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BLUE RODEO lyrics

Sad Nights

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Walked you to the corner stood beside the bus and tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us typical summer that time of year when you go back to toronto and i stay here and i miss the way you wake up and the way you sigh and i miss the way you turn your head away when you cry i dont think this time will fly here comes sad nights again here comes sad nights again around about midnight when its still too hot to think we'll go back down to the neighbourhood and get ourselves a drink every day working not getting far no, this town aint much for starting off its only made for stars and later when i'm walking underneath the starless sky there's a couple in a doorway and i think i hear them cry but they turn their heads when i go by here comes sad nights again here comes sad nights again Last days of summer San Janelle feast there's music hanging in the air and dancing in the streets people line the corners and they stand beside the fires and i'm watching from my window as the sparks go by and somewhere there's a gunshot people scatter everywhere and it happens every day so there's still laughter everywhere and as i lay down i wish you were here and here comes sad nights again here comes sad nights again here comes sad nights again

Why Not

JUVENILE "Reality Check"
[Intro: Juvenile + Skip] You can find me in the parking lot By the car lot-where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not) [Juvenile] Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work if they scopin ya turf you goin out there head first do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool you in the camp you bout to make you an examp so when they see the stamp they gon'respect it like a champ you light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash be rollin the grass you still totin the solider rag you been out there on the grind spendin most of ya time in a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine will you bust a head, know how to do it-how to play it bet a hundred in the field and parlay can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki when you rid of that call Rico up and order three put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus: Juvenile + Skip] Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not) You can find me in the parking lot By the car lot-where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot [Juvenile] You like states with pretty hoes in ya face you hate checks, you just come home on a case can you make a name-will you be patient in the game can you state ya claim, and reputation stay the same will you hold it down when ya lil'homies ain't around will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town is you feelin this, you listen to it when you creep you real in the streets all in the hood with the heat you ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks is ya people broke they aggrivate you on the porch do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket you just scared to lose cause you a winner all the time you gotta lot to prove lil'sinner on the grind put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus] [Juvenile] Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill if they pop at you is you gon'pop back at 'em you gon'stay away from niggaz if they rattin wanna ride swoll pull up on 24 flats can you get a hoe without you throwin her a stack is you callin shots can you stay away from the cops you know how to stop you be inside when it's hot you from the East, you from the West, you from the South you from the North, or the Midwest what you about can you twist a gar without you fuckin up the road did you get a car just to be stuntin for the hoes you been out here and it's ya time for a lick do you know this year as you aknowledgin the shit put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus]

Drinking On My Driveway

Lil' Rob "The Album"
(hook) Its summer time and im, drinking on my drive way its summer time and im, drinking on my drive way (its summer time ey, and we drinking on my driveway) Get bumped with that hard liquor im back to my cerveza pacifico with no lime a six pack and a show time drinking in cantinas or drinking in my driveway either way its ATM a toda madre you wanna party pues caile but B-Y-O-B bring your own beer ese and bring some for me dont forget about my primos cus they all drink too dont forget mis amigos hey what you think foo i know you didnt think that you can kick it for free and i know you didnt think that all the beer is on me if you got some good yerba than u can bring that if you got a gang of rukas then they can kick back im always down for a drink out dont know nothing nothing leeks out cant handle your liquor you gost to go home boy peace out drive carefull and keep an eye out for the jura if they getcha you never knew me i never knew ya (hook) borracho, being macho you besta split dont ask why just go unless you want a fat lip shut up dont say nothing no one want to hear that shit no one cares what you say you get the fuck on with your fit im lid hey why you wanna fuck with my high you blow my mind like driving the convertible in july ill drink some beers whatever kinds you wanna get me pacifico, coronas, so,gordos equis lets party every day celebrate like cinco de mayo carnitas, frijoles,arroz, pico de gallo guacamole and salsa jose cuervo,cazadores,patron hornitos or zalsa some one go get the mariachis from down the street tell em not to make no plans cus they aint gonna leave el mariachi loco quiero bailar y volver volver no se ban a callar (Hook 2) Its summer time and drinking in my driveway chillin bout my '63 its summer time and drinking in my driveway dont you wanna drink with me Its summer time and drinking in my driveway chilling bout my '63 Its summer time and drinking in my driveway wont you have a beer with me some people drinking bud the others lighting it up im one of the ones lighting it up to life in it up hey leave it to the chota to fuck my night up you know the partys over when juras drive up attention everybody let me make myself clear you aint gost to go home but get the fuck outta here but leave the beer believe me ill be watching you too ive got friends watching you too so watch what you do im talking to you the fools that be acting a fool if you know whats good for you than you would stop what you do im loosing my cool when this is start catching the cool is desstined to loose his walking with that one of the shoes it happends all the time why is it always happend to me? some people over for some beers and then they dont wanna leave come back tomorrow and dont be such a light weight its summer time ey and we drinking in my drive way (hook) (Hook 2)

Lost Cat

Catatonia "Greatest Hits"
Lost cat in Arthur Street, black and white If you go, I'll come without a fiiiiiiight I'm sick of hearing damning words of you come cursing through my head And I'm too proud to sit here,chasing time, wasting things we shared, Or thought we had. You said, I'm you digging a home Truth is, you left a long time agoooooooo But you can turn it on and play the innocent, though you've been caught. And I'm too proud to sit here, saying everything is how it was. Never been this sure. Take it from where you want to grow, there's always tomorrow. I'd rather have you smile than have you fall, no matter where you go. Ten men in trial of love succeed All those in Arthur Street will walk freeee. And you can turn it on and play at anything you ever wanted to. Cos you're not dull and I'm not strong enough to carry on wondering How we're gonna see this through.

Stronger Than Before

JAH CURE
How can I? How can I? ...Well here comes cure again Whoa whoa, whao yeah [Chorus] Stronger than before yow I can give you more now Caw some a go hard inna the gidian (cause some a go harder than the gidian) Mi come yah so fi fulfilled Jah plan Better than before yow My heart is free to soar now Jah people was always on my mind Hours before my time (I was before my time[?]) [Verse 1] Fly like the birds in the city yow Cure will be there to take your hand I’ll by your side whenever you face the dept Who know more but struggle than me From a place where I gotta struggle to be free Rasta no find mi, Marcus words a define mi [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2] Some seh dem clean but them heart so dirty Naw follow dem trend cause mi know it no worth hi Some a gwaan like Jah a fi dem own Dem alone, dem alone Rasta live and die for the people Separate yo sweachibuse I'm gonna beat you The secrets out Jah, Jah, name coming out in this now [Chorus] Stronger than before now I can give you more now IYAH go harder than the gideon Mi come yah so fi fulfilled jah plan Better than before now My heart is free to soar now Jah people was always on my mind hours before my time (I was before my time[?]) [Outro] Jah is my keeper And he’s ours keeper Now Jah your my keeper Your lessons come deeper [Repeat Chorus]

The Load-Out

JACKSON BROWNE "Running On Empty"
(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet they made the show And that was sweet... But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in our hotel rooms And wander 'round backstage Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got country and western on the bus R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo We've got rural scenes & magazines We've got truckers on the CB We've got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away But the only time that seems too short Is the time that we get to play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know you can't go wrong 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down You're going to wake up in your town But we'll be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here

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