Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for December, 2008

by Carlos Gardel
from the album N/A

Adios muchachos, compañeros de mi vida,
Barra querida de aquellos tiempos
Me toca a mi hoy emprender la retirada,

Debo alejarme de mi buena muchachada.
Adios muchachos.
Ya me voy y me resigno…

Contra el destino nadie la talla…
Se terminaron para mi todas las farras.
Mi cuerpo enfermo no resiste más…

Acuden a mi mente recuerdos de otros tiempos,
De los bellos momentos que antaño disfrute,
Cerquita de mi madre, santa viejita.

Y de mi noviecita que tanto idolatre.
Se acuerdan que era hermosa,
Más bella que una diosa.

Y que, ebrio yo de amor, le di mi corazón?.
Más el Señor, celoso de sus encantos,
Hundiendome en el llanto, me la llevo.

Es Dios el juez supremo. No hay quien se le resista.
Ya estoy acostumbrado su ley a respetar.
Pues mi vida deshizo con sus mandatos.

Al robarme a mi madre y a mi novia también
Dos lagrimas sinceras derramo en mi partida
Por la barra querida que nunca me olvido.

Y al darle, mis amigos, el adiós postrero,
Les doy con toda mi alma, mi bendición.

by Moonspell
from the album Irreligious

Forever young in a ground so cold
The splendor of your death still fresh to behold

In your neck an open wound
To spawn life into your Love
And to feed the creatures of our world

We have tasted from the poisoned gift of love
Which condemned us to forever fly alone

We have experienced an aged potion
The wine of life which stole us light
May we gather again and be as one
And to forever relish in the twin joys

As we taste from the poisoned gift of love

Forever young in a ground so cold
The splendour of your dance still there to behold

Our legend is a sin in tongues
To eternal sleep, to trance we belong
We are now but an empty glance
Palid is your state of grace

To eternal sleep we belong
Feeling the rapture of the world
Beneath the violence of this curse
From the poisoned gift of love

Once I asked you to fly
Tonight I recreate the vow:
Do not fail to love Me as I have failed to die
With you…

by Bee Gees
from the album Size Isn’t Everything

Ooh ooh ooh
When you wait and you watch
And you’re wishing for something wild
I figure I can please you someday someway
I figure I can put your love on trial
I’m taking you back to school
Talk about making it something real
Nobody could deny you anything

(CHORUS)
You know I’d do anything
Anything for you
You know I’d do anything
Anything for you
You know I’d do anything
Anything for you
You know I’d do anything
Anything for you

You you you
You can run with the fun
You can tickle my nerves inside
In the face of heartbreak, heartache
It’s gonna be a magic carpet ride
Better we make it soon
Let it be the one that make you
Cry for more
Anyone else would buy you anything
I’d do anything

(CHORUS)

I’d do anything
I’d do anything
I’d do anything
I’d do anything

(CHORUS)

I’d do anything
I’d do anything
I’d do anything
I’d do anything

by The Tragically Hip
from the album Music @ Work

As I wind down the pines
it’s the lines on your face
playing on your face.

Without thinking so much
as abandoning thought
I went through open country
over water meadow streams
lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
to a nest in the hole of
this dead
tree.

To play without stopping or pause
not for silence not for applause
not without thinking
and thinking’s abandoning thought.

As I wind down the pines
it’s the lines on your face
playing on your face.

by Tori Amos
from the album Scarlet’s Walk

on my way up north
up on the ventura
i pulled back the hood
and i was talking to you
and i knew then it would be
a life long thing
but i didn’t know that we
we could break a silver lining

and i’m so sad
like a good book
i can’t put this day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you

things you said that day
up on the 101
the girl had come undone
i tried to downplay it
with a bet about us
you said that-
you’d take it
as long as i could
i could not erase it

and i’m so sad
like a good book
i can’t put this day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you

and i ride along side
and i rode along side
you then
and i rode along side
till you lost me there
in the open road
and i rode along side
till the honey spread
itself so thin
for me to break your bread
for me to take your word
i had to steal it

and i’m so sad
like a good book
i can’t put this day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you

i could pick back up
whenever i feel

down new mexico way
something about
the open road
i knew that he was
looking for some indian blood and
find a little in you find a little
in me we may be
on this road but
we’re just
impostors
in this country you know
so we go along and we said
we’d fake it
feel better with
oliver stone
till i
almost smacked him -
seemed right that night and
i don’t know what
takes hold
out there in the
desert cold
these guys think they must
try and just get over on us

and i’m so sad
like a good book
i can’t put this
day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you

and i was ridin’ by
ridin’ along side
for a while till you lost me
and i was ridin’ by
ridin’ along till you lost me
till you lost
me in
the rear
view
you lost me
i said

way up north i took my day
all in all was a pretty nice
day and i put the hood
right back where
you could taste heaven
perfectly
feel out the summer breeze
didn’t know when we’d be back
and i, i don’t
didn’t think
we’d end up like
like this

by Theatre Of Tragedy
from the album Assembly

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
From the automatic lover’s store
To the first floor of your backroom door
From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl
In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl
From the window of the red lit shop
To the hop-hop of the fluid swap
To the bang-bang when the wallet’s gone
And the run-run when the heat is on
From the automatic lover’s store
To the first floor of your homeroom door
And the cry-cry of your better half
To the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staff
From the plead-plead when you really want in
To the knead-knead ‘fore the blanket-spin
From the flush-flush of the bed-time art
To the raging heart when she doesn’t do her part
Don’t you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall
To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl
From the drink-drink until on the floor
To the blink-blink of the girl next door
To the rock-rock until off the hinge
To the luck-luck to complete the binge
From the rush-rush when you’re feeling bored
To the second floor of your homeroom door
To the plead-plead when you really want in
And the knead-knead ‘fore the blanket-spin
From the fug-fug of the bedroom air
To the hug-hug of the professional lair
To the automatic lover’s store
Where it feel-feels much less like a chore
To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip
To the electric trip of the perfect strip
Hey you are you oh-oh are you I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah
I owe you a kissy baby
Hey you are you oh-oh are you
I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah
I owe you a kissy baby.

by Faithless
from the album N/A

You’ve been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,
Girl you look like a bad dream,
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

You took the small change from the job in the hall,
Be back in an hour but you’re not back at all.
The children are crying, the flowers are dying,
There’s no food on the table,
I don’t think I’m able to cope,
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables,
With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling,
And jokes and tall tales that ain’t funny at all,
Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers,
Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar.
Oh, they’ve been pushing you too far.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You’ve been places I’ve never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

by Filter
from the album The Amalgamut

Last seat on the bus
Who you gonna trust
Which one do you follow
Last seat on the bus
Don’t make such a fuss
This much should make you hollow
‘Cause every time you make yourself the reason
Is everytime you make yourself between…
Yeah

Yeah, this is a American cliche
American, American
Get on the bus
Yeah, this is a American cliche
American, American
Get on the bus

First seat on the bus
Who you gonna trust
Which one do you may follow
First seat on the bus
Don’t make such a fuss
Which one do you make hollow
Now every time you make your friend the reason
And every time you make your friend beaten…yeah

Yeah, this is a American cliche
American, American
Get on the bus
Yeah, this is a American cliche
American, American
Get on the bus

You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same Oh no

by Pink Floyd
from the album More

Bath of tequila, Manuel
Leaf and cringle
Laugh at my lisp and kill you
I think
This Spanish music
It sets my soul on fire
Lovely seniorita
Your eyes are like stars
Your teeth are like pearls
Your ruby lips seniorita

by Brand Nubian
from the album One For All

Verse One: Grand Puba

I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin
Quick to toast an MC just like an english muffin
Don’t worry about a thing cause the Puba’s never bluffin
I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a Bufferin and I max
I wait until the opportune time and then I tax
But should I max?
Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I’m not a sinner
Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I’m no beginner
This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket
When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket
MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue
The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babalu
My boys I call em hot, the phones all of them jock
And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park
No I’m not a phony and I got a tenderoni
Love the way she is — not too fat, not too bony
Don’t drink Sanka, won’t sink like a tanker
Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her
Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink
Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit
Similar to the girl, on She’s Gotta Have It
I think with the brain and I whip behind the zipper
I’m living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
When I finish with this, I’ll be paid like Oprah
So if honey wants to act fly
I’ll just play like Guy and I’m [saying bye bye..]
[.. dumb bitch] Stick out your thumb and hitch
cause you’ve been cut off like a lightswitch
See I’m programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall
Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call
Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall
Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
To put it blunt, honey I smoked the kids
So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator
Cause you doesn’t find none greater

Verse Two: Derek X (now Sadat X)

On file is a style that’s why you caught a clip
My suitcases is packed and I’m going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
I go for self and still be slamming
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
for the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal didn’t hurt you just a nick
off your face don’t play possum
watch me and I’ll blossom like a rose
And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob
Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
If my crew don’t get in, then the x makes an exit
to the rear, I’m outta here, don’t front on my brothers
I take care of them before I take care of others
Now wood bats is doomed in the ninties it’s aluminum
Step to the stage with a mic and I’m doing him something awful
I’m a citizen and I’m lawful
I go to hunt another fall, rip the policemen’s ball
I got the power to make a car stall
I guess I’m great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
I stop drinking, and then I start thinking
About days in the past when Derek X was last
but now I’m on the top damn news travels fast
cuz I’m like that! They can’t see this
Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses
I took the time to delete all the curses
So moms reach deep in your purses
And buy me take me home and try me and do me well

Verse Three: Lord Jamar

Well, while I reign rhymes pour
You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dancefloor
Cause every time I step in a jam
I make like a door and slam
But then girls try to turn my knob cause I’m a hearthrob
I guess it’s just a hazard that comes with the job
Cause everytime I rock a rhyme that shows Jamar is intellectual
Girls want to get sexual
Well I guess I have to cope with being so dope
You want to be me, but can’t see me with a telescope
You seek and search but still you can’t find
You’re weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind
A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis
I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
And your analysis, is that the Lord
Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord
I do it good cause I’m a postive black man
Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man
Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual
To rock like the J it comes gradual
You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
And understand your culture of freedom
Power equally with the Gods
so you can build and form your cipher
All your life you must teach true
Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook
And when you do that, pursue that goal
which made the student enroll, and only then you’ll prosper