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Adrian Furby Trio lyrics

Flat Battery

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Loud loud loud loud loud. And they play really bad music. Why can't they play some Donovan? They're students of course, And they have no respect for authority If i was the Vice-chancellor I'd put up against a wall and slap them with a salmon Damn that student radio Damn that student radio They bug me with their coloured hair Damn that student radio Turn off the power

Radio Stars

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "Bizzar"
Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavours, in a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large. Behold, the metamorphisis: Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough We need more money, more houses and cars and stuff I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes I want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos We'll do whatever it takes to get some air play We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay Yeah, come on Shaggy. What? Follow my lead. Let's go. It's time we change our shit up to get what we need. Come on. Uh, radio play! Yo! Yo! Come on and ride me, ride me, Pull! Pull!! Come on and hide me, hide me, Cat black(?) I'm gonna grow(?) one, gold one, Club Cat(?) You want them old ones, old ones, Black, black, ??? Love me, I'm on the radio, radio, Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away, Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play, What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! ??? The pathetic attempts never cease. The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insult the intelligence of the savvy consumer. How much more can an audience be asked to endure? Didn't work, ah fuck, what happened? They always told us that we sucked at rapping Well I don't know how to play a guitar I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground I want the ten millions fans sellout radio flavor sound Even though we'll be played next summer Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a hummer Here we go, oh my god Joey fell in love with a college girl She had a backpack and a pony tail She said her name was Lisa but I do not know, She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on I can even sing one of these faggot songs I can wear checkered pants and never smile Whatever's cool for your radio dial Toby fell in love with a college... The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey through the music business. Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last. Their strides towards musical success are little more than a stumble into complete failure. That was bullshit. What the fuck? You think of something! I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing You wrote the crump shit, but did it work? No. It flopped on its ass. At least I tried though. Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. Why? Can you sing? No. Niether can I. If we're gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try. Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me, touch me, Clownboy, remix, uh Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio I wanna lick you from head to toe Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet I wanna make love, between the sheets Girl, play my song, when I'm on the phone long I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong (4x) Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play. Finally, the two dim witted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.

Radio Suckers

ICE-T "Power"
People,it's time for the Ice crush So listen to my words I bring much Sense,as I commence,my lirycs intense Get telephoto,break out your big lens Look,check out the sales charts My record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from their shows Because they said I'm too hard But no sell-out,I guess I'm just barred I ain't changin' mine for no body They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE I can't get a bleepWhat's the deal Maybe my words are just too real It's not profanity,it's just the man and me He doesn't want you to see what I see Doesn't want you to be what you can be Word,censorship of reality Radio suckers never play me [x3] [sampler of PE 'rebel without a pause'] Suckers don't,but some do The real troopers bring the ICE to you And close friends to me,yea,PUBLIC ENEMY These stations have high intellect They don't pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam raw Understand what I'm sayin',they're down by law They play the jams that are right,sometimes not polite They realize you gotta get some people uptight Speak the word,your voice will definitely be heard Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain power's impaired They don't listen or try to hear what I write Maybe just think once,or try some school at night They're makin' radio wack,people have to escape But even if I'm banned,I'll sell a million tapes Radio suckers never play me [x3] I made records for music,not for the money To some of you that might sound funny But I ain't broke,and I don't joke And my lirics are known to make ears smoke Clear as a gun scope,I speak the pure dope Can the radio handle the truth...Nope Uncut,no edits,no censors You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard,to make a record ain't hard But to make it mean something,that's a job But then we do it,they refuse it So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it We shouldn't sell out,we should just yell out And get them wack motherfuckers the hell out Radio suckers never play me [x4] Cruisin' down the street what do I see Crash Task Force,L.A.P.D. Gangs illin',wildin' and killin' Hustlers on a roll,like they got a million Girls on the strap and you know that You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap But you can't,you want money so bad You'll jock anything with the Gucci tag You gotta have it,so the men go get it Robbin' and stealin',soon to regret it Livin' in a jail cell,feelin' like a dumbbell While you jump the next jock,well That's reality,that's what I see Nobody says that you have to agree Censorship that ain't the way to be I thought you said this country was free Radio suckers never play me [x2] Tone it down,...Is what they say to me The FCC will not allow profanity Your subject matter's too hard,make a love song You better get real,come on I ain't no lover,I'm a fighter Hard core radical rap rhyme writer Pushin' the botton,E does the cuttin' Everything I say amounts to something More than a single rap,I'm too deep for that I lay my lirics with logic,press the wax Play it on your tape deck,feel the effect If you can't take the heat,eject But I know you can,'cause you're an ICE-T fan No sell-outs here,my man Radio....[fade out]

Nothing On But The Radio

The Alice Band
This could have been disaster could have been the worst day of my life I felt my heart beat faster when you told me that you had big news I thought you might pop the question Or ask me to move in Make a mistake if I didn't think twice But my heart sank again and I decided what I had to do Oh no, I let you go I should probably feel bad I know But I kicked off my shoes and everything else kinda followed... I've got nothing on but the radio Dancing around my room with the lights down low Nothing on but the radio turning it up so loud that the neighbours know I'm happy with you gone Nothing but the radio on Nothing on My boss liked to tease me Didn't believe me when I said it was rude that he'd give me a raise if I laughed at his stupid jokes I wouldn't give the satisfaction of a reaction Then he invited me to his room to get paid And I told him where his raise could go Oh no, I lost it so I should probably feel scared and low But when I got home, I kicked off my shoes and you know… I got nothing on but the radio Dancing around my room with the lights down low Nothing on but the radio turning it up so loud that the neighbours know I'm happy with you gone And nothing but the radio on Yes it's me that you see through the window With my hands in the air waving you hello I don't care if it's crazy, I'm happy at being alone Nothing on but the radio letting it all hang out Nothing on but the radio turning it up so loud Singing to a hairbrush microphone ‘cause I'm happy now I've got… Nothing on but the radio, no Nothing on but the radio Dancing around my room with the lights down low Nothing on but the radio turning it up so loud that the neighbours know I'm happy with you gone And nothing but the radio Nothing on but the radio Nothing on Nothing on but the radio And I got Nothing on………….

Radio Lover

GEORGE JONES
[Spoken:] He kisses her goodbye, And heads for the radio station. Oh, he hates to leave her, But he's got another show to do. He knows she gets lonely, So he lets her know that he's thinking about her. And though millions are listening, She knows who he's talking to. [Chorus (Sang):] Comin' to you live like I do every night From the heart of your radio. I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad. And a few ol' cheatin' songs. Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land Found a love just as true as mine Good night angel, sleep tight darlin' Close your pretty brown eyes. When the show is over, Your radio lover Will be home by your side. She's laying in bed As her DJ tells her that he loves her. It would break his heart If he knew she wasn't there alone. She knows when to cheat And when to tell her lover to leave her. She knows they'll be safe Just as long as his show goes on. [Spoken:] He planned a surprise For the night of their first anniversary. He taped his show just so he could be home. The radio was playing and, As he walked in on her and her lover, He heard himself saying The last words that they ever heard. [Chorus (Sang):] Comin' to you live like I do every night From the heart of your radio. I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad. And a few ol' cheatin' songs. Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land Found a love just as true as mine Good night angel, sleep tight darlin' Close your pretty brown eyes. When the show is over, Your radio lover Will be home by your side. [Chorus (Sang):] Comin' to you live like I do every night From the heart of your radio. I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad. And a few ol' cheatin' songs. Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land...

It Girl / It Boy

JASON CHEN
[Megan:] I've been looking under rocks and breaking locks Just tryna find ya I've been like a manic insomniac 5 steps behind you Tell them other boys, they can hit the exit Check please... Cause I finally found the boy of... my dreams Much more than a Grammy award That's how much you mean to me [Jason:] You could be my it girl You're my greatest gift, girl Lovin' you could be a crime Crazy how we fit girl This is it girl Give me 25 to life I just wanna rock all night long And put you in the middle of my spotlight You could be my it girl You're my biggest hit girl Let me play it loud Let me play it loud like... oh oh oh oh Let me play it loud Let me play it loud like... oh oh oh oh Let me play it loud [Jason:] You can't help but turn them heads Knockin' them dead Dropping like flies around you If I get your body close, not letting go Hoping you're about to Tell them other guys they can lose your number You're done! They don't get another shot cause you're... love drunk Like a TV show playing reruns Every chance I get I'mma a turn you on [Megan:] You could be my it boy Baby you're the greatest gift, boy Lovin' you could be a crime Crazy how we fit boy This is it Give me 25 to life I just wanna rock all night long And put you in the middle of my spotlight You could be my it boy You're my biggest hit boy [Both:] Let me play it loud Let me play it loud like... oh oh oh oh Let me play it loud Let me play it loud like... oh oh oh oh Let me play it loud [Megan:] Can't seem to stop you from... running, running Through my, through my mind, mind Just keep it coming, coming Til I make you mine, mine [Jason:] You've got that something, something I wanna be with girl (I wanna be with boy) You're my greatest hit girl (You're my greatest hit boy) Just say this is it girl... Hey baby... Don't you know you're my it girl [Both:] You could be my it boy You're the greatest gift Lovin' you could be a crime Crazy how we fit girl This is it cause you're my it girl I just wanna rock all night long (all night long) And put you in the middle of my spotlight You could be my it boy (You could be my it girl) You're my biggest hit girl Let me play it loud Let me play it loud like... oh oh oh oh Let me play it loud Let me play it loud like... oh oh oh oh Let me play it loud

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