So put your hands down my pants and I’ll bet you’ll feel nuts
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Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back
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I’m exposing myself to ridicule here, but
Driving through the long night
Trying to figure who’s right and who’s wrong
Now the kid has gone. I sit belted up tight,
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, steering on.
And I might be more a man if I stopped this in its tracks
And said come on, let’s go home. But she’s got the wheel,
And I’ve got nothing except what I have on.
When you’re driving with the brakes on,
When you’re swimming with your boots on,
It’s hard to say you love someone
And it’s hard to say you don’t.
Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
The thing we’ve done.
She shuts up the ashtray and I say it’s a long way back now hon
And she just yawns. And we might get lost someplace
So desolate that no one where we’re from would ever come
But she’s got the wheel and I’ve got to deal from now on.
But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide,
Nothing’s gonna make me break from her side.
It’s age appropriate if nothing else
You know I always lost my mind
But now I’m home
And I’m free
Did I pass the acid test?
I’ve been listening a lot to this one lately. it really speaks to something primal in me
Baby Shark do do do do do
Baby shark do do do do do
Baby shark do do do do do
Baby shark
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Ev’rywhere I hear the sound
Of marching charging feet, boy
'Cause winter’s here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy
Well now, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n’ roll band?
'Cause in sleepy New York town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man, no
Hey think the time is right
For a palace revolution
But where I live the game
To play is compromise solution
Well now, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n’ roll band?
'Cause in sleepy New York town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man, no. Get down.
Hey so my name is called Disturbance
I’ll shout and scream
I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n’ roll band?
'Cause in sleepy New York town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man, no
Get down
I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, le le le le le le le
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren’t bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains, mmm mmm
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Oh, fuck it all!
Sick of being sick and tired, sick of understanding
Tired of feeling sick to my stomach
Demons inside command me
They’re saying crush it, break it, smash it
Fuckin’ kill 'em all!
Laugh as it falls away
I won’t dodge another silver bullet
Just to save a little face
I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions
How many people really care?
How many will be standing?
I’ll light the match, the flame, the fuse, the bomb
Rescue the world from slavery
I wanna torch it, burn it, scorch it, fuckin’ stomp it out
Laugh as it blows away
I won’t eat another rotten apple
Though I’ve grown to like the taste
I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions
I want you to hurt, want you to bleed
I want you to look beyond your own face
Past your infections
I’m taking back control with my knuckles
Taking back control with my knuckles
I’m taking back control with my knuckles
Taking back control with my knuckles
Smash it, burn it, break it, kill it
Fuck 'em all!
I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions
I want you to hurt, want you to bleed
I want you to look beyond your own face
Past your infections
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That is a serious song. Brilliant lyrics.
If ever a lyric summed up a forum
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They really speak to these dangerous Lawless times the people of NYC live in I find
Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion
And all those things I didn’t say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
My power’s turned on
Starting right now I’ll be strong
I’ll play my fight song
And I don’t really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me
Losing friends and I’m chasing sleep
Everybody’s worried about me
In too deep
Say I’m in too deep (in too deep)
And it’s been two years I miss my home
But there’s a fire burning in my bones
Still believe
Yeah, I still believe
And all those things I didn’t say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
My power’s turned on
Starting right now I’ll be strong
I’ll play my fight song
And I don’t really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me
A lot of fight left in me
Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
My power’s turned on
Starting right now I’ll be strong (I’ll be strong)
I’ll play my fight song
And I don’t really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me
Know I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me
One of my favourite opening couplets…
Son, I’m thirty
I only went with your mother 'cause she’s dirty
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It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats, well it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my face after all
Steven Patrick Morrissey, That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore
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Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
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Superb.
I heard it on the radio last week and I cant get it out of my head — I know you’ve mentioned the song a few times and his age … it’s as good as you 'll hear.
George Michael was a stone cold legend.
Not just because he was an extremely decent sort but because in Careless Whisper and Last Christmas (and possibly Jesus to a Child) he had some of the best pop tunes out there.
And his voice was incredible.
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dont forget father figure and freedom!
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