Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for July, 2007

by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
from the album The Boatman’s Call

I’ve felt you coming girl, as you drew near
I knew you’d find me, cause I longed you here
Are you my desitiny? Is this how you’ll appear?
Wrapped in a coat with the tears in your eyes?
Well take that coat babe, and throw it on the floor
Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?

As you’ve been moving surely toward me
My soul has comforted and assured me
That in time my heart it will reward me
And that all will be revealed
So I’ve sat and I’ve watched an ice-age thaw
Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built
Out of longing great wonders have been willed
They’re only little tears, darling, let them spill
And lay your head upon my shoulder
Outside my window the world has gone to war
Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?

O we will know, won’t we?
The stars will explode in the sky
But they don’t, do they?
Stars have their moment and then they die

There’s a man who spoke wonders though I’ve never met him
He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in"
I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting
And how every little thing anticipates you
All down my veins my heart-strings call
Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?
Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?

by Redman
from the album Dare Iz a Darkside

Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
I’m high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys
I would be brief but my Karl Kani’s didn’t dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it’s freshly picked from the swamps
So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
Then I’ll be back for me, I’m Sure, like Al B.
Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba
Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh’s the number
Who can get swift with the microphone mist
Plus I’m crisp like CD’s on LP’s in 3D
My funk respect it, cosmic injected
That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It’s gonna hurt — no it’s not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don’t know your ass better tell her, like this y’all

There’s a million and one blunt spots all over the world
That got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
I’m packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn’t know your nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals
and I, set the world on fire
Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher
You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC’s like Hank Shocklee
I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D
That’s doin three pack, now where I get the hash at
You can’t fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, I’m rough like McGruff on dust
There’s a million and one blunt spots in America
Yeah I’m tellin ya

Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air
Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M
One of the America’s Most Blunted
Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn’t work, because they Lee nails got longer
But the weed is good for when you’re mackin
and girls can front it off like they don’t know shit that happened
I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker
So check!
My stamina, your ass couldn’t snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera
Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots
I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*

by Sinch
from the album Sinch

I’m less than nothing and holding my nerves
Exposed and lonely, addiction draws me near
Designed to crush me a six year haze as the substance lets me down
Cause it’s not real and that’s why
It’s how I always want to feel so let’s die before the secrets get revealed
I’m falling over from scratches built through time
For timeless mistakes, my memories dissolve and all I know are these scars
And it’s not real and that’s why
It’s how I always want to feel so let’s die, before the secrets get revealed
I’ve tried but nothing can ever appeal and if you don’t mind I’d like to throw it all away
Well I’ve been down that road, the sober soldier
I doubt I’ll make it home so get me away from here, before I fall apart
Cause it’s easy to do and it feels and it seems true
But it’s not real and that’s why
Its how I always want to feel so let’s die, before the secret gets revealed
I’ve tried but nothing ever can appeal and if you don’t mind I’d like to throw it all away.

by Sick Of It All
from the album Blood, Sweat & No Tears

Living in this world that’s full of hate
I just try to keep to myself
People gonna fuck with you anyway
They just can’t leave you alone
Giving you advice you don’t wanna hear
Like thier lives are so great

All of their lies filled me with anger and hate
There’s always someone watching every move you make

Living in this world that’s full of fools
I just try to keep to myself
People always throwing thier opinions at you
Makes it hard to see things clear
Just remember that in the end
The final decision is up to you

All of their lies filled me with anger and hate
They had their greed and their dictations
I just pretend to live a life in solitude
All I wanna be is left alone
Disappointment was all you got from me
All I wanna be is left alone
All I wanna be is left alone
All I wanna be is left alone

by Def Leppard
from the album On Through The Night

When the night time unfolds and the memories that you hold
Bring a light to your eyes though you know it’s disguise
When the night turns to day you turn around and say
Magic mirror please tell is this heaven or hell?
Answer to the master

Can you look to the sky? Can you live through your lie?
Of the thoughts you can’t trace which time can’t erase
To a face on the wall do you often recall
What you said on the night when the new full moon was rising?
Answer to the master

When the night time unfolds and the memories that you hold
Bring a light to your eyes though you know it’s disguise
When the night turns to day and you turn around and say
Magic mirror please tell is this heaven or hell?
Answer to the master
Answer to the master

by Hombres G
from the album N/A

Cuando cae la noche…
Sé que voy a ser
El hombre que despertará
Junto a ti al amanecer…

Ando por la calle… y sé que voy a ser
El hombre que irá donde le lleven tus pies
Y andaría 1.000 kilómetros y otros 1.000 mi corazón
Y ser el hombre que andará 2.000 kilómetros por tu amor

Cuando bebo un poco… creo que sé que van a ser
Tus ojos los que me miren antes de desfallecer
Y cuando vuelvo a casa
Se que volveré… volveré a la misma casa
Donde contigo volví a nacer

Y sólo por ti… voy a ser ese hombre
Que cuidará de ti… de día y de noche
Y que andará 1.000 kilómetros y 1.000 su corazón
Y ser el hombre que andará 2.000 kilómetros por tu amor.

Y cuando estoy solo… no sé dónde estoy
Necesito verte para saber quién soy
Y andaría 1.000 kilómetros y 1.000 mi corazón…
Y ser el hombre que andará 2.000 kilómetros por tu amor…

Y ser el hombre que andará 2.000 kilómetros por tu amor…
Y ser el hombre que andará 2.000 kilómetros…
Por tu amor.

by Uncle Kracker
from the album Double Wide

Walked up in the bar and sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin pool and he thought he was good
Cause he bet me five dimes, he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick, tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sick back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn’t squeal, but it looked like it hurt
And it did cause he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked, but what’s worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said, I’m sorry bout your luck
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck

Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s

How bout the guy, used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn’t wear gloves, he was too hard core
May he rest in peace, we don’t see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin to make her way
She moved to the city, all she wanted was a job
Now she’s underneath the desk tryin to move to the top
It won’t stop cause the circle won’t let it
Be careful what you wish for, you might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin with the honey and the mouse and the cheese

Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s

You could beat the system, you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
I’magine everything you ever worked for, strived for
Suddenly becomin everything your gonna die for
Now what’d ya live for
Nothing anymore right
How could you live your whole life uptight
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud, but you couldn’t come clean
And that makes you dirty, now how does that feel
Living life like an open cut that won’t heal
Sore at the world and you don’t know why
You bounced like a ball and that’s how you’ll die

Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s

Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
That’s a dead man’s hand
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s
Ace’s and eight’s

by Blink 182
from the album Dude Ranch

I’ve got her in my head at night when I go to bed
And I know it sounds lame but she’s the girl of my dreams
And of course I’d do anything for her
I’d search the moons of endor
I’d even walk naked through the deserts of tatooine
Princess Leia where are you tonight
And who’s laying there by your side
Every night I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone
And even though I’m not as cool as Han
I still want to be your man
You’re exactly the kind of alderranian that I need
But when you wre available
I was drinking cold 45’s with Lando
I was hanging out in the cantina in Mos Eisly
Princess Leia where are you tonight
And who’s laying there by your side
Every night I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the
courage
to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those I
had to
kill because they pissed me off.

by Sheryl Crow
from the album Sheryl Crow

Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he’s a flipped out cat
He’s a platinum canary, drinkin’ falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented lear
Bottom feeder insincere
Prophet lo-fi pioneer
Sell the house and go to school
Get a young girlfriend, daddy’s jewel

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

God’s little gift is on the rag
Poster girl posing in a fashion mag
Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde
Wear your fake fur on the inside
Queen of south beach, aging blues
Dinner’s at six, wear your cement shoes
I thought you were singing your heart out to me
Your lips were syncing and now I see

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

Chasing dragons with plastic swords
Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I’m calling Buddy on the ouija board
I’ve been thinking ’bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by the radar range
Hello it’s me, I’m not at home
If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone

A change would do you good
A change would do you good
Hello, it’s me, I’m not at home
If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

by Foxy Brown
from the album Broken Silence

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

I grew up in the thoroist borough – B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin’ D.K.
Gav was the first dude wit’ the C.L.K.
and bricks was gettin’ shipped outta east L.A.
It’s Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken
Fourty-three and Hemlock, they fifth bit cock
We cryed when they killed Lenox and popped them rocks
(aiyyo, ya ain’t hear, what {the fuck} I just said?)
B.K. – the home of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith ships, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
I grew up here, sip mo’, threw up here
Yo the feds snatched two up here, in B.K.
Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and grey
Gorillas got rich from still wells and P.A.

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

Brooklyn! The livest borough
You come here front, you might die in this borough
The east, the feelin’ best dies in this borough
Full of projects, the wildest borough
Try to figure out which side is thoro
From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin’ cons
Niggaz rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban’s
So women here make a livin’ just carryin’ bombs
We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit
In the club, buyin’ out Cris’, pour us a little bit
I told y’all that my borough is thoro
I know niggaz that’ll clap you up and bury the metal
Same day, still in the hood and so ghetto
Brook-non, holla back, get your crook on
Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight
Everytime poppy raise the way to that eight
Motherfuckers!

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

It’s B.K. nigga, get yo’ vest ate up
Over them chips, you could get S-Ked up
They find you in the back of the buildin’ – sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By 21 – some’ll be dead
By 22 – the rest of these dudes are bein’ feds
We got change but we still FUCKED up
Niggaz is outta jail but they locked up
The feds takin’ prints when we pullin’ the drops up
BK open up, get popped up
You know whats the borough where cats drive wit’ the box in the truck
Tre pound locked up, wrist be rocked up
Yellin’ out "Get down, lay down when we pop up!"
Blocks so hot we drop the rocks wit’ tops up
Windows tinted, you can’t see whos in it
It’s Brown nigga, I represent it, it’s Brooklyn!

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

B.K. borough bitches, ain’t nuttin’ but the best in here
The streets of New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga
Fuck y’all know ’bout bang-outs, gettin’ busy?
Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz
Brooklyn nigga!