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Got To Get It

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Chorus: Got to get it got to get it out of my head I think I expexted too much of it Got to get it got to get it out of my head I know I wanted too much from it Got to get it got to get it Who needs to feel like that Got to get it got to get it Who needs to feel like that Got to get it got to get it Who needs to feel like that Got to get it got to get it Can't get you out of my head I try Thoughts of you I just cannot defy We must have had something real strong I'm tossing turning all night long Can't even enjoy a fantasy Without your face jumping in a scene Can't escape your grip 'cause you clutch my mind Wanna dream of other girls but you I find Thought getting you out of my heart was hard But now I see that was just the start Your legacy is trying to drive me mad To forget I concentrate on all the bad Can't shake this monkey off my back Tried drinking everything from beer to jack No answers in all the books I've read All I know is I've got to get you out of my head Repeat Chorus Yeah yeah yeah Out of my thoughts let go my mind (x7) I'm gonna have to change this thing so let's stop it for a second Okay let's do it Repeat Chorus Yeah yeah yeah Repeat Chorus Yeah yeah yeah

White Room

ALISHA'S ATTIC
(Poole/Martin/Poole) (Chorus) You are entering the White Room That's the password And you can leave your hang-ups At the door now Coz this is the White Room My asylum And you are welcome Look at all you pretty people Walking past my eyes The room is getting smaller There's a bright light deep inside My toes are curling upwards And my shoes have left my feet They took away my velvet chair My name is obsolete But Hell, we can get dreamy Yeah Delicious, we can be happy Yeah So happy I've been thinking about you Yeah And if you wanna come in You got to knock three times (Repeat Chorus) Good Heavens! I don't know how you got here Did you sneak inside my head? Did you say a few sweet words And sneak inside my bed? Look at this, a huge big pillow Come and lay your mind And walk inside my crooked thought And see what fun you'll find Oh Hell, we can get dreamy Yeah Delicious, we can be happy Yeah So happy, I've been thinking about you Yeah And if you wanna come in You got to knock three times (Repeat Chorus) Positively spiritual Definitely sexual Could it be I'm cynical? Or could it be I…well I Like I said Override, satisfied Our love hits on the red ‘Til you show me that secret weapon That shoots my fears all dead This is the White Room My asylum And you are welcome! (Repeat Chorus to fade) Return

I Need To Hear It

Leslie Carter "Like Wow"
My friends have told me lately, That you've been talkin' 'bout me, How I'm your one-and-only, oh yeah. Well, if that's what you're sayin', That kind of information Is what I need my baby, oh yeah.... You can tell me on the phone baby, Tell me when we're all alone baby, Just don't take too long.... Chorus I need to hear it from you, I don't know if everything they say is true, I can't read your mind, Even if I wanted to, I need to hear it from you. The time we spend together, Just keeps on getting better, I think you know it baby, oh yeah. We share each other's secrets, But still there's one your keepin', About the way your feelin', oh yeah.... I think ya need to let it out baby, In a whisper or a shout baby, Just don't take too long... Chorus - repeat From your lips, from your mouth, go on and say it baby, Tell me now, To my face, to my heart, go on and say it baby, Shout it out.... (I need to) Chorus - repeat From your lips, from your mouth, go on and say it baby, To my face, to my heart, go on and say it baby, Tell me now, shout it out, go on and say it baby, Oh yeah....I need to hear it.... Repeat to fade

Passion Is No Ordinary Word

Graham Parker "Squeezing out Sparks"
Intro A E D A E A It worked much better in a fantasy D A E Imagination's one thing that comes easy to me A E A Cause this is nothing else if not unreal D A E When I pretend to touch you, you pretend to feel CHORUS F#m D E A D E Passion is no ordinary word, Passion is no ordinary word F#m D C#m D Passion is no ordinary word, Ain't manufactured or just another sound Bm E A E D That you hear at night at night Ain't got no idols for the screen today Although they make a lot of noises they got nothing to say I try to look amazed but it's an act The movie might be new but it's the same soundtrack (REPEAT CHORUS) BRIDGE E A Say how it feels real useless ain't it E D E Wait until it bites right down inside you A E D E The world is easy when you're just playing around with it A E A E Everything's a thrill and every girl's a kill A E D E And then it gets unreal and then you don't feel anything A D E A D E A D E You don't feel anything You don't feel anything A D E A D E D (solo) An object of desire you don't desire to be I bet the shop window dummies give in just as easily I try to stop but have to make you drop down to the floor Moaning in the darkness as we fake some more REPEAT CHORUS TWICE Just another sound that you hear at night Ain't just another sound (REPEAT AND FADE on D chord)

Copper

HARRY CHAPIN "Legends of the Lost Found"
If you were looking for a way to make me mad it was a sure fire way you found Acting like a half wit fool, laying your money around Well I came back here to tell you Lou, 'bout what you almost did Don't you ever put the cash on the counter Lou, when I'm with my kid Yeah the kid's thirteen he's growing Lou, two years and he'll be bigger than me Still he thinks I'm strong as a blacksmith and straighter than the tall oak tree I raised him alone ten years now since his Mama ran away And you ain't gonna blow his image of me for the stunt like you pulled today Chorus: They took the copper right out of the penny Lou They got the pig locked up in the pen But you're in big trouble with me, yes you If you ever do that again Ten bucks a week protection don't mean I can't knock you down You've got to treat me like a living saint Lou, whenever my son's around Yeah the kid wants to be a policeman just like me You know he'll be a good one the way I started out to be And he just might end up police chief, now wouldn't that be something to see? 'Cause then the kid would kick right off of the force all the two-bit grifters like me Chorus I guess it was when my old lady left me and she took off with a salesman guy I started to see things so differently, cut your own slice out of the pie Yeah I grew up and it came clear to me all the smart cops on the make You get a silver badge not an old tin star when you're on the take It's pimps and whores, punk gang wars, robberies and homicides When you walk the beat with the creeps on the street, well there ain't no way to hide I spent half my life without no wife ridin' herd on the scum of the earth I learned the tricks of the trade from the gutter parade and then I prayed for all I'm worth Don't you know I appreciate the money Lou, 'cause it all goes into the bank And when I send my kid to college someday I'll have guys like you to thank Yeah ten bucks a week on your grocery store means you don't have to worry 'bout crime But hold your money when the kid's with me you can pay me double next time Chorus Ten bucks a week protection don't mean I can't knock you down You've got to treat me like a living saint Lou, whenever my son's around

Tart

ELVIS COSTELLO
Hear silver trumpets will trill in Arabic streets of Seville Oranges roll in the gutter And you pick them up And peel back the skin To the red fruit within But the flavor is... Tart And the flavor is... Tart Is it something you crave? And you say that you only feel bitterness When you know it's a lie, lie, lie... Wild with a blackberry bush There were blossoms of cherries to crush There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips They stain your hands, press too hard They'll color your lips... But the flavor is... Tart And the flavor is... Tart Is it something you crave? 'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness? Repeat chorus Odd, where nothing else grows It was something like love that she chose Always a creature of habit When pity would do She wore down that heel with no feeling She kept on her shoes Repeat chorus Nylon was hung from a peg And a kohl black seam ran down her leg Fishermen look for their nets And send their regrets The bug lay there broken She spoke: Is this some kind of joke? But the flavor is... Tart

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