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AEROSMITH lyrics - Aerosmith

One Way Street

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(Tyler) hey look on yonder, what's that I see well that old bogus honey coming after me I thought you told her I was out of town I wonder how she knowed I was hangin' around say, listen babe, don't go wastin' your time you keep on comin' round you'll hear the same old line you got a thousand boys, you say you need 'em you take what's good for you and I'll take my freedom 'cause lately it's been so hard now to make ends meet and honey, your head's a one way street and I gotta go the other way I thought I knew her, my cagey lady how could my sunshine be so damn shady she'll say she love to talk a conversation but I'm the one that makes my situation this one way city, that I thought I knew it's such a pity honey, that's it for you there's nothin' over here I never showed ya I made it pretty clear I'm glad to know ya you know your brother Spike, he's on the level but you always lookin' like you're mad at the devil don't say I cop a 'tude, it's all forgotten it's just you're much too rude, your fruits are rotten * you know I work so hard to keep it alive now all I hear from you is nothin' but jive lately it's been so hard now to make ends meet and honey, your head's a one way street and I really been feelin' like I could be movin' on * your head's like a one way street when you're foolin' everybody you meet your head's like a one way street you got to get yourself back on your feet

It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Disc: 1"
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat The sisters fell back and said Don't that man look pretty The cripple on the corner cried out Nickels for your pity Them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street And them South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out Nickels for your pity And them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city

Dan, My Fling

CARLY SIMON "Carly Simon"
(Jacob Brackman/Fred Gardner) I said that I felt jailed up As if our doors were nailed up I said I needed separate places, Parties, room to move around in. I said I needed my fling Had to get out and do some other thing. It took me months to calculate That I had nothing left without you- [Chorus:] Dan, my fling is all flung out Now I've got to fall back on dreams I thought I'd try and write you I thought I'd try and phone you I thought I'd try to tell you That I smell your hair still on my pillow But you'd just mile to please me You'd shake your head, you'd tease me - Remind me it was I who first claimed That we both required freedom [Chorus] I'd dream up schemes to meet you, I'd nonchalantly greet you, I'd ask you up for coffee Anytime you had an hour open. You say you like my hair long, You ask me if I've written any new songs, You'd laugh, you'd turn and cross the street And leave me dizzy with your laughter - [Chorus] I hear you're leaving this town, You and some girl gonna travel around, You bought a car with foldback seats, you'll camp out by the lakes and forests. I lie alone in our old bed, Your laughter it's echoin' inside my head. I close my eyes, I smell your hair It's like I haven't slept in years - [Chorus]

Put Your Hammer Down - Wu-tang Clan

Funkmaster Flex "The Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes of Funk, The Final Chapter"
Lay ya hammer (lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer kid (lay ya hammer kid) They want the drama bring it to ‘em Fuck ‘em Ghostface: All rise meet the preacher this pro dueler been diagnosed Diabetic keptic I'm your host Lock the vanilla suede British Staten Island mall menace Otherwise posin' as a dentist in my lenses Pinball machine gun rap spoke to Arafat Laundry maid honey can't blow in this hat What Method Man: Is it raw now Change it around It's war now The final countdown commences The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature Pain stings with ‘Ma Baker Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Freedom come meet your maker Inspektah Deck: Yo Another sound boy's dyin' Crowd noise multiplyin' Don't let the fuzz slide in bust out the sirens Sure win lure ‘em in like exotic women I smile with the sinister grin and finish him You're fuckin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back Ya fraud, pull the wool off your hollywood hat U-God: Yo Yo Yo The track melts in half liquors have this brave meaning Supreme being being all that I can being Picture wavy beavers meat cleaving your receiver Fly sunny cheeba leather buckets dirty reefer Fast floatin' grill residential honey hill Stainless steel rashes sheisty catch a money bill Raekwon: It's all gravy We floatin' through like the British navy Fresh design lady love the fade keep it wavy The mix drink - throw the dick in the drink Play it baby girl caught ya Exotic album Cuban Link Custom AV's beige panties who could front on these please Ya'll niggas broke so much your uncle sells trees Gza: Yo High ranked officials and armed tanks and missles Blood drizzle simple fact you slept on the issue That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega I made tapes a hundred watt amps insuring Vegas Rza fine tune it shippin' meal units MC's ask, who be those rhyme killers in masks? No doubt difficult task to last in the square Beware infinte amount of darts is in the air I'm victorious no opponents and blast through components And microphones watch the whole world live the moment Anything anti that came approachin' this Incapable lust speech remains motionless Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer kid (Lay ya hammer kid) Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer)

Teahouse On The Tracks

Donald Fagen "Kamakiriad"
Out on the fringe Where the shallows meet the scratchlands Out where hope and the highway ends You can park or cruise Both ways you lose This is Flytown now my friend You take a walk on Bleak Street Tonight could be the night you crash Then you turn and stop Start to fingerpop You think you hear a wailin' combo You climb a flight of twisted stairs Some cat says buddy [Chorus:] If you've got eyes To rhythmatize Bring your flat hat and your ax 'Cause tonight at ten We'll be workin' again At the Teahouse on the Tracks The Siegel Bros. were slammin' out a baion So slick it should have been a crime Irene and Flocko and little Amy Khan Lead off the big front line The crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulse You get a case of party feet (Then the room turns bright And fills up with light) And then from somewhere deep inside you Some frozen stuff begins to crack Better hurry [Chorus:] Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine Just above the Good Time Flats It's your last chance To learn how to dance At the Teahouse on the Tracks On Sunday morning You're back at the wheel You're feelng calm and crisp and strong [Chorus:] If it feels right Just drive for the light That's the groovessential facts Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street At the Teahouse on the Tracks

Just A Memory

RUFIO "Perhaps I Suppose..."
The sadness comes when it's least expected It shot out of the dark, and slammed in our face The hurt it brings can't be stopped The hurt it brings can't be cured, oh Just when I thought things were alright You came in and broke my heart My stomach's full of butterflies The thought of you gone, it tears me apart I remember you and me when we used to Laugh all night until we fell asleep, oh And i know we're through But i've still got thoughts of you left inside my head Oh... in my head... The love that I have for you Is done and dead, it's so far away And you're still here in my head And you're still here, you'll never leave my heart Just when I thought things were alright You came in and broke my heart My stomach's full of butterflies The thought of you gone, it tears me apart I remember you and me when we used to Laugh all night until we fell asleep, oh And i know we're through But i've still got thoughts of you left inside my head So stop me now Stop my thoughts cause you're killin me But you don't know Even though we've grown apart I'll still be there for you Cause I don't wanna be just a memory to you Cause I don't wanna be just a memory to you

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