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CHICAGO lyrics - Chicago XVI

What You're Missing

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All we wanted was each other; nothin' more. You were looking for an answer; you were out the door. I didn't know what you were after. I knew you had to take a chance, girl. Did you forget about the laughter? Say oh, oh no. CHORUS: Oo, what you're missing could have been yours from the start. You won't listen when it's coming from the heart. Now you're missing me. You'll find that out when we're apart. Had some crazy conversations. You know they seemed so right. Remember how it used to keep us up all night? I didn't know what you were after. Maybe there never was an answer. Did you forget about the laughter? Say oh, oh no. CHORUS

We Didn't Start The Fire

BILLY JOEL "Storm Front"
'49 Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio '50 Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe '51 Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, The King and I and The Catcher in the Rye '52 Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new Queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana good bye CHORUS We didn't start the fire It was always burning since the world's been turning. We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it but we tried to fight it. '53 Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc '54 Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, dacron Dien Bien Phu falls, Rock Around the Clock '55 Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland '56 Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev Princess Grace, Peyton Place , trouble in the Suez CHORUS '57 Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge on the River Kwai '58 Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball Starkweather, homicide, children of Thalidomide '59 Buddy Holly, Ben Hur , space monkey, Mafia Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go '60 U-2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, Psycho , Belgians in the Congo CHORUS '61 Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion '62 Lawrence of Arabia , British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson '63 Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex JFK blown away, what else do I have to say? CHORUS '64 - '89 Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan Wheel of Fortune , Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law Rock and Roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore! We didn't start the fire It was always burning since the world's been turning. We didn't start the fire But when we are gone It will still burn on, and on, and on, and on... CHORUS TO FADE

The World Ain't Slowin' Down

Paul Ellis "Live"
I found you sitting on a suitcase crying Beneath my feet I feel the rumble of a subway train And I laugh out loud √ęCause it's the one thing I hadn't been trying The train came in breathless The passenger's restless You say, Baby, you'll never change (chorus) You gotta get gone You gotta get going Hey, the world ain't slowin' down For no one It's a carnival calling out to you And it sounds like a song It hits you like scripture You paint the picture With colors squeezed from your hand Weren't you the kid Who just climbed on a merry-go-round Hey, look, the world ain't slowin' down Out on the sidewalk The pigeons do the moonwalk I'll be dancing like Fred Astaire The lampposts are rockin' The whole town is talking Like a fool in a barber's chair And I get the sensation It's joy and frustration Like getting caught by a drop of cold rain Freedom can numb you When there's no place to run to It feels just like Novocain (chorus) You packed up all your handbags You're throwing off the sandbags I let go when you stepped free I didn't want to lose you You said, You didn't choose to -- It's just how your karma came But thanks for the vision, And the twenty-twenty wisdom It hit me like a south-bound train (chorus)


When I reach out, you move away from my hands You're never telling me why We make plans to spend Time you forget and the days are just passing us by When I ask you you never understand it You don't know what you haven't done And when I try to explain it sounds like complaint And the words only make you more numb Is there a fire if you don't see the smoke? We can't get higher if you don't let it go. Ooh ooh ooh How did your heart ever get like that How did someone ever hurt so bad That you can't see that You've been kicked inside You're desensitized yeah Oooh ooh ooh How did you heart ever get so cold How did someone ever get so close That you just don't know How it feels inside You're desensitized I wanna believe that it's a phase you go through That only gets harder to tell And sometimes I think it's an easier thing to believe That there's somebody else (Sub) (Chorus) Whatever they did / Whatever they said You know it's much better just to run and forget Whatever it was / Whoever's to blame You know you can let yourself be feeling again ( Chorus Out )


JME "Integrity>"
Shh! Before I start top lip slapping Think me and Skepta were born rapping? Born in the ends, move food in the ends and that's the new meaning of spawn trapping She sells sea shells on the sea shore, no He sells weed scales and a P4, yeah He sells details, swiping the law Deets, AKA credit card fraud You can't test me in the music game, I've got bare XP Doing this ting for real, in school, while you was typing up your CV I was downloading on Windows NT Bare sample packs for Fruity Loops 3 Ask Mr. Covil about me, I was walking around, with my jacket that said Mic Controller on the back Best MC in the game, fact Didn't care about charts or about plaques Didn't give a shit about YouTube stats Didn't give a fuck about first week sales, now you wanna come and chat all this crap? Fam, all I wanted to do was pick up the mic and spray, and today I still do that, so Chat to me about fucking up shows, bringing hundreds of supporters to the videos, spitting brand new bars nobody knows, still everybody in the room up on their toes Room smoked out even though I don't smoke, forget my bars and freestyle, I don't choke Been doing this for over ten years so anybody that was there from the start that only cares now, fuck you rudeboy Ring my phone, I will duck you rudeboy Chatting 'bout "ah, I ain't see you for time", yeah, I don't wanna buck you rudeboy You never used to check me back in the day You didn't used to rate me back in the day You never used to bred me back in the day So how the fuck am I the one who's changed? Piss me off, hard from the start and I ain't gone soft Your new fans come like tans, they only wanna bred man's skin after man got hot Grime in my heart just like Logan More serious than my slogan Anybody wanna go against me, I will leave you seeking asylum like Snowden Trust me, even if you don't see me I'm working so I don't get rusty, cause I'm born to do it like C.D These guys try cuss me and they ain't even sold one CD The only time they'll succeed is if they bill a zoot and it's seedy Cause they don't know about fucking up shows, bringing hundreds of supporters to the videos, spitting brand new bars nobody knows, though everybody in the room up on their toes Room smoked out even though I don't smoke Forget my bars and freestyle, I don't choke Been doing this for over ten years so anyone of you cocaine snorting label executives that thinks you can take my integrity for a couple bags, think twice I make grime and I get paid I'm nice In a rave, get a lemonade and ice I thought by now it was apparent that these guys cannot develop our talent I thought by now it was bait that these guys just try decide man's fate When I made Serious way back in 2006, I can't forget Sam told me it was a hit I had to have bare meetings with pricks Labels, A&Rs, radio playlists, managers looking at me like a dick They weren't rating me but guys they were rating, now, ain't shit But I'm still about, in fact I'm more than about right now Sold out tour, smashing it out About twenty features, smashing 'em out See me in a six cylinder, three litre, two turbo, ragsin it out So don't tell me that grime shouldn't be the music that man's putting out If you don't know about fucking up shows, bringing hundred's of supporters to the videos, spitting brand new bars nobody knows still everybody in the room up on their toes Room smoked out even though I don't smoke Forget my bars and freestyle, I don't choke Been doing this for over ten years so shh hut yuh muh, 'llow it!

Jesus, The Missing Years

JOHN PRINE "The Missing Years"
[Spoken:] Jesus... the missing years It was raining. It was cold West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old So he packed his bags and he headed out To find out what the world's about He went to France. He went to Spain He found love. He found pain. He found stores so he started to shop But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop Kids in trouble with the cops From Israel didn't have no home So he cut his hair and moved to Rome It was there he met his Irish bride And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome... Italy that is Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money Changers, Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks. [Chorus:] Charley bought some popcorn Billy bought a car Someone almost bought the farm But they didn't go that far Things shut down at midnight At least around here they do Cause we all reside down the block Inside at....23 Skidoo. Wine was flowing so were beers So Jesus found his missing years So He went to a dance and said "This don't move me" He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie On his thirteenth birthday he saw "Rebel without a Cause" He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind You see him and the wife wasn't getting along So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song Called "The Dove of Love Fell Off the Perch" But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church At least not back then anyhow Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and A Coca-Cola and he swallowed it. He discovered the Beatles And he recorded with the Stones Once He even opened up a three-way package In Southern California for old George Jones [Chorus] The years went by like sweet little days With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais When he woke up he was seventeen The world was angry. The world was mean. Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop All agreed that life stank. All the world smelled like poop Baby poop that is..the worst kind So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb And headed back to Jerusalem to find Mom, Dad and home But when he got there the cupboard was bare Except for an old black man with a fishing rod He said "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?" Jesus said "God" Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into? I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood They're gonna kill me Mama. They don't like me Bud. So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick So come and gather around me my contemporary peers And I'll tell you all the story of Jesus...The Missing Years [Chorus] We all reside down the block Inside at... 23 Skidoo.

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