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BOB DYLAN lyrics - Bringing All Back Home

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

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I was riding on the Mayflower When I thought I spied some land I yelled for Captain Arab I have yuh understand Who came running to the deck Said, 'Boys, forget the whale Look on over yonder Cut the engines Change the sail Haul on the bowline' We sang that melody Like all tough sailors do When they are far away at sea. 'I think I'll call it America' I said as we hit the land I took a deep breath I fell down, I could not stand Captain Arab he started Writing up some deeds He said, 'Let's set up a fort And start buying the place with beads' Just then this cop comes down the street Crazy as a loon He throw us all in jail For carryin' harpoons. Ah me I busted out Don't even ask me how I went to get some help I walked by a Guernsey cow Who directed me down To the Bowery slums Where people carried signs around Saying, 'Ban the bums' I jumped right into line Sayin' 'I hope that I'm not late' When I realized I hadn't eaten For five days straight. I went into a restaurant Lookin' for the cook I told him I was the editor Of a famous etiquette book The waitress he was handsome He wore a powder blue cape I ordered some suzette, I said 'Could you please make that crepe' Just then the whole kitchen exploded From boillin' fat Food was flying anywhere And I left without my had. Now, I didn't mean to be nosy But I went into a bank To get some bail for Arab And all the boys back in the tank They asked me for some collateral And I pulled down my pants They threw me in the alley When up comes this girl from France Who invited me to her house I went, but she had a friend Who knocked me out And robbed my boots And I was on the street again. Well, I rapped upon a house With the US flag upon display I said, 'Could you help me out I got some friends down the way ' The man says, 'Get out of here I'll tear you limp from limb' I said, 'You know they refused Jesus, too' He said, 'You're not Him Get out of here before I break your bones I ain't your pop' I decided to have him arrested And I went lookin for a cop. I ran right outside And I hopped inside a cab I went out the other door This Englishman said, 'Fab' As he saw me leap a hot dog stand And a chariot that stood Parked across from a building Advertising brotherhood I ran right through the front door Like a hobo sailor does But it was just a funeral parlor And the man asked me who I was. I repeated that my friends Where all in jail, with a sigh He gave me his card He said, 'Call me if they die' I shook his hand and said goodbye Ran out to the street When a bowling ball came down the road And knocked me off my feet A pay phone was ringing It just about blew my mind When I picked it up and said hello This foot came through the line. Well, by this time I was feed up At tryin'g to make a stab At bringin' back any help For my friends and captain Arab I decided to flip a coin Like either heads or tails Would let me know if I should go Back to the ship or back to jail So I hooked my sailor suit And I got a coin to flip It came up tails It rhymed with sails So I made it back to the ship. Well, I got back and took The parkin' ticket off the mast I was ripping it to shreds When this coastguard boat went past They asked me my name And I said, 'Captain Kidd' They believed me but They wanted to know What exactly that I did I said for the Pope of Eruke I was employed They let me go right away They were very paranoid. Well, the last I heard of Arab He was stuck on a whale That was married to the deputy Sheriff of the jail But the funniest thing was When I was leavin' the bay I saw three ships a-sailin' There were all heading my way I asked the captain what his name was And how come he didn't drive a truck He said his name was Columbus I just said, 'Good luck'.

Fat

WEIRD AL YANKOVIC "Even Worse"
Your butt is wide, well mine is too Just watch your mouth or I'll sit on you The word is out, better treat me right 'Cause I'm the king of cellulite Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right My zippers bust, my buckles break I'm too much man for you to take The pavement cracks when I fall down I've got more chins than Chinatown Well, I've never used a phone booth And I've never seen my toes When I'm goin' to the movies I take up seven rows Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) Don'tcha call me pudgy, portly or stout Just now tell me once again who's fat When I walk out to get my mail It measures on the Richter scale Down at the beach I'm a lucky man I'm the only one who gets a tan If I have one more pie a la mode I'm gonna need my own zip code When you're only having seconds I'm having twenty-thirds When I go to get my shoes shined I gotta take their word Because I'm fat, I'm fat, sha mone (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds Lemme tell you once again who's fat If you see me comin' your way Better give me plenty space If I tell you that I'm hungry Then won't you feed my face Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) Woo woo woo, when I sit around the house I really sit around the house You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know, you know, you know, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) And you know all by myself I'm a crowd Lemme tell you once again You know I'm huge, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, you know, hoo (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) And the whole world knows I'm fat and I'm proud Just tell me once again who's fat

Tramp The Dirt Down

ELVIS COSTELLO "Spike"
I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips Well I hope I don't die too soon I pray the Lord my soul to save Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour That's when they finally put you in the ground I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down When England was the whore of the world Margeret was her madam And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tarmacadam Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail 'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment And then expect you to say Thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can filled up with dreams then poured down the drain Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed Who takes all the glory and none of the shame Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap 'Cos when they finally put you in the ground They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

Well All Rite Cha

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Redman) [Method Man] Hydro... indo... (buddha!) Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo! I need some brown weed (lady) all day I need some brown weed (jenny) I need some cut (lady, lady) Now these doors don't open, til after dark And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts (Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten Right before the fun was about to begin) Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing* [Redman] Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me (Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you) Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P. To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three (Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted 20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high.. (So high..) so high.. so high.. [Method Man] Air it out Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck! Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat' keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather [Redman] Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I. Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic (Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition! [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah [R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo [R] Is Funk Doc up in the house (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Hot Nix up in the house (well all rite cha) [R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha) [Redman] Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in (Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception B-Boys gather around and act p-noid Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid (Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn' for the barrel bonds (Am I on) Tical, you're on Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on [Method Man] Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt MC, with a social disease, and get it first Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger Remember me (The field nigga!) Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on) Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!) Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays they come with batteries included, in wicked ways [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah [R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo [R] Is Funk Diggy in the house (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha) [R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha) cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha... [fades in and out before end]

These Are My People

RODNEY ATKINS "If You're Going Through Hell"
Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks Shootin' b.b.'s at old beer cans Chokin' on the smoke from a lucky strike Somebody lifted off of his old man We were football flunkies Southern rock junkies Crankin' up the stereo Singin' loud and proud to gimme three steps Simple Man, and Curtis Lowe We were good you know We got some discount knowledge at the junior college Where we majored in beer and girls It was all real funny 'til we ran out of money And they threw us out into the world Yeah the kids that thought they'd run this town Ain't runnin' much of anything We're just lovin' and laughin' And bustin' our asses And we call it all livin' the dream [Chorus] These are my people This is where I come from We're givin' this life everything we've got and then some It ain't always pretty But it's real That's the way we were made Wouldn't have it any other way These are my people Well we take it all week on the chin with a grin Till we make it to a Friday night And it's church league softball holler 'bout a bad call Preacher breakin' up the fight Then later on at the green light tavern Well everybody's gatherin' as friends And the beer is pourin' till Monday mornin' Where we start all over again [Chorus] We fall down and we get up We walk proud and we talk tough We got heart and we got nerve Even if we are a bit disturbed [Chorus]

The Light

Cross Movement
Hook: The Light of Christ is a blazin' one There's a fight to live right and it's major son But the grace has come so we praise the Son And celebrate Him ‘cause we know what He saved us from I get the chills every time I get to spill Cause it's a thrill to put Christ on a pedestal Cause men are in sin and death you can bet it's real But He can take you out and won't make you get the bill So were tellin' all men we're exhaltin' that Hero That paid the fee, making you free like Net Zero What an offer yall should bum-rush the alter Call to the Lord in any season, He'll salt ya I ask you, “Don't you know wrath is coming at you?' But where the Spirit is their liberty with out the statue Peace – Sword…Please Lord There's a debt but we don't have the “cheese' for it Man's tough but he can't seem to break sin's handcuffs Proving to be the flake he is like dandruff And plus at his core man's dust, man shucks Surrender, come to God with your hands up Repeat Hook True Christian people get the mad “Big Ups!' Cause life can jerk you like some bad hick-ups But your God fights you only spar Facing drama and trauma like you're on E.R. But you're victorious in fact already glorious God said it, I'm just repeating what the story is But let me set it…straight all the credit Goes to the Lord don't forget it If you never get a Grammy get the Name and let it ring All praise Jesus aka Elohim Who rules everything, you're every kings King Lord you outshine every Bling-Bling Doing your “thing' so well you should get a prize your so Nobel Peace you're the prince of it…angels scream, “Noel!' Cause you're the Most High but oh my you play the low well A manger? They should have made room in the hotel The human race as a whole fell So now life short like a mobile phone with a low cell Can't believe you died when we were screamin' “Go hell' A people sure to perish like a turtle with no shell You know well Satan tricks man, pulling him down like quicksand And got them thinking their a Christian. We better recognize who you are Heaven and earth's true Superstar Bridge: House hold of faith now raise'm up If you're living by grace now raise'm up If you're seeking God's face now raise'm up All my people in the place now raise'm up Jesus, Jesus---yall know the Name But yall ain't feelin' Him like Novocain I know yall think we're so insane But it don't matter because we're not going for fame Or flowin' for gain, you know we gotta go in His Name The same God who's sovereign Came in a human frame from heaven to earth like falling rain So that we could call His Name and be born again We know the God who's controlling things The Living Water like Poland Springs Who went away but He's coming back like boomerangs Until then all of creation groans in pain Cause sin's got the world locked like a ball and chain. I get the hunch like Notre Dame. That many Christians won't expose sin or exalt the Name But that's the thing that get our names in heaven's hall of fame. Repeat Hook

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