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so yeah you keep on making sounds
and it's kinda got me down
but I'm gonna let it go
I'm real generous you know
Oh no you don't
you don't have a clue
I know you don't
you only think that you do
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
I'm putting my foot down
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
I'm unplugging my leg bone now
and I'm gonna stretch it out
just a couple of more feet
and then hopefully you'll see me
What's that even mean?
I don't know
I don't know
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
I'm putting my foot down
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
I'm putting my foot down
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
We're talking about me now
Aladaladaladaladaladaldaldaldalada
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Time was, you could suffer fools
Dance until dawn, hold your liquor down
Like a pro, pirate clown
Nostalgia can be a bitch
Suit on the door with you 2.4
So mature, mellowed out
You were the first of us to break
Unlike the rules
It’s a shame you used to be cool
It’s a shame you used to be cool
Nuts to your fickle attitude
Magnetic sociopath addict
Devil may care, gone to ground
So what, we could grow up to
Ride on our high horses
Into blissful sunset, abdicate
You were the first of us to break
Unlike the rules
It’s a shame you used to be cool
It’s a shame you used to be cool
Keep your tight black suit
Your white shirt
And your skinny tie
Here’s a pair of socks
And sandals to try
You were the first of us to break
Unlike the rules
It’s a shame you used to be cool
It’s a shame you used to be…
It’s a shame you used to be…
It’s a shame you used to be cool
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If you go downtown, don't you dare close your eyes,
if you go downtown, don't you dare be motherfucking surprised...
My la-la la-la la-la la-la labia's lopsided, but I don't mind.
My la-la la-la la-la la-la labia's lopsided, but I don't mind.
My la-la la-la la-la la-la labia's lopsided, but I don't mind.
My la-la la-la la-la la-la labia's lopsided, but I don't mind.
If you go downtown, don't you dare close your eyes,
if you go downtown, don't you dare be motherfucking surprised.
If you go downtown, don't you dare close your eyes,
if you go downtown, don't you dare be motherfucking surprised...
My la-la la-la la-la la-la labia's lopsided, but I don't mind
My la-la la-la la-la la-la labia's lopsided, but I don't mind
My la-la la-la la-la la-la labia's lopsided, but I don't mind
My la-la la-la la-la la-la labia's lopsided, but I don't mind
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I've been looking for a way ahead, and I
Can't seem to find it and I don't know what to do about it
Think we'd better turn around instead
Go back to your place then we'll try it again
I've been thinking about the things we said, and I
Don't want to argue but I can't seem to forget about
I've been lying here awake in bed
Whisper in your ear that I don't know what I did
No man is an island
That's a nice metaphor
But if hell is other people then I'm really not sure
I thought it would be easy just to turn off the phone
But who am I gonna argue with when I am alone?
I've been thinking about the things we said, and I
Don't want to argue, and I know just what to do about it
I'll be lying here awake in bed
Whisper in your ear that I don't know what I did
I'll whisper in your ear that I don't know what I did
Whisper in your ear that you don't know what I did
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Home, Jeffrey's got a home.
Place, Jeffrey owns the place.
Well Jeffrey's got a home, so I know my place
Ornamental features disguise and give shape,
Superficial charm hanging from the drapes
Je ne sais quoi, both chaste and debased.
Jeffrey's place
.
Taste, redefine taste.
Have faith in Jeffrey's place.
For Jeffrey knows what's wrong, haunted by mistakes
Rupert Brooke's can charm but the sentiment's misplaced.
No rhyme or reason can quantify disgrace
He's lying to my face, lying to my face.
At Jeffrey's place
No escape, from Jeffrey's place
Esmeralda make haste to Jeffrey's place
Jeffrey knows what's wrong, haunted by disgrace
Promises will be broken, bought and replaced
Not a penny more, not a penny less
He's lied to my face, lied to my face
At Jeffrey's place.
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8. |
GrassRoof - Run Jungle
06:43
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Make my mind a whirlpool, a whirlpool in my mind
A sea of sound surrounds me, surround me in a sea of sound.
Fears all wash away while I'm sleeping,
Overtaken by my dreams of you.
There's no risk or danger, no confusion,
Only risk is sleeping for too long.
Make my mind a whirlpool, a whirlpool in my mind.
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I know you're probably wondering
What i am doing here
But I can tell you safely
I was sent by mother dear
Oh you know
I've got so much left
Talk to my face and tell me
That i am beautiful
I know you probably know me
But i don't know you at all
Oh it's too much for me now
Oh
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WHAT'S IN THE BOX, WHAT? WHAT'S IN THE BOX?
WHAT'S IN THE BOX, WHAT? WHAT'S IN THE BOX?
WHAT'S IN THE BOX, WHAT? WHAT'S IN THE BOX?
WHAT'S IN THE BOX, WHAT? WHAT'S IN THE BOX?
What's in the box? I want a clock that goes tick-tock
I want to be strong enough to go toe-to-toe with Brock
I want a bunch of CDs, but nothing by Kid Rock
Because he's a...
Hey Santa, wanna have a peep at my wishlist?
Chowing on some Prongles, yeah, I've done missed this
Back in the day all I craved
Was some time with my Mega Drive and my games
Hey Santa, can I have a Fire Flower
So I can shoot my enemies and have all the power
Please give me a 1-Up Mushroom so I can live again
A Super Star Power Up and never feel pain
Streets of Rage if my sack wasn't packed
Ate too much turkey had a heart attack
Sipped a few Snowballs after my dinner
A box of Celebrations, we're onto a winner
WHAT'S IN THE BOX...
If I hear that McCartney tune one more time
I can't be held liable for my crimes
Dear Lord, just let this day be over
I don't want Roy Wood looking over my shoulder
I want a pile of money so I don't have to work
So I can finance my own movie and film my own Clerks
Get nominated for awards and get invited to Cannes
And write stories for the goddam Batman
The only time of year I would sip on a sherry
Eat a cake so boozey it would kill Mary Berry
Getting chocolate wrappers in every nook and cranny
And it's only a few days until the Hootenanny
The last things I want are all made of Lego
I love those bricks like how Eleven loves Eggos
Can I get the Taj Mahal for 300 bucks?
You say that costs too much? Hey Santa, get stuffed!
WHAT'S IN THE BOX...
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Bingo Platitudes
Who can guess what you will say
From the hundreds
In your grab bag
Tired benevolent
All response is standardised
To the key words
Bingo Platitudes
I don’t know why
Tell me what’s the bottom line
Curse your interest
I don’t know why
Bingo Platitudes
One for every circumstance
Sent to mollify
Landing nowhere
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A restraining order is just a piece of paper;
it won't save you in the darkest of the night.
A locked door can only lock so far, not far enough;
it won't save you from the darkest of the night.
But I know what can save you if you can hold on tight,
I'll bring you a tube tonight!
I'm talking about danger cream! It's the only cream you'll need;
just spread it liberally all over your body and petty soon you'll see,
you'll be danger free!
A condom won't help you in a car crash;
it won't save you from fuckin' up your life.
A pension plan won't save you in a fire, a house fire!
I won't save you from the dark side of your wife!
But I know what can save you if you can hold on tight,
I'll bring you a tube tonight!
I'm talking about danger cream! It's the only cream you'll need;
just spread it liberally all over your body and petty soon you'll see,
you'll be danger free!
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Remember when you crossed the graveyard to find me
You fell and laid there in the dirt
Now I cannot breathe, I cannot speak
Let the cold and rain pour on my sheets
Leave me in the middle of the night
Can't you feel my arms, they're reaching out
Can't you feel my chest under your knife
I'm trying not to take the burden onto me
You're trying not to let yourself cry so easily
Not be like me
Let the cold and rain pour on my sheets
Leave me in the middle of the night
Can't you feel my arms, they're reaching out
Can't you feel my chest under your knife
Let the cold and rain pour in my room
Leave your clothes lying on the floor
Arms limp like they won't hold me
Like they won't hold me anymore
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We were fighting, fighting for our lives
Or so it seemed
We were right there at the coal face
You had hold of houses
On the south side of the park
I defended the trees
And in our empires
In our worlds we were kings and queens
And the lands we held were fine and plenty
…such dreams
But I never wanted this
I never wanted this
Be careful what you wish for, child,
Your empire may materialize
Sooner or later
With everything you wished and more
But i never wanted this
We were fighting, fighting for our lives
Or so it seemed…with the daylight fading
You were called for dinner before the mission's end
I defended the peace
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I can see
I can hear
I can feel
I can read
You're no good for me, you're no good for me, you're no good!
CBI
PFI
PPI
CIA
ECB
PLP
BBC
ME! Me! Me!
You're no good for me, you're no good for me, you're no good!
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Michael Stipe, with the blue around the eyes.
And I'd play At My Most Beautiful until I start to cry.
Rumour is hot, one day he'll stop the rot.
And this frozen lines that hang in place and hang for days.
Guess I'm sleeping on the sofa again.
How do perverts escape
These illustrious shapes?
Watch with desperate hands
For your literal plans.
I try, turn on.
if you’re really asking then we’re doing fine.
When I was a cub,
Hanging out I didn’t think enough.
And I’d walk this city all day long this city sucks.
Love twisted up my hair and aged me ‘bout 20 years.
I SCREAM
YOU SCREAM
and he’s only ‘bout seventeen.
How do perverts escape et al.
If you’re really asking then we’re doing fine;
If you’re really hiding then I’ll stay here blind;
Get yourself some caffeine.
Woo.
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19. |
Self Love - I Don't Care
00:50
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I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
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The smoke paints the wind
and I’m feelin the hit
without a reason you’re lit
without a reason to live
And If I’m wise enough to take
a hit and lose my way
Then it’s suffice enough to say:: Suffice
And the lucky ones give
like the rich and their kids
but they don’t teach you this shit
‘cause it’s too good to miss
without a reason you’re lit,
without a reason to live
And if I’m wise enough to take
a hit and lose my way
Then it’s suffice enough to say:: Suffice
without a reason to live,
without a reason you’re lit
My soul dares me with
A truth that’s covered in myth
And it hurts like a bitch
without a reason to live
without a reason you’re lit
And if i’m wise enough to take
A hit and lose my way
Than its suffice enough to say:: Suffice
Without a reason you’re lit
Without a reason to live
Without a reason you’re lit
Without a reason to live
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21. |
inertia. - Metamorfaeces
02:36
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I could be anything
so I became you
I wanted something interesting
and brand new
Is there, an issue
I cannot see
Is there, a tissue
to clear up this bleed
Cut yourself
on strings of nylon
should have worn more rings
blood on the plate
switch oh wait
get out there
in a stich
Is there, an issue
I cannot see
Is there, a tissue
to clear up this bleed
Rip your face off
and underneath
is a dumpster
with your faeces
Is there an issue
I cannot see
Is there a tissue
to clear up this bleed
Is there an issue
I cannot see
Is there a tissue
to clear up this bleed
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I see you peakin' at my penis,
I caught you sneak a peak at my wiener,
all I'm tryin' to do, is take a little leak, man.
Standing too close, now I caught you peakin',
you're lurking, smirking at my gherkin, why?
Maybe you're flirting, maybe you're perving,
or maybe you're smirking, because I wear a merkin.
What? I said PUBIC WIG!
What? I said PUBIC WIG!
What? I said PUBIC WIG!
But why? Because I have genital alopecia.
You need some help with your bathroom manners,
You can't go around looking at another man's spanner
Your bathroom etiquette
really is pathetic-ette...
I see you peakin' at my penis,
you dirty girls, I know you wanna feels this,
my ex-girlfriend said, "Will, something's come between us".
I said, "that's right girl,
IT'S MY PENIS".
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I didn't wait a lifetime for something like this,
if I'd known I would have gone along time ago.
Don't know why you ask me what I'd be doing,
'cos I don't know.
Not that I'm complaining, but let's be honest I am.
It's not your fault and it's not mine either,
it's just the way things are.
I can't escape, I couldn't if I tried.
It's time to accept that things don't always go the way they should so...
If I'm falling to pieces, don't blame yourself.
If I'm calling it all off, you know I'm not myself.
Just prepare to fight me,
it won't last forever and all I'm afraid of is that it will.
Now let's not be hasty, I not going nowhere.
I didn't even know how I was feeling until I wrote this song.
Why should I accept that things don't always go the way I want them to?
If I'm falling to pieces, don't blame yourself.
If I'm calling it all off, you know I'm not myself.
Just prepare to fight me,
it won't last forever and all I'm afraid of is that it will.
Why should I spend my life pretending?
If I'm falling to pieces, don't blame yourself.
If I'm calling it all off, you know I'm not myself.
Just prepare to fight me,
it won't last forever and all I'm afraid of is that it will.
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