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BLUR lyrics - Disc2

M.O.R.

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It's automatic (It's automatic) I need to unload (Need to unload) Under the pressure (Under the pressure) Go middle of the road (Middle of the road) Fall into fashion (Fall into fashion) Fall out again (Fall out again) We stick together (We stick together) Cos it never ends (It never ends) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out Here comes tomorrow (Here comes tomorrow) One, two, three episodes (Three episodes) We stick together (We stick together) Go middle of the road (Middle of the road) Cos that's entertainment (That's entertainment) It's the sound of the wheel (Sound of the wheel) It rolls on forever (Roll, roll forever) Yeah you know how it feels (Know how it feels) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes (We are members of the human race) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out

Middle Of The Road

Pretenders
The middle of the road is trying to find me I'm standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me Well I got a smile for everyone I meet As long as you don't try dragging my bay Or dropping the bomb on my street Now come on baby Get in the road Oh come on now In the middle of the road, yeah In the middle of the road you see the darndest things Like fat guys driving 'round in jeeps through the city Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits Past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids Oh man I don't mean a hampstead nursery When you own a big chunk of the bloody third world The babies just come with the scenery Oh come on baby Get in the road Oh come on now In the middle of the road, yeah One...two...three...four... The middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac I can't get from the cab to the curb Without some little jerk on my back Don't harass me, can't you tell I'm going home, I'm tired as hell I'm not the cat I used to be I got a kid, I'm thirty-three Baby, get in the road Come on now In the middle of the road Yeah

Tracksmart

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
[Mr. Gene Poole] The loveliest sound coming out to yo' system I spark to get y'all off to a good start Show me some heart, walk through my hood after dark, dodging poison darts Catch one in the left lung I hope the Cherokee parks by itself tracksmart Act like you part of this you'll find yourself victim of the rhyme bombardment Weak shit, I have the tolerance I write the best rhymes in my sleep Dreamland beats and freelance techniques fuckin' up the sheets Ink spots, puss spot niggas tryin to stop this Think not get ? and listen for your bank knock We do a lot of this activity in my city Get a job in my world, join a futuristic commitee Weak assistant of three had to be persistantly equal In order for it to work out in a balance Which comes down to a question of natural talents Can't keep those gifts isolated in tablets It's not about rap ballads, or who can flow the best What kind of dressing you gonna have with your life salad? (Hmmm...) French...yes..thank you very much..On to the next [Slug] Yo, you rappers elude me but that's nothing new I still stick to my duty, to kick something true Still if you wanna boo me we can do this in a circle of peers Tell your bitch to kick a beat so I can work you to tears I've made a full of strangers throw hands in the air (Man) I know you sense danger, I can see it in your stare (Man) Don't provoke anger when the mic's in my hand, Cause if I get that spark I'm quick to rip apart your plans Yo Ant, let's keep this one accesible Take the fruits that wanna test these bros and make 'em vegetables Just to let 'em know that the course tastes pure Pissed off all the local rappers so it's time to go on tour I'm sure, so I never break a sweat when a fate steps Instead I break that snake's neck and take his breath Half the time half of 'em don't catch the rhymes They need they friends with to show 'em how we wax behinds Please fool, hella stupid I'm assuming probably Couldn't even rock your own family reunion and I'm through with the politicket Rhymesayers on a mission, watch the following thinking, motherfucker! [Mr. Gene Poole] I stick two fingers through his nostrils and a thumb through his mouth And swing em' like a bowling ball make 'em strike the fuck out Take a hook and stab it through his back and curve it around his spine and throw em out By the lili pads and wait for a hit on my line (Damn!) Cause this rap shit makes me wanna catch niggas like catfish Chop 'em up into steaks and sop 'em up off the plate with biscuits and rice I put the hand of the one that likes to hold mics in a vice Make sure he never writes in his life When it's time for me to display (Stay the FUCK out the way) And when its time for you to DJ you going play what I say The word for the day is "Fette" cash lessons Get ready to mash when I give the word don't ask questions Pack yo shit, dont smack yo bitch Leave peaceably cause these'll be vital elements of livin' feasibly ? the urban ? mocha latte, Saint Paul nigga rocking the uptown partay like coca angel vatte I provide that mental rush and that physical feeling like yo' whole worlds being dusted Be hushed when you see me in deep thought Hand clutched interrupt and you just might be caught then crushed [Slug] Yo, yo, I quit fronting, really-really I know wrong and right, wrote my songs, shed light to promote a longer life When I reflect that night, I seek light in the confusion I stick to the music and skip the baggage of delusion Managed to come through and I'm in the minimalism, yo The damage is due it's time to climb to catch a vision Yo, I've had it with you, and the terms which I work cause it matter to you The flight's cursed, I might burst challenging who? Balance the mood, yo Stress, let's gather the crew, Commence to wreck shit then exit, I'd rather that you Throw your hands in the air And if that's too demanding you can stand there and stare

Monkey In The Middle

RODNEY ATKINS "Honesty"
I get up like a rocket in a hurricane Then it's off to work like a runaway train Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail Back and forth in a game of pickle I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle Walking that sideshow tight rope making ends meet That organ grinder be in a bind without me In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules But everytime that music plays I know what to do Every Friday night at the honky tonk Me and my baby make that dive jump When our buckles bump, I tell you what That girl is packing some powerful stuff, powerful stuff And when we get home she plays me like a fiddle Makin' sweet music with the monkey in the middle Walking that sideshow tightrope, makin' ends meet That organ grinder be in a bind without me In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules But everytime that music plays sugar I know what to do And then. I get up like a rocket in a hurricane Then it's off to work like a runaway train Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail Back and forth in a game of pickle I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle

Stumbling In

GREAT BIG SEA
I don't mind confiding, That I make stupid mistakes, Been mislead and misguided, And I'm easily lead astray You can dance with disaster, Never missing a step, Spinning faster and faster, Long after I've already slipped, But in the middle of it all, You'll always break my fall, In the middle of it all Chorus: Over and over, again and again You come through the door with out stumbling in, I'm twisted and tangled and soaked to the skin, You come through the door without stumbling in, again Pulled in every direction, Have a million regrets, And your the perfect protection, When I'm down in over my head In the middle of it all You always break my fall, in the middle of it all Chorus And there's bones in my closet, I've collected quite a few, God knows what causes, An angel to love a fool An angel to love a fool In the middle of it all, You always break my fall In the middle of it all Chorus I'm stumbling in again, ( Again) I'm stumbling in again, ( Again) I'm stumbling in again, ( Again) I'm stumbling in again,

Stick It

GREAT WHITE "Great White"
(Kendall, Russell, Holland, Black, Niven) The old man told me Hey you! Make a choice. You can the music and stop all the noise, Or you can get out and find your own way! I told him Stick it. My rock's here to stay. No. No. I can't live without it No. No. It just ain't the same No. No. Ain't no doubt about it So rock me again! I wanna roll it and burn it all night Me and my Chevy don't stop for no lights Crankin' the metal, blastin' the plant They wanna catch me, betcha they can't! I'm out on the road, and I'm rockin'! Stick it! I'm out on the road, there's no stoppin' I'm out on the road and I'm rockin' I'm out on the road and I'm gone.

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