ALABAMA lyrics - Twentieth Century

Small Stuff

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There's a little cafe' on the corner of town Lucy works there 'til the sun goes down It ain't very much but she brings home the bacon and the bread We got a mortgage we pay just a little bit on But it seems like all of our money is gone Before we get a chance to get ahead That's small stuff, we don't sweat the small stuff Why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage Traffic and the taxes and the coming of age Small stuff There's a comfort in the knowing there's a spirit in us Giving us the courage and the wisdom to trust In a love that's so much greater than all the small stuff So we don't sweat the small stuff There's a little bitty hole in the ceiling above Sometimes the rain drips down on our temple of love We have to put a pot smack dab in the middle of the bed Somebody hit my car at the diner last night Had to drive it home with one taillight When I went out this morning, the engine was dead That's small stuff, we don't sweat the small stuff Why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage Traffic and the taxes and the coming of age Small stuff There's a comfort in the knowing there's a spirit in us Giving us the courage and the wisdom to trust In a love that's so much greater than all the small stuff So we don't sweat the small stuff There's a little cafe' on the corner of town Lucy works there 'til the sun goes down And she don't sweat the small stuff

Astronaut: A Short History Of Nearly Nothing

AMANDA PALMER "Who Killed Amanda Palmer"
Is it enough to have some love Small enough to slip inside a book. Small enough to cover with your hand Because everyone around you wants to look Is it enough to have some love Small enough to fit inside the cracks The pieces don't fit together so good With all the breaking and all the gluing back And I am still not getting what I want I want to touch the back of your right arm I wish you could remind me who I was Because every day I'm a little further off But you are, my love, the astronaut Flying in the face of science I will gladly stay an afterthought Just bring back some nice reminders And is it getting harder to pretend That life goes on without you in the wake? And can you see the means without the end In the random frantic action that we take? And is it getting easy not to care Despite the many rings around your name It isn't funny and it isn't fair You've traveled all this way and it's the same But you are, my love, the astronaut Flying in the face of science I will gladly stay an afterthought Just bring back some nice reminders I would tell them anything to see you split the evening But as you see I do not have an awful lot to tell Everybody's sick for something that they can find fascinating Everyone but you and even you aren't feeling well Yes you are, my love, the astronaut Crashing in the name of science Just my luck they found your upper half It's a very nice reminder It's a very nice reminder And you may be acquainted with the night But I have seen the darkness in the day And you must know it is a terrifying sight Because you and I are living the same way

Never Satisfied

Michael Franks
Kid inside a candy store Sensation Temptation Always gotta have some more You love that sticky stuff Ain't no way you're lettin' go You tease me You squeeze me Well there's something you should know I never get enough I know I'm never I know I'm never I know I'm never satisfied Go slow I'm never Oh no I'm never I'm hardly ever satisfied Girl we sure can loop the loop Fantastic Gymnastic We can slam it through the hoop And all that tricky stuff We should thank the stars above Elated We're mated Happy prisoners of love We never get enough I know we're never I know we're never I know we're never satisfied Go slow we're never Oh no we're never We're hardly ever satisfied No matter what we do we're never satisfied 'Cause when it's me and you we're never satisfied

I'll Sing About Mine

JOSH ABBOTT BAND "Small Town Family Dream"
In my hometown Population just a few thousand All of them kids at the drive-in After Friday nights football game That’s the same place Where mom and dad went on their first date Had the same burger I just ate Man, some things never change That’s what made me who I am today Gave me a million songs to play And when the radio’s on I just don’t understand Because tractors ain’t sexy and workin’ is hard For small town people like me And the radio’s full of rich folks singin’ ‘Bout places they’ve never seen Now I ain’t saying that their lives ain’t hard, I’d love to hear about it sometime But let them sing about their own life And I’ll sing about mine I’m not complaining Running my mouth like an old man Talking ‘bout a world that’s changing And how it’s given up on me I’m just saying down at Nick’s on the weekend The small town anthems they’re singing Don’t sound like what you see When you talk about the dairy queen, Pick up trucks and Springsteen Make the place I love sound like a bad cartoon Because tractors ain’t sexy and workin’ is hard For small town people like me And the radio’s full of rich folks singing ‘Bout the places they’ve never seen Now I ain’t saying that their lives ain’t hard, I’d love to hear about it sometime But let them sing about their own life And I’ll sing about mine And if you want a song about A place like my hometown Take a weekend and come on down It won’t take long to see ‘Cause tractors ain’t sexy and workin’ is hard For small town people like me And the radio’s full of rich folks singing ‘Bout places they’ve never seen Now I ain’t saying that their lives ain’t hard, I’d love to hear about it sometime But let them sing about their own life And I’ll sing about mine They can sing about their own life, I’ll sing about mine

Give It To Me Baby

RICK JAMES "Street Songs"
When I came home last night You wouldn't make love to me You went fast asleep YOu wouldn't even talk to me said I'm so crazy Coming home intoxicated I said I just wanna love ya (I just wanna love you baby) Guess that's why I'm so elated (C'mon girl) Give it to me baby (give to me baby) Give it to me baby (give to me baby) Make it hot like you've had enough Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) Just give it to me baby Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) I'll make you hot like you had enough Give it to me Give me that stuff that funk that sweet that funky stuff (Give it to me) give me that stuff that funk that sweet that funky stuff Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give me that stuff that sweet, funky stuff Oooooh HOW woo (Give to me baby) When I was high as the sky Out all night just dancing You say let's go home (c'mon, I'm tired let's go home) That's the time I start romancin' You say 'how can I love ya?' (how can I love you baby) 'When your body keeps on moving' I say 'Wait til I sqeeze you' (oh) Maybe then you'll start to groovin' (c'mon girl) Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) (I betcha) I'll make ya hot like you had enough Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) (Just give it to me babyy) Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) (I betcha) I'll make ya hot like you had enough Give it to me Give me that stuff that funk that sweet that funky stuff (Give it to me) give me that stuff that funk that sweet that funky stuff Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give me that stuff that sweet, funky stuff Yoooooo Ho (Hey Girl) Give it to me what you say Give it to me what you say (give it to me) what you say (give it to me) what you say (Hey girl) Give it to me what you say Give it to me what you say Give it to me Give it to me (hey) Give it to me

Tibetan Black Magicians

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Visions Of Gandhi"
[Canibus] Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus Yo I grab Mics bust the raw Take flight adjust the Yaw Break your bicuspid with your own jaw Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born Technically you don’t even exist, God A flick of the wrist, you’ll be gone Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm I’m an enigma I rip bars Or burn your star with 5 points Plus the mic I ripped thus far I stomp on ya forehead Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange And eat the carnage My God that sounds horrid, eating MC’s Is like eating garbage they make me vomit Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I’m out of ya league Who can match the Bident with my top speed Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era Sentences go through re-synthesis I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis Without Rockefeller membership Don’t be an optimist and try to rock with Bis You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus [Vinnie Paz] Every rapper better fear me Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast And ya’ll steady screaming for war but want peace You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash You can’t overstand the mathematics How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic Tibetan Black Magic, I’m a warlord I’ll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard I’m a born lord, I was baptised To see the universal through a cats eyes Here come the black skies; It’s all darkness I breathe life into Jesus Christ’s carcass! [samples] [Canibus] Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up Ask you for you proof of registration, say what? I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck! Peel you off till you drop on the floor Drag you to the manifold, Make you put your mouth around the exhaust Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off I’m in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster I’ll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid Whether enemies exchange negative energy But you can’t forgive and forget with an elephant memory Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who But lets keep that between me and you! Me and JMT, Rippers that’ll rip your ass I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!!! [Vinnie Paz] I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush Nothings above us, ya’ll better back off Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth We busting Gats off It’s a clean kill It doesn’t seem real when your spleen spill So listen to what im spittin at y’all La illaha, il Allah il Allah Come on y’all your getting hit in the chest Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best Ripping the rest And all ya’ll seek is ashes I love reading Koran in pitch blackness I love reading the psalms to bitch actors I love reading the palms of bitch rappers! [samples]

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