ALABAMA lyrics - When It All Goes South

Start Living

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He just can't wait to graduate He's marking time and counting days He'll toss that cap and watch that tassel fly So he can start living Yeah, finally start living 'Cause he's got big plans And he'll have time on his hands To start living Before he knows ten years are gone A dead-end job, a mortgage loan He wonders where the chances passed him by To really start living Yeah he wants to start living And soon he's sure He can finally afford To start living He'll read more books He'll make more love He'll talk more to the man above He'll watch the sunset in the west And visit Mexico He'll learn to cook, he'll play some ball He'll write that book, he'll make that call He'll take the time Some other time Someday he'll do it all Well sittin' in the barber chair He sees the silver in his hair Those golden years are comin' right behind And then he'll start living He'll really start living Yeah he feels tired Ah, but soon he'll retire And start living He'll read more books He'll make more love He'll talk more to the man above He'll watch the sunset in the west And visit Mexico He'll learn to cook, he'll play some ball He'll write that book, he'll make that call He'll take the time Some other time Someday he'll do it all Well the doctor says, I've got bad news Afraid there's nothing we can do And all at once the tears are in his eys He'll never start living Never really start living Yeah he had big plans But there's no time on his hands To start living When he sees the pearly gates He'll really start living

Pease Porridge

DE LA SOUL "De La Soul Is Dead"
SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: (Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul) - Yo, gee. - Yo, word up, gee, man. - Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B? - Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man. - Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time! - Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man? - They ain't punks, man. - Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack. - Yo, but, yo, that Buddy , that was kind of fly, man, and Potholes? Slammin'. Slammin'. - Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after they came out with Plug One, Plug Two then Potholes , yo, then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots. - Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club, though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there! - Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them! (Background:) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) POS: My name, my name, my name is the Pasta Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance, The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues, Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others Get played, get played, played a lot on radio And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry But late, but lately loonies acting real bold Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix GOSSIP GLADIATORS: (Lashawna and Jenette) - Yo, Miss Thing! - Yo Merisa, what's up? - You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? - Yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'. - Word man? - Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to them and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one, Plug Three? - Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him. - All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did, and then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other ones, the other ones? - The Violators. - The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't? - Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs, things like that, you know... MASE: Question, and that's if only I can ask this question Can I? (Yes you can!) Why do people think just because we speak peace We can't blow no joints? (I-I-I don't know) GRANDMA MASE: (Squirrel) Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it keeps me peacefully, no? MASE: Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked And now it's time for some heads to get flown DOVE: We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons And sip the Porridge deep into my system So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode Inside the studio or on a road The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) POS: Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pups Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade So we can throw our lemonade In their face and kick their little butts FIGHT COMMENTATORS: (Squirrel and Mikey Roads) - And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel? - Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape. - Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted. (Background:) (Touching fingers, touch, touch) (One at a time, touch together) DOVE: People wanna get ragged with the reruns Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways But when, but when we fly that head all the people say THE FROG: (Lisle Leete) Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like. JABIB: (Jarobi) In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don't understand, I don't understand. (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) (Pease Porridge in the pot)

Rap De Rap Show

DE LA SOUL "De La Soul Is Dead"
SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: (Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul) Yo gee. Yo word up gee man. Yo man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill B? Yeah man I heard it's kinda fly man. Yo man Rakim and De La be up there all the time! Word up! Yo De La? Yo those punk kids man? They ain't punks man. Yo man those kids are wack man straight up booty wack. Yo but yo that Buddy , that was kind of fly, man, and Potholes? Slammin'. Slammin'. - Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after they came out with Plug One, Plug Two then Potholes , yo, then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots. - Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club, though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there! - Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them! (Background:) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) POS: My name, my name, my name is the Pasta Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance, The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues, Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others Get played, get played, played a lot on radio And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry But late, but lately loonies acting real bold Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix GOSSIP GLADIATORS: (Lashawna and Jenette) - Yo, Miss Thing! - Yo Merisa, what's up? - You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? - Yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'. - Word man? - Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to them and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one, Plug Three? - Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him. - All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did, and then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other ones, the other ones? - The Violators. - The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't? - Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs, things like that, you know... MASE: Question, and that's if only I can ask this question Can I? (Yes you can!) Why do people think just because we speak peace We can't blow no joints? (I-I-I don't know) GRANDMA MASE: (Squirrel) Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it keeps me peacefully, no? MASE: Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked And now it's time for some heads to get flown DOVE: We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons And sip the Porridge deep into my system So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode Inside the studio or on a road The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) POS: Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pups Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade So we can throw our lemonade In their face and kick their little butts FIGHT COMMENTATORS: (Squirrel and Mikey Roads) - And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel? - Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape. - Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted. (Background:) (Touching fingers, touch, touch) (One at a time, touch together) DOVE: People wanna get ragged with the reruns Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways But when, but when we fly that head all the people say THE FROG: (Lisle Leete) Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like. JABIB: (Jarobi) In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don't understand, I don't understand. (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) (Pease Porridge in the pot)

Living Alone

Loudon Wainwright
You sit at a desk and you squirm in a chair You stretch out on a couch, you could fall asleep there But you lie in your bed and you try not to think You put on your bathrobe and you stand at the sink And then you look into the mirror and you unplug the phone You re-read the letter, you're living alone. You clear out a closet and you listen to a clock You wipe off a table and you pick up a sock And then you put up your feet and you stand on your head You hate what you did and you regret what you said And then you gaze at a spapshot and wait for the tone You talk to yourself, yeah, you're living alone. You were always alone, but you just didn't know it You tried living with someone but then you had to blow it And if there's one thing you learned after living with her Is that you're not the man now that you never were. So you turn up the heat and you fight off a cold You thumb through the Bible as you sit there on hold But you're your own boss you can do as you please Open a window and let in a breeze You sit down to dinner, yeah, you cooked your own You light a candle, you're living alone. You think about her and how did it end Your cleaning lady has become your very best friend You're back in your hometown, you're living in fear They wonder where has he been and why is he here You're watching the reruns of the Twilight Zone Your life in a nutshell, you're living alone. You were always alone, but you just didn't see it You tried to be someone different but you just couldn't be it And if there's one thing you learned after all of it Is that you're usually fired before you can quit. What you need is a dog, some goldfish or a cat A boa constrictor and a laboratory rat The end is at hand now and you have the means A roll of toilet paper and the right magazines Your parents are dead now and your kids are full grown You're 53 now, you're 53 now, you're 53 now You're living alone.

Hypocrite (Black Chapter)

JIN "Hypocrite"
Let me tell you how this all came to be I was sittin' diggin' in the word Matthew 23 I'm thinking this is it, finally victory Then the Holy Spirit hit quick convicted me Could it be it's just all hypocrisy I'm a modern day pharisee quite possibly Tell me whats the use if I know the law But the true living God I never knew at all I got to practice what I preach It don't matter what I'm saying on these beats In the church or when I'm on the streets Tell me whats the use if I don't practice what I preach If thats the case I should expect the worst No surprise why the word would reject the church I mean why would you respect my turf If I don't comply myself and resect it first Brothers and sisters in Christ this is a wake up call To myself included I can relate to y'all Right now is the time I got to start living it The last thing I want to be is a hypocrite Make no mistakes its a must that I be honest y'all Whats in the dark shall come to light thats a promise y'all I know what someone say it ain't no surprise to me "I ain't a Christian so none of this applies to me" Indeed, that's why off and from the start I sincerely pray THE LORD will soften up your heart Until then beware of any false prophets Vicious wolves disguised as sheep that look harmless Don't be fooled before you follow suit I mean really take a look and recognize them by their fruit The good news is even as I'm writing this I realize only faith brings forth righteousness Yet I can't neglect how I live and behave Cause faith without works will only end up in the grave Right nows the time we got to start living it The last the you want to be is a hypocrite Come on put yours hands up if you got to stand This hypocrisy its got to stop its time to man up I said this hypocrisy its got to stop its time to its time to Come on put yours hands up if you got to stand up This hypocrisy its got to stop its time to man up I said this hypocrisy its got to stop its time to time to

1.1.94

AMANDA PALMER "Who Killed Amanda Palmer"
Did you find it? Play the song We had written We would sit down And start again From the beginning It was finally time To stop whining And start doing Anything, something To make them believe we were living And we kept on bleeding Long after the signatures Dried on the paper I stole from Melissa's Macbeth And oh how I needed so much to believe in it Isn't it sick how I thought that I knew you to death? How romantic Ushering in the new year With our childish antics And now soon after The gullible glimmer of hope turned to sarcastic laughter And we were intelligent people with eyes in our heads It's astonishing, is it? I thought you were just plain shy Oh, quiet kind of guy With the banner man waiting Behind every corner A delicate soldier, the loner How lonely was I? There is still time We could still try It's very difficult When no one's there to Catch you in the rye You kept saying That the black cat [?] of godsend At least it made living worth hating You kept taking the bad with the worst Like some curse that your mother was making Oh and isn't it funny years later We'd look at it broken and shaking our heads laughing If we had known back then what trouble it would bring To actually want to create something beautiful Now we've turned into those pitiful people Too scared to touch And drinking way too much Oh, it's typical isn't it? Say it, you cynically asked for it Didn't we ask for it? Didn't we want to be lesser and lesser [?] Didn't it, didn't it, didn't it.. There is still time We could still try But it's very difficult When no one's there to Catch you in the rye

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