Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for July, 2008

by Ani DiFranco
from the album Not So Soft

you are subtle as a window pane
standing in my view
but I will wait for it to rain
so that I can see you
you call me up at night
when there’s no light passing through
and you think that I don’t understand
but I do

we don’t say everything that we could
so that we can say later
oh, you misunderstood
I hold my cards up
close to my chest
I say what I have to
and I hold back the rest

’cause someone you don’t know
is someone you don’t know
get a firm grip, girl
before you let go
for every hand extended
another lies in wait
keep your eye on that one
anticipate

dress down get out there
pick a fight with the police
we will get it all on film
for the new release
seems like everyone’s an actor
or they’re an actor’s best friend
I wonder what was wrong to begin with
that they should all have to pretend
we lost sight of everything
when we have to keep checking our backs
I think we should all just smile
come clean
and relax

if there’s anything I’ve learned
all these years on my own
it’s how to find my own way there
and how to find my own way back home

by Jewel
from the album Pieces Of You

You’re mothers’ child
but night lays you down
hair aflame, wile look in your eye
Naked belly to the ground
A forest fire
Nibbles at your veins
Crawls up your arm
runs away with your mind
And burns dry thoughts like leaves
Amen
Eyes stare up
but something’s in the way
In the Bible only angels have wings
And the rest must wait to be saved
A dry tongue
Screams at the sky
But the wind just breathes words in
As a strange bird tries to fly
Amen
Pieces of us die everyday
As though our flesh were hell
Such injustice, as children we are told
That from God we fell.
Where are my angels?
Where’s my golden one?
Where’s my hope
now that my heroes have gone?
Some are being beaten
Some are being born.
And some can’t tell the difference anymore
Amen
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

by Madonna
from the album Like A Prayer

(Whispered:)
For thou art the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory
Forever and ever. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,
Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy…

(Spoken:)
Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee
And I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment
But most of all, because I have offended Thee, oh my God
Who art all good and deserving of all my love.
I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace
To confess my sins, to do penance, to amend my life,
And to avoid the temptations of evil.

Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee
And I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment
But most of all, because my God, I have offended Thee
Who art all good
Like I knew you would
And deserving of all my love
I reserve, I reserve, I reserve
I reserve, I resolve
I have a reservation
I have a reservation!
What do you mean it’s not in the computer??!!

by Flogging Molly
from the album Drunken Lullabies

T`was in the early evenin`
Near the presence of the moon
You told me you would meet me here
Well now is not too soon
This dagger twisting in my back
Tells me I never should
Have trusted everything to fall
From beggar to fool
I see your face like every race
A serpent with two arms
Devouring me while rains the sun
With dreams in foreign lands
This cold dark tormented hell
Is all I`ll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be the judge
With another bag of bricks

I scratch your name across these walls
And with my blood turns red
Then drips upon my killing floor
Where I now call my bed
No precious light to harbor
Like so many here before
Now breathes a thousand more
With another bag of bricks

Temper filled with blindness
Leads this lost and lonely man
Dragged around your whipping tree
A scourge you can`t command
So deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
Scowl me with your hollow eyes
Still burnin` to the core
No door will go unanswerd
Like so many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon
This tired and beatin` war
When all return to exile
Free from all once bound
Decline and brawl old parasites
The truth will yet be found
With another bag of bricks

This cold dark tormented hell
Is all I`ll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be the judge
With another bag of bricks

by Dirty Vegas
from the album Dirty Vegas

Through these eyes I see
There’s a place for me
And life is full of questions
That keep me alive

Through these veins I feel
A certain kind of thrill
And I’m flying in all directions
And that keeps me alive

Would you sell the story
Drown in all the glory
That surrounds you
Surrounds you!

Won’t you shelter me
Keep me company
As I’m searching for protection
To keep me alive

With these hands I feel
A certain kind of thrill
And I have in my possesion
What keeps me alive

Secrets I have found
It turns my head around
And that keeps me alive

It’s what keeps me alive
It’s what keeps me alive
And I’m flying in all directions
It’s what keeps me alive

by Madonna
from the album Evita Soundtrack (Part 2)

Che: And the money kept rolling in from every side

Eva’s pretty hands reached out and they reached wide
Now you may feel it should have been a voluntary cause
But that’s not the point my friends
When the money keeps rolling in you don’t ask how
Think of all the people guaranteed a good time now
Eva’s called the hungry to her open up the doors
Never been a fund like the Foundation Eva Peron

Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on in rolling on in rolling on in rolling on in on in

Would you like to try a college education
Own your landlord’s house take the family on vacation
Eva and her blessed fund can make your dreams come true
Here’s all you have to do my friends
Write your name and your dream on a card or a pad or a ticket
Throw it high into the air and should our lady pick it
She will change your way of life for a week or even two
Name me anyone who cares as much as Eva Peron

Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out

And the money kept rolling out in all directions
To the poor to the weak to the destitute of all complexions
Now cynics claim a little of the cash has gone astray
But that’s not the point my friends
When the money keeps rolling out you don’t keep books
You can tell you’ve done well by the happy grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Peron

Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out

Eva

When the money keeps rolling out you don’t keep books
You can tell you’ve done well by the happy grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Peron

Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out

by Cypress Hill
from the album Cypress Hill IV

Ladies and gentlemen
We would like to present to you
a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous
Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill

[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man’s list
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse One: B-Real

So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy
on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be
one who is solo, runnin the whole game
That’s bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine
But I’m taking on all comers, droppin bombers
Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer
This, one emcee he couldn’t deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill
Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme
like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow
I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source
Tried to get XXL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel

[B-Real] 16 men now there’s 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men now there’s 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse Two: B-Real

I’m trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save
your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin
That’s like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson
Ass-whoop all over the place, you can’t hide behind
the physical, better run to the spiritual
Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it
from the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The fuckin cynical shit brains
As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO!
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin flow
but you’re locked out, and the bomb’s about to blow

[B-Real] 16 men let me see who’s next
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse Three: B-Real

Twelve punks to go, who’s next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
Who made him all the money to overcome?
Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab
He was rollin big balla style, high profile
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
Welcome to the 360, degrees
Pay a fee when you fuckin your people over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no loyalty
to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty
Aiyyo time’s up, you’re gonna end up seein visions
of everybody, you fucked over, you’re Scared Sober

[B-Real] 16 men till there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[B-Real] 16 men till there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go

Verse Four: B-Real

Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul
And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo
Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
like Ass Miller, and that fuckin ex-dealer
Can’t forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a
And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer
You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett
Let me step, over the hump, and represent it
You go down like Jerry, and get smacked
like Trick Leo, now here’s your fuckin eulogy-o!

[B-Real] That was 16 men now there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[B-Real] 16 men now there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo

by Red Hot Chili Peppers
from the album Blood Sugar Sex Magik

Sittin’ on a sack of beans
Sittin’ down in New Orleans
You wouldn’t believe what I’ve seen
Sitting on that sack of beans

Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don’t mix with politics
People on the street just kickin’ to the licks

Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee (MI.)
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans

Oh good brother just when I thought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And I dropped my jaw

I saw a bird walkin down the block
Name Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to please not knock

(repeat MI.)

A little boy came along
Name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willy

So I found her in the quarter
Good God how I adored her
Oh she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her Rosey

I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I’ll take you with me girl anywhere (MII)
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I liked better

Twinkle twinkle little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin’ down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hard

Apache Rose gotta rockin’ peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin’ to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those built in heaters

(repeat MII)

Voodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin’ their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg someone might hump it

Chicken strut your butt let’s rock
Gettin’ it on under your frock
Flowing like a flame all through the night
My girl’s insane but it’s all right

(repeat MI.)

by Wu-Tang Clan
from the album The Swarm

***Chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y’all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all

[Killa Sin]
We move on MC’s mechanically
Strike nerves like Ghost’s verse on ‘Can It Be’
hard to touch retarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
respect this, specialist, black
testing this will get ya necklace jacked
and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that’ll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw, but sober up when I’m approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on that ass that’s gonna do what they supposed to do
The limelight, snatched away from you because it’s my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
with dust flows, robotic movement, and blurry eyesights
What you want I already got
and that’s control, I keep my head high, hand pon cock
and pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck

[Dom Pachino]
Yo farotion never fails
shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
inhale life, exhale strive anxiety’s trife
blowin’ smoke out my peace pipe
Ducking the snipe
shot off the top of the White House and cop 4′S
war never does and many causes
my offense is my defense extreme precautious
moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
ya forcing it
parishly extortionists
aborting this
space ship thats spacious face it
im on contain shit
pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
the case is
if not ya basic
way to make shit
embrace it
knowing some day you’ll have to face it

***Chorus***
Fuck y’all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so fuck y’all, so fuck y’all niggas)

[Bobby Digital]
yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calm
First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes
you’d be most wise to pay close attention
to willy lynchin’
its stupid to fuck wit’ Bobby Steel’s henchmen
I step into presidential
credentials, evident my potential
be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
only ones can know me
swore me before the Dolby
Alexis Colby broads try to control me
pussy whip me like Toby
fuck the local
I move global
economical
ship sea promise fool
my info glow
and the dark Wu-Tang logo
sparks the attention, look listen observe
killa bee swerv
slam like Dr. Julias Erv
still strike the vital nerve
charter through the Magna Carta
trapped like Otis and Carter
wild like a Shaolin child from Mariners Harbor
king devine forced to shine
head burst open like a bottle of Pine
use penmenship
when I write my script
blunt spark em’ and them mark em’ homeless
Killa Hill syndrome
peace to Two Tone
he must know me to understand me from what you do
to realize I’m you
everything I do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe
of Levi smoke out and not steal
or blunt spill
the indestructable Bobby Steel’s is here

[Method Man]
Yo In The Heat of The Night
my 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and Trappa John M.D.
full metal jackets
cuz’ some gots to have it
kill or be killed
only time will reveal
I think by myself
and I drink by myself
from 9-8 until
let me know its real son if its really real
understandable
self explainable
caution John Blaze flamable
when under pressure, interchangable and still
coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
how Johnny do it
dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
two and off
stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
bottom line be this high, explosive
not for the average Joseph
come and get some
hol’ it, keep one
up in the chamber
blast wit’ my middle finger
now I toss men
attack like the Four Horsemen
see me dog walkin’
strickly getty-o slang talkin’
all up in thease guts, soften
thease rap niggas, official
we slap niggas
wit’ mak’ charges
dope shit regardless
we usually take another niggas garments (what)

[Killarmy]
Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in ‘98
niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians
who be pola-tickin’
slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software
placed in the rear of ya ear
as I sit the next year
all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
shit is critical
like the hallways in my projects
similar to the streets in Tibet
fuck that I aint playin’ wit’ a full deck (son, son, son, son)

by Whitney Houston
from the album I’m Your Baby Tonight

I used to cry myself to sleep at night
But that was all before he came
I thought love had to hurt to turn out right
But now he’s here
It’s not the same, it’s not the same

Chorus:
He fills me up
He gives me love
More love than I’ve ever seen
He’s all I’ve got,
He’s all I’ve got in this world
But he’s all the man that I need

And in the morning when I kiss his eyes
He takes me down and rocks me slow
And in the evening when the moon is high
He holds me close and won’t let go
He won’t let go

chorus