I wrote her off for the tenth time today And practice all the things I would say But she came over I lost my nerve I took her back and made her dessert Now I know I'm being used That's okay man cause I like the abuse I know she's playing with me That's okay cause I got no self esteem We make plans to go out at night I wait till 2 then I turn out the light All this rejection's got me so low If she keeps it up I just might tell her so When she's saying that she wants only me Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends When she's saying that I'm like a disease Then I wonder how much more I can spend Well I guess I should stick up for myself But I really think it's better this way The more you suffer The more it shows you really care Right? Yeah yeah yeah Now I'll relate this little bit That happens more than I'd like to admit Late at night she knocks on my door Drunk again and looking to score Now I know I should say no But that's kind of hard when she's ready to go I may be dumb But I'm not a dweeb I'm just a sucker with no self esteem
You can run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Sooner or later God'll cut you down. Sooner or later God'll cut you down. Go tell that long-tongued liar Go and tell that midnight rider, Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back-biter, Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down. Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down. Well my goodness gracious, Let me tell you the news, My head's been wet with the midnight dew, I've been down on bended knee, Talking to the man from Galilee, He spoke to me in a voice so sweet, I thought I heard the shuffle of the angels feet, He called my name and my heart stood still, When he said, John, go do my will. Go tell that long-tongued liar Go and tell that midnight rider, Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back-biter, Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down. Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down. You can run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Sooner or later God'll cut you down. Sooner or later God'll cut you down. Well you may throw your rock, Hide your hand, Workin' in the dark against your fellow man, But as sure as God made black and white, What's done in the dark will be brought to the light. You can run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Sooner or later God'll cut you down. Sooner or later God'll cut you down. Go tell that long-tongued liar Go and tell that midnight rider, Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back-biter, Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down. Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down. Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down.
Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane I’ve seen the whole world six times over Sea of japan to the cliffs of dover I’ve seen the whole world six times over Sea of japan to the cliffs of dover Overkill, overview Over my dead body Over me, over you Over everybody
Please could you stay awhile to share my grief For its such a lovely day To have to always feel this way And the time that I will suffer less Is when I never have to wake Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved The blackness of darkness forever Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved The blackness of darkness forever ... Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled And the masks, that the monsters wear To feed, upon their prey Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved The blackness of darkness forever Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved The blackness of darkness forever [INSTRUMENTAL] (always) doubled up inside Take awhile to shed my grief (always) doubled up inside Taunted, cruel.... ... Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved The blackness of darkness forever Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved The blackness of darkness forever
Here I am, rock you like a Hurricane. Anyone ever stop to think about that? Given the meteorological metaphor, would a lesser band rock some like a thunderstorm? Perhaps someone a little more mellow would prefer to be rocked like a nice drizzle. The easy-listening radio station could rock you like a partly cloudy day!
"I grew up with rock & roll But the blues wouldn't leave me alone." George Thorogood & the Destroyers, Delaware Slide
one more time I was born in this hotel washing dishes in the sink magazines and free soda trying hard not to think lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn She can talk to squirrels coming back from the convalescent home staring at sports cars crying rattlesnake on the ceiling gunpowder on my sleeve I will live here forever with the ocean and the bees lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn
Mr.Sun came up and he smiled at me. He said it was ganna' be a good one, just wait and see! Jumped out of bed, and I ran outside, feeling so extaicstatified. It's the Best day ever. It's the best day ever. I'm so busy, got nothing to do. Spent the last two hours just tieing my shoe. Every flower, every grain of sand is reaching out to shake my hand. Its the best day ever. It's the best day ever. Sometimes the little things start closing in on me. When i'm feeling down, I want to lose that frown, I stick my head out the window and I look around. These clouds don't scare me, they can't disguise. This magic that is happening, right before my eyes. Soon Mr.Moon, will be shining bright, so the best day ever can last all night, yes the best day ever is going to last all night now. It's the best day ever. It's the best day ever. It's the best day ever. It's the best day ever. It's the best day ever.
I'm noticing something......when lyrics are read versus heard, all songs suck more than they should. Turning poetry into music often works, but putting music back into the original poetry doesn't translate well IMO.
How graceful your movements How bitter your scorn I've been a teenager since before you were born And I'm younger than some I've only begun (Pet Shop Boys, Young Offender)
Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher’s daughter’s got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pickup truck Yeah we’re headed out west in a cloud of dust Runaway baby like a runaway train Like a train comin’ off the tracks Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Runaway and never look back Well, it’s a Vegas weddin’ at the break of day By a magistrate dressed in blue suede Lost all of our cash on a roll of the bones Had to pawn that ring just to get back home Runaway baby like a runaway train Like a train comin’ off the tracks Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Runaway and never look back In a cheap motel on the county line Sneakin’ back into town in the black of night I heard the preacher screamin’ through the motel door Yeah he’s cursin’ my soul in the name of the Lord Runaway baby like a runaway train Like a train comin’ off the tracks Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Runaway baby like a runaway train Like a train comin’ off the tracks Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Runaway and never look back Runaway and never look back
A man walks down the street He says why am I soft in the middle now Why am I soft in the middle The rest of my life is so hard I need a photo-opportunity I want a shot at redemption Don't want to end up a cartoon In a cartoon graveyard Bonedigger Bonedigger Dogs in the moonlight Far away my well-lit door Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly Get these mutts away from me You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al A man walks down the street He says why am I short of attention Got a short little span of attention And wo my nights are so long Where's my wife and family What if I die here Who'll be my role-model Now that my role-model is Gone Gone He ducked back down the alley With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl All along along There were incidents and accidents There were hints and allegations If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al A man walks down the street It's a street in a strange world Maybe it's the Third World Maybe it's his first time around He doesn't speak the language He holds no currency He is a foreign man He is surrounded by the sound The sound Cattle in the marketplace Scatterlings and orphanages He looks around, around He sees angels in the architecture Spinning in infinity He says Amen! and Hallelujah! If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al
You can call me Al has great backup vocals by Zulu singers Ladysmith Black Mombaza. On a sidenote, dig these Zulu singers on "Scatterlings!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oLXwEYbuL8
The spark in your eye sets my soul on fire your voice is like a angel above The touch of your hand woman drives me insane but baby I want's to be loved I'm crazy 'bout every little thing you do I even cherish your hug Your kisses so sweet honey they can't be beat but baby I want's to be loved
I want my, I want my M.T.V. Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the M.T.V. That ain't working, that's the way you do it Money for nothing and your chicks for free Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it Let me tell you them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Baby get a blister on your thumb We got to install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators We got to move these colour T.V.'s The little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy, that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We got to install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators We got to move these colour T.V.'s We got to install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators We got to move these colour T.V.'s Look at that, look at that I should have learned to play the guitar I should have learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it sticking in the camera Man we can have some And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't working, that's the way you do it Get your money for nothing get your chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators We got to move these colour T.V.'s Listen here Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the M.T.V. That ain't working, that's the way you do it Money for nothing and your chicks for free Money for nothing and chicks for free Get your money for nothing, get your chicks for free Money for nothing, chicks for free Look at that, look at that Get your money for nothing, get your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my M.T.V.) Money for nothing and chicks for free Easy, easy That ain't working
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me, occupy my brain? Oh yeah I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot Don't wanna be some beer swillin' hockey nut And do I look like some frostbitten hose-head? I never learned my alphabet from A to Zed They all live on donuts and moose meat And they leave the house without packin' heat Never even bring their guns to the mall And you know what else is too funny? Their stupid Monopoly money Can't take 'em seriously at all Well maple syrup and snow's what they export They treat curling just like it's a real sport They think their silly accent is so cute Can't understand a thing they're talkin' aboot Sure they got their national health care Cheaper meds, low crime rates and clean air Then again well they got Celine Dion Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni And dream of drivin' a Zamboni All over Saskatchewan Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot Won't figure out their temperature in Celsius See the map, they're hoverin' right over us Tell you the truth, it makes me kinda nervous Always hear the same kind of story Break their nose and they'll just say "sorry" Tell me what kind of freaks are that polite? It's gotta mean they're all up to somethin' So quick, before they see it comin' Time for a pre-emptive strike!
Why can't I get just one kiss? Why can't I get just one kiss? Believe me, Somethings I wouldn't miss But I look at you pants and I need a kiss. Why can't I get just one screw? Why can't I get just one screw? Believe me, I'd know what to do. But something won't let me make love to you. Why can't I get just one fuck? Why can't I get just one fuck? I guess it's got something to do with luck But I've waited my whole life for just one Day after day I get angry And I will say That the day is in my sight When I take a bow and say goodnight Oh my my my my my oh my mum Have you kept your eye Your eye on your son? I know you've had problems You're not the only one When your sugar left, he left you on the run Mo my my my my my mo my mum Take a look now Look what your boy has done He's walking around like he's number one You went downtown and got him a gun. Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me You know you got my sympathy But don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me You know you got my sympathy But don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me Broken down kitchen at the top of the stairs Can I mix in with your affairs? Share a smoke, Make a joke Grasp and reach for a leg of hope Words to memorize, words hypnotize Words make my mouth exercise. Words all fail the magic prize Nothing I can say when I'm in your thighs Oh my my my my my mo my mother I would love to love you lover City's restless It's ready to pounce Here in your bed from ounce to ounce Sayin' oh my my my my my mo my mother I would love to love you lover The city's restless It's ready to pounce Here in your bed from ounce to ounce I've given you a decision to make Things to lose, things to take Just as she's about ready to cut it up She says Wait a minute honey I'm gonna add it up Add it up (x8) Day after day I get angry and I will say That the day is in my sight When I take a bow and say goodnight
We gotta hold on to what we've got It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not We got each other and that's a lot For love we'll give it a shot! Oh, we're half way there Oh oh, livin' on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it I swear Oh oh, livin' on a prayer Livin' on a prayer! We gotta hold on ready or not You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
If I leave here tomorrow, Would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on, now. 'Cause there's too many places I've got to be...
In this world I walk alone With no place to call my home, But there's one who holds my hand Through rugged roads, through barren lands. The way is dark, the road is steep, But He's become my eyes to see, The strength to climb, my griefs to bear. The Savior lives inside me there.
I need someone, a person to talk to Someone who'd care to love Could it be you Could it be you Situation gets rough Then I start to panic It's not enough It's just a habit Hey kid you're sick Darling this is it You can all just kiss off into the air Behind my back I can see them stare They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time Yeah yeah, they do it all the time" I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record "Oh yeah? Well, don't get so distressed Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed? I take one one one 'cause you left me And two two two for my family And three three three for my heartache And four four four for my headaches And five five five for my lonely And six six six for my sorrow And seven seven seven for no tomorrow And eight eight eight I forget what eight was for And nine nine nine for a lost god And ten ten ten for everything everything everything everything You can all just kiss off into the air Behind my back I can see them stare They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time Yeah yeah, they do it all the time"
Look inside, look inside your tiny mind Then look a bit harder 'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired Of all the hatred you harbor So you say it's not okay to be gay Well, I think you're just evil You're just some racist who can't tie my laces Your point of view is medieval Fuck you, fuck you very, very much 'Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch Fuck you, fuck you very, very much 'Cause your words don't translate And it's getting quite late So please don't stay in touch Do you get, do you get a little kick Out of being small minded? You want to be like your father It's approval you're after Well, that's not how you find it Do you, do you really enjoy Living a life that's so hateful? 'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be You're losing control a bit And it's really distasteful Fuck you, fuck you very, very much 'Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch Fuck you, fuck you very, very much 'Cause your words don't translate And it's getting quite late So please don't stay in touch Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Fuck you You say you think we need to go to war Well, you're already in one 'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew No one wants your opinion Fuck you, fuck you very, very much 'Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch Fuck you, fuck you very, very much 'Cause your words don't translate And it's getting quite late So please don't stay in touch Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
