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Listen JAne KYA cHAHE mAnN BAwrA


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Lazy Line Painter Jane (Belle And Sebastian)

Working the village shop
Putting a poster up
Dreaming of anything
Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're in

In the mud, on your knees
Trying hard not to please
Anyone, all the time
Being a rebel's fine
But you go all the way to being brutal

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the first bus out of town
On the first bus out of town

Let's see your kit for games
All the girls look the same
You are challenging style for running miles
You're running miles in some boys jumper

Boo to the business world!
You know a girl who's tax free on her back and making
Plenty cash
While you are working for the joy of giving

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

You will have a boy tonight
Or maybe you will have a girl tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

You are in two minds
Tossing a coin to decide whether you should tell your mum
About a dose of thrush you got while you were licking railings

But you read in a book
That you got free in Boots
There are lotions, there are potions
You can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes

Lazy Jane, all the time
Painting lines
You are sleeping at bus stops
Wondering how you got your name
And what you're going to do about it

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

The Christians And The Pagans (Dar Williams)

Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice; now we need a place to stay."
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with Red Dye No. 3.
He told his niece, "Its Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,"
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.

The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a wtich?"
His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian,"
"But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere,"

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning,
'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.

When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother."
Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year,
He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas, and your daughter's here."
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.

That's How I Knew This Story Would Break My Heart (Aimee Mann)

I drew a picture of you
You and your anchor tattoo
And saw the face that I knew
Covered in shame
You drew a bird that was here
A kind of sweet chanticleer
But with a terrible fear
That the cage couldn't tame

That's how I knew this story would break my heart
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart

So, like a ghost in the snow
I'm getting ready to go
'Cause baby, that's all I know –
How to open the door
And though the exit is crude
It saves me coming unglued
For when you're not in the mood
For the gloves and the canvas floor

That's how I knew this story would break my heart
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart

That's how I knew this story would break my heart
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart

Thug Walkin' (Ying Yang Twins)

Chorus:

Every where we gooo, every where we gooo
People want to knooow, people want to knooow
What we here fooor, what we here fooor
We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin'

Verse One: {Ying Yang Twins back and forth}

Pain make you retaliate
Swang to crack yo chest blade
Hangin' with the best dates
Slang and get they neck played
Game is what yo test gave
Blang and take hoes and smoke hay
Niggas what they call us
Triggers is how we boss hog
Drugs is what we left with
Slugs will bring yo death quick
Knucks will get you swolle up
Tricks will get you dick sick
Clinton gonna see impeachment
For freaks he try'na creep with
Busters never last long
Hustlers get they cash on
Hiders never act out
Riders known to slash out
Pimps only get paid
Simps truly get played
Wimps never fist fight
Freaks is quick to turn dikes
Sheets never come clean bled
From yo crime scene mann

Chorus: {2x}

Verse Two: {D-Roc}

Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper
He took you on a shine with nine and made Mom weepier
That thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' good
But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood
Lay down was all you heard I mean scary
One of 'em got bold and reached for the Chevy
Gun shots went off so we had to make it quick
Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit
I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot
If he pissed of my nigga I will shot
So he hurried up and them other niggas to
I started up the car and told them what they had to do

Chorus: {2x}

Verse Three: {Kaine}

I'm smokin' my weed with y'all
Hangin' with niggas y'all ball
Just because niggas be takin' it all
Told them broads to back up off my balls
Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call
The devil reached in sippin' on gin
It changed my mind to sin
Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster
Figurin' they call us fools I haven't finished school
Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do
Who do you think that you **in' with
Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and
Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k
Y'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thang
Get 'em up to the Eastside, to the Westside, true city thugs
What's up much love, to the Tear da Club Up Thugs
just throw it up, all y'all get across the wall

Chorus: {Till The End}

Today's The Day (Aimee Mann)

Better pack your bags and run
Or stay until the job is done
Baby you could sit and hope
That providence will fray the rope
And sink like a stone
Or go it alone

And isn't it enough for you
Isn't it enough?
Isn't it enough for you
Isn't it enough?
For you...

So better pack your bags and run
Send it to oblivion
Where you don't look like anyone
That anyone would care about
And do what you do
Till it buries you

And isn't it enough for you
Isn't it enough
Isn't it enough for you
Isn't it enough

And isn't it enough?
Like Major Reno on the bluff
Wondering aloud if help is on the way

And baby isn't this your chance
To make a break with circumstance

And isn't it enough to prove today's the day?
Isn't it enough to prove today's the day?

This Is How It Goes (Aimee Mann)

This is how it goes
You'll get angry at yourself
And think you can think of something else
And I'll hear the clanging of the bells
Cause I can't stop you baby

Cause I don't have a bribery in place
No bright shining surface to my face
So I won't go near the market place
With what I'm selling lately
Cause this is how it goes

Cause it's all about drugs
It's all about shame
And whatever they want
Don't tell them your name

This is how it goes
One more failure to connect
With so many how could I object
And you, what on earth did you expect
Well I can't tell you baby
When this is how it goes

Cause it's all about drugs
It's all about shame
And whatever they want
Don't tell them your name

So I'll try to hold on
While you try to let go
You won't tell me it's gone
But baby I'll know
Baby I'll know
Baby I'll know
Baby I'll know

Hain't It Funny? (K.D. Lang)

Jane Siberry
We made love last night
Wasn't good wasn't bad
Itimate strangers made me kinda sad
Now when I woke up this morning
Coffee wasn't on
It slowly dawned on me that my baby is gone
My baby's gone

Guess I shoudln't be so shocked
I guess I shouldn't be so surprised
Guess i sorta noticed the sadness in your eyes
All this time together
And I still feel so alone
Two of us together couldn't make this house a home
My baby's gone
My baby's gone
Oh so long

Umf maybe I'm a little bit relieved
Maybe even a little bit glad
Now that you're gone maybe I won't feel so sad
So I'm packing your things and
Leaving them outside and
Neighbours can talk themselves up into a storm I'll survive
My baby's gone
My baby's gone
Oh ... so long

Did you forget something my love
I see you're back outside
Looking at your suitcases looking oh so surprised
Hain't it funny
One of life's little jokes
Thought you'd gone for good
But you'd only gone ... for smokes

A Jeda (Hans Söllner)

is as jetzt deins oda is des, des von mir, geh weita ,
, oda is jetzt dos seins, oda g´heat des ihr,
gib ma doch a bissl , ja gib ma doch a bissl,
ja gib ma doch a bissl wos her, mensch, gib ma doch a bissl ,
ja gib holt amol a bissl, gib holt a bissl wos her

is des des von ea´m, oda is des des von ihr, oda is des, des von trend,
oda von da ren`t oda von drob`n, oda viellecht des von drun`t

geh weita , gib holt amol a bissl , ja gib holt amol a bissl,
ja gib holt amol a bissl wos her, gib holt endlich amol a bissl wos,
bloss a bissl wos, bloss a bissl wos her

a jeda gibt da a bisl wos, a jeda nimmt a bissl wos,
a jeda derf a bissl wos, a jeda hot a bisl wos ,
a jeda konn a bissl wos, a jeda muass a bissl wos,
und a jeda is a bissl wos, is des so schwa`

is es des, des von drob`n, oda is des des von drun`t von drübn
oda von herüb`n oda vom trend, oda von da ren`t
oda von vis a vis, he geh weita, gib mann

gib holt amol a bissl, ja gib holt amol a bissl, hargoodsakrament
gib holt amol a bissl wos her,
gib holt amol a bisl wos her, a bissl wos her

is es des des von eich, oda is des des vom herrn reich
oda g´hert des uns, oda is des für olle do, g´heat des bloss oan,
oda koan, geh weita , gib holt amol a bissl wos, ja gib holt amol a bissl,
he gib holt amol a bissl wos her, gib holt wos her gib holt wos her,
gib holt wos her,

a jeda soll a bissl wos, und a jeda wui` a bissl wos
a jeda kriagt a bissl wos, a jeda trogt a bissl wos
a jeda hölf`t a bissl wos, a jeda sogt a bissl wos
und a jeda wea`t a bissl wos, is des so schwa` ha

is es des des von vis a vis, oda is des des von di
oda is des des von sie, oda is des des von ea`m
he ge weita , gib holt amol jo ab, gib holt amol ja ab
gib holt amol a bissl wos, gib holt amol a bissl wos,
gib holt amol a bissl wos her, gib holt wos, gib holt wos her,

is es des des von oll`e, von drob`n oda von drun`t
oda von da ren`t, oda von trend, von ob`n oda von un`t, he geh weita

gib holt amol a bissl, gib holt amol a bissl wos her
gib holt amol a bissl wos, gib holt amol a bissl wos her,
gib holt wos her , gib holt wos her
a jeda trinkt a bissl wos, a jeda isst a bissl wos
a jeda schlaft a bissl wos und a jeda liebt a bissl wos
an jed`n geht a bissl wos am o`arsch vorbei a bissl wos
he, an jed`n steht a bissl wos zua, is des so schwa` ha

sog amol, du he ha sog amol, he du sog ha,
an jed`n steht a bissl wos zua, is des so schwa`
ha sog amol, du he, sog amol, ha , he sog amol, ha - ha !

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King Of The Jailhouse (Aimee Mann)

The king of the jailhouse
And the queen of the road
Think sharing the burden will lighten the load
So they pack up their troubles
In an old Cadillac
That's her in the mirror, asleep in the back

Baby, there's something wrong with me
Baby, there's something wrong with me
Baby, there's something wrong with me
That I can't see
That I can't see

And they don't give the answers
At the end of the test
So you can't simply stand there and hope for the best
So wake me up at the border
When we reach Mexico
I'll tell you a secret I don't even know

Baby, there's something wrong with me
Baby, there's something wrong with me
Baby, there's something wrong with me
That I can't see
That I can't see

Honey, I don't wanna turn around
And go back there – do you?
I think you know something I don't know
That I need to

Baby, there's something wrong with me
Baby, there's something wrong with me
Baby, there's something wrong with me
That I can't see
That I can't see
That I can't see

You Do (Aimee Mann)

You stay the night at his house
With no ride to work
And I’m the one who tells you
He’s another jerk
But you’re the one who can succeed
You’ve only got to prove your need--
And you do
You really do

The ** you’re trading up for
What you hope is love
Is just another thing that
He’ll be careless of
But though there are caveats galore
You’ve only got to love him more--
And you do
You really do
Even when it’s all too clear

You write a little note that
You leave on the bed
And spend some time dissecting
Every word he said
And if he seemed a little strange
Well, baby--anyone can change
And you do
You do
You really do


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