if it happens to be free
I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game
My life will never be the same
I Should Have Been A Tsin-Tsi (For You) (Mew)
(frengers version)
When I call you up
always think twice
I've been gathering
the eminent flies
There are times when I
call you up twice
No more saying what
with all of you ties
'cause
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
You must conjure up
a moment in time
Where in mountains high
are easy to climb
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
So when I call you up
always think twice
I've been gathering
the eminent flies
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
And you should have been out there too
'cause you should have been a Tsin-Tsi too
______________
(Half The World Is Watching Me Version)
When I call you up
always think twice
I've been gathering
the eminent flies
There are times when I
call you up twice
No more saying what
with all of you ties
'cause
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
When I call you up
always think twice
I've been gathering
the eminent flies
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
And you know him since I do
'cause you should have been a tsin-tsi too
______________
(A Triumph For Man Version)
When I call you up
always think twice
I've been gathering
the eminent flies
There are times when I
call you up twice
No more saying what
with all of you ties
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
An Evening Of Extraordinary Circumstance (The Lawrence Arms)
Tonight I'll sit around pushing my shit down the drain
Using a plunger and a clothespin while I wrangle with the chain
Tonight I'll have potato chips and watch my favorite shows
Then watch some infomercials, then watch some TV show
Tonight I'll have nine or ten beers
Tonight I'll talk on the telephone mindlessly until my ear
Burns from the feeling, from the strain of active nothing
Tonight I'll avoid my hopes and fears
Tonight I'll play shit loads of video games
Tonight I'll decide too late to go get on the train
And play out my stupid, misguided version of fun
Tonight I'll get stupid ** drunk and be an idiot
Ashamed of what I've done
Tonight I'll bang out another shitty song that's unsatisfying.
It's been so ** long since I really felt any other way
Tonight I'll crumple up these lyrics and throw them away
Tonight I'll make promises I know I'll never keep
Tonight I'll talk on the telephone, wishing I had the energy to sleep
Tonight I'll sit around and bitch
Tonight I'll get hungry staring at the mustard in my empty fridge
Maybe tomorrow I won't smoke no cigarettes
Maybe tomorrow I won't look back on tonight with vomit and soaked regrets
Maybe tomorrow I won't drown myself in spite
Maybe tomorrow I could try and tomorrow can be better than tonight
Sleep well and dream
Plastic pillow that give way to someplace green
Sleep well and dream
Bad Day (Amended Album Version) (R.E.M.)
A public service announcement followed me home the other day.
I paid it nevermind. Go away.
Shit's so thick you could stir it with a stick.
Free teflon whitewashed presidency.
We're sick of being jerked around.
Wear that on your sleeve!
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord.
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.
Have you ever seen the televised St. Vitus subcommittee prize investigation dance?
Those-ants-in-pants glances.
Well, look behind the eyes!
It's a hallowed, hollow anesthesized,
"Save my own ass, screw these guys."
Smoke and mirror lock down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord.
Count your blessings.
The papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh. Not one more.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please...
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please...
We're dug in the deep, the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep!
The lights went out, the oil ran dry,
We blamed it on the other guy.
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, here's the steeple.
Please stay tunedwe cut to sequel.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord.
Count your blessings.
Ignore the lowest fears.
Ugh, this means war!
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please...
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please...
I saw the light, it can't be right...
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord.
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please...
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please...
(repeat)
How It Goes (Original Version) (Billy Talent)
Just as i began to run
You came and stole my legs, Away
And why are only heros from the past in all
Cuz yesterday
(Is is the same for you)
It's not the same for me
(Is it the same for you)
Its not the same for me
(It's not the same for me)
Is it the same for you
(Its not the same for you)
I hope its not the same for you!!!
So I hold my breath 'til my heart explodes
Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes
You can steal my body but you can't steal my soul
Cause this is how it is and this is how it
Place the bed upon my fire
and save me from this world
I'm in
Cuz I dont even know myself
But my skin feels like
It don't fit
(Is is the same for you)
It's not the same for me
(Is it the same for you)
Its not the same for me
(It's not the same for me)
Is it the same for you
(Its not the same for you)
I hope its not the same for you!!!
So I hold my breath 'til my heart explodes
Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes
You can steal my body but you can't steal my soul
Cause this is how it is and this is how it
This is, how it, it goes
This is, how it, it goes
This is, how it, it goes
This is, how it, it goes
Unscrew my head
And rinse it out
Polish my thoughts
Turn into doubts
Unscrew my head
And rinse it out
Polish my thoughts
Turn into doubts
So I hold my breath 'til my heart explodes
Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes
You can steal my body but you can't steal my soul
Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes
Angst (English Version) (Herbert Grönemeyer)
afraid of the past, afraid you might fall
retreating inside yourself in cold funk at it all
afraid of any freedom, of looking a fool
you skate on the surface, afraid of the depth of the pool...
fear that you'll become nothing
and that time's running out
so afraid of getting used to things
only fear remains beyond doubt
fear that you'll become nothing
and the thought makes you numb
angst makes you tiny
angst strikes you dumb
fear needs an armoury, afraid of your foes
oh, but angst won't remind you, most enemies are ghosts
so scared to be beaten, so scared to compete
scared of stupidity, so smart on the streets
fear gets employed as a system, intimidation as control
fear shuts up you, eats the soul
fear of each other, too scared to connect
we won't meet each other's eyes..., all "i"s we suspect
afraid of emotion, scared of tenderness
afraid that experience only leads to distress
fear that you'll become...
fear of mani**tion, of being left in the cold
scared you don't do right by everyone, fear eats the soul
scared to defend ourselves, scared and lonely we weep
so scared of being scared, so scared we're asleep
so scared of being scared, we go to sleep
Baby C'mon (Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Yo, are you taping baby?
Baby are you taping?
Ohh yeahhahhahheeyahhhyahhhhohhhyahhhh
Baby baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon
What the ** anybody wanna do?
Right mother** now!
Ahhahhahhhah
Verse One:
I'm the dog who's ahead of the Lords
Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad
Can I get raw, yes I get Dirty to the floor
Rhymes, hittin on your mind, you could never ignore
Hip-hop to me is like a place to be
My specialTY from me to you is emCEE
Say what you wanna sayyyahhh, baby sayahh
I flip the microphone-ah, any dayahh
I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab
Niggaz get mad, your**stink never had
this talent that I got will resound the spot
MC's, you got paid a lot
You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams
When it come to the money yo it ain't funny
It's what you gotta do what you got to do
C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain
I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get
on the dancefloor shotgun kill the shit
BLAOW, then you won't step to me
Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be
If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor
You'd be like BOOOOO HE AIN'T NO HARDCORE
Niggaz play like they live but won't survive
Jumpin up and down ticklin that jive when you ticklin gab
I'm an average man, G-O-D fan
Let it be known who's the champ, Wu-Tang Clan!
It's coming through and WU, boy it's bad too!
Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care
WHO, the Ol Dirty Bastard be
oh me on my, you be hoppin on my shit just like a fly
BZZZZZT, all around
The dirtiest stinkin sound down to the ground
What what, what you wanna do?
What you wanna do when I'm coming for you?
I'm gonna give it to ya, bayyybah, bayybah,
bayybahhhahahahahahahahahahah...
Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie) (Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Yo imagine, imagine the shit
Drunk as hell and shit
And you going into a **in bar and shit
You stumbling over bitches and everything
Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit
Yeahhayyyeahhahhh
C'mon c'mon
Ahhahahiahhhhhhh
I want ALL y'all people to feel what I feel
See my momma taught me this SHEEEIIIT
And my daddy learned from my momma
Which is good! Which is goodahhhhhhhhh
Sweet sugar pie, oh I wish you were mine
Lookin so good, like you know you should, yeah
And I-ayyeah, love you down, down baby
Oh my girlie, sweet my honey
You look so good to me
Love you down, all night long
Yeahhheahhhahhhh
Yeah, all night long
Yeahhahhhhhh, all night long girl
Sugar pie
Sweet oh-my-oh-my there's no lie
I love you girl, love you girl
Love you sweet pie
Yeaheahhhahhhhh
Do you love me? Do you love me like this?
(Do you love this girl) I know you love me.
I love you TOO!!
Ahhahhahhhah
(I'll let you know) I'm serious
I need to know that
I needs you to let me really know that
I said I'm serious, very, very serious
Aight, let's go
*sounds like Ol Dirty having the orgasm from hell on the microphone*
Yeahhhh, all night long
Yeahhaeahhahhhh
Ahhhhhhhahahyeahh
It's other groups that's better than me like the Temptations
And you other, groups
From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta
(this is dedicated to you)
And you others, better than me
Mrs. Jones, don't feel disgraced baby
Because I love your soul your got it together type thing
Diana Ross
(see I don't say these things for myself)
Michael JAZZY-Jackson
(please understand or something)
NO! I'm the baddest, hip-hop man, across the world!
I don't care, what you care, I just give, what you receive!
Raw Hide (Ol' Dirty Bastard)
featuring Method Man Raekwon
Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard + (some Jamaican woman)
Yeah!
I wanna let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight
that this is that Wu Tang shit
This that shit that's gonna get you high... {*echoes*}
See when you stimulate your own mind for one common cause
You see who's the real mother**ers
See what you see is you what you see
(Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)
Be the original G
Rhymin on timin and in the place to be
(Run blood claat tings!)
they love see meeeeeeee!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want ACTION, that's what I need
I never put doubt in my mind
cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
see murder which is caused
when you ** with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up, out my garage
with the hit that's gonna be LARGE
Tired of sittin on my **in**
Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad **in cash
Who the ** wanna be an emcee
if you can't get paid, to be a **in emcee?
I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!
so I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty process
P-E-A-C-E
Chorus: Method Man
Move em in move em in
Move em out move em out
Stick it up {*whip sound*} raw hide!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yea, gotta come back to attack
Killin niggaz who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a **
{*inhales*} I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood
or bustin your **in face, some blood!!
I'm goin out my **IN mind!!
Everytime I get around devils {*breathing hard*}
Let me calm down, you niggaz better start runnin
Cause I'm comin, I'm dope like **in heroin
Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
Imagine, gettin shot up with Ol Dirty insulin {*sucks air*}
You bound to catch AIDS or somethin
Not sayin I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it!!
WHAT?!? {*echoes*}
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like thai stick
then I'll remain to tear your frame, while I freaks it
like some fly new sneaks and shit
Now EAT my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit
Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-Tang, is bangin like a Ron G tape
RZA pump the shit just like a shotty
Watch me run it John Gotti
Collidin on the track, like gin and watty
Check the calender, I warn any challenger
to step up {*whoosh*} feel the blast from the silencer
Chorus
[Method Man]
Comin soon to a theatre near you it be the Wu
Yeah find yourself in the square and see it's true
Actual facts to snack on and chew
My positive energy sounds peace to you
A wise man killed one horse and made glue
Wicked women puttin period blood in stew
Don't that make the stew witches brew?
I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue
How could he know what the ** he never knew?
God-Cypher-Divine come to show and come to prove
A mystery god that's the work of Yacub
The Holy Ghost got you scared to death kid boo!!
Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly
Fly for you to feel, what you wants to feel
See Wu-Tang like to thank, all the people across the country
All the people in America, all the people outside of America
for listenin to our music
We gotta keep it fly for ya
See this ain't somethin new
that's just gonna come out of nowhere, no!!!
This is somethin OLD, and DIRTY!!
and DIRTY!!
Yeah..
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