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David Byrne lyrics - Look Into The Eyeball

The Moment Of Conception

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At the moment of conception I could see someone approaching Will you be my disco dancer? I could use a little coaching Will you be my secret lover? Mother, Father, Sister, Brother too I was born without a conscience Full of freedom, full of nonsense From the mountains to the beaches Eat the apples, steal the peaches Will you be this wild child's lady? Will you carry me to safety? Lock me up and take me home I don't wanna be free Goin' crazy - on my own It's not where I wanna be I behave without compassion I see things I want to smash them When I put our love in danger and treat you like a total stranger I don't really want to hurt you I would stop it if I could do Blame my school and blame my parents And the genes that I inherit Blame it on my older sister for showing me her dirty pictures Blame the TV and the movies Blame the lawyers and the juries Lock me up and take me home I don't wanna be free Goin' crazy - on my own It's not where I wanna be At the moment of conception At the moment of conception

Never Give Up

BARBRA STREISAND "Guilty"
I'm a mine of information I'm a stranger to the cause I been watchin' you watchin' me babe But the words I had are lost Just wanna go down to be found Wanna rise up in your flames I wanna be everything you need babe And I'm begging you to say in my heart A room with a view There's only a fool there I will never give up , never give up , never give up I will never give up , never give up , never give up I will follow you home How can you turn me away Did you ever get hungry or thirsty With a dream to satisfy You don't wanna be safe from being lonely But you're throat is kinda dry Did you ever get senseless or defenseless An exception to the rule Ain't nobody pushin' you but you're rushin' in And I'm beggin' you to stay in my heart Whatever it takes to make you belong there I will never give up , never give up , never give up I will never give up , never give up , never give up Love knows no other way Being together and hearing you say you'll be mine You're my world And I'll be forever yours Did you ever get hungry or thirsty With a dream to satisfy You don't wanna be safe from bein' lonely But you're throat is kinda dry Did you ever get senseless or defenseless An exception to the rule Ain't nobody pushin you but you're rushin' in And I'm beggin' you to stay in my heart A room with a view There's only a fool there I will never give up , never give up , never give up I will never give up , never give up , never give up I will follow you home How can you turn me away I will never give up , never give up , never give up I will never give up , never give up , never give up I will follow you home How can you turn me away

What A Bringdown

CREAM "Goodbye"
by Ginger Baker Dainties in a jam-jar, parson's colour in the sky. Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high. Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh. So you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you know when a head's dead? What a bringdown! Winter leader Lou is grownin' 'Ampsteads in the North. Betty B's been wearin' daisies since the twenty-fourth. Wears a gunner when there's one more coming forth. And you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you wanna go to bed? What a bringdown! There's a tea-leaf about in the family, Full of nothin' their fairy tale. There's a tea-leaf a-floatin' now for Rosalie, They'll believe in ding-dong bell. Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old Bill. Aristotle's orchestra are living on the pill. One of them gets very very prickly when he's ill. And you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you wanna make more bread? What a bringdown!

Silver Kettle

AL STEWART "Sparks Of Ancient Light"
And in the last days of the world of plastic records He takes the car into town He hears the voices of salvation through the static Just turns the volume down A chain link fence round a boarded up arcade Towers of glass that petroleum has made But he wouldn't have been born At any other moment in the world And in the morning he will hear the silver kettle Calling him out of his sleep The world outside goes by in plastic and in metal He's got his secrets to keep The daily news forms a pattern on TV Violence first, then a cat stuck up a tree But he wouldn't have been born At any other moment in this world One o'clock and the office empties out He watches as they pass Nostalgic for something intangible A time that never was There is a crack along the plaster in the kitchen It forms the shape of her face Just for a moment he will trace it with his finger One day he'll paint her away He sees her now - she's got a clean white shirt on She's someone he'd just love to get the dirt on And she couldn't have been born At any other moment in the world

Spaghetti Strapped

ATMOSPHERE "Happy Clown Bad Dub 8 / Fun EP"
Hey Girl What you lookin' like? I have seen you get up, and go to that bathroom Like five or six times in the last twenty minutes What the hell's going on? [Verse 1] Under the great wide gray sky Still the same guy watching the paint dry With bloodshot snake eyes My lady still hates me like you know she should Because the simple things in life don't get overlooked But now I'm here with a glass full of beer Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror Hungover and horny, dirty old man Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the dope man I'll impress her with my jukebox selections Spit a couple words in exchange for affection And if those legs work as good as they look girl You can walk up and down the page in my book Can you spell secret? Come get your feet wet Let me make up pet names for all your little regrets (Here let me buy you a drink as a token of my erection) Hoping that you'll open up and put down your weapons [Chorus] Up, up, girl let your strap down, put your strap down Up, up, girl put your strap down [Verse 2] Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the track I had to suffer punching onto somebody's back What's up with that? Where's the independence? Find the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship But damn got head rushed, can't stop What's the big fuss it was just a little hand job So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers It was like a massage-a-trois Why the witnesses always positioned up in your business Like they're invested in your best interests Who I be with, and who I leave with Affects this vicarious life that the weak live Guess now the pressure's on me to charm you Relieve you of your weapon, disarm you See if I can get you off this barstool We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes girl [Chorus] [Verse 3] From the star-fuckers to the hard lovers Passing judgment on none Everyone's got scars mother Some of them will never heal Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels You can't avoid them or fill a void with 'em If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas (Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right here girl) Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a muse This time around I'm trying to cook up the blues Let's make a little love, a little hate A little give and take and give it to the kids that can relate And we don't even have a choice It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my voice So praise God that the rain ain't stopped Let's head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now

Simmons Incorporated

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}] Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga (Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down) {Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on What's the deal pa, where you headed son} (Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy) {Word} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates At churches and shit (He's spittin flames right now baby He at the top of his game, right now I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch Youknowhatimean He's a born again, hooligan) Uh-huh [Jamel Simmons] I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin Industry shakin, you kiddin me We money makin Your money fake son, I'll call you clay cuz you get's Play-Doh Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion Simmons name sinamous wit this cash It's our passion... what! [Run] Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74 Lotta money in this fam, think about it Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam Well damn, how the hell you think we livin How you think it feel to be a Simmons Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label If I did this whole rap game be unstable Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors It's only fair that we share those naked papers You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million MC's waitin in line Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise [Method Man] Now speed it up, uh [Chorus 2X: Run] Run really make ya wanna drop, drop Now wanna make ya go live, live Now wanna make ya go live, live Now hold up [Method Man] Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm Word to my born, dead by dawn Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm! Another sound boy dyin, hot irons Slugs flyin out the hardware appliance Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin You was at aws wit them kids till they made it even Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a what Yo best best to give it up Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony Some hump free, they mad bogey Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend She wasn't last night punk, little boy Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins here This sport's extreme, know what I mean Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!! [D.M.C.] Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle Cracks, in the cradle Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon Little Boy Blue higher than the moon Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound I come to school and lay down the rules Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the dark Co-co-corner, black as a goner Didn't really wanna call my momma in Savannah [Mike Ransom] I spit dynamite ignite turn off lights Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically hype Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life +Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown Who wanna come and see, come and test me Take about a million MC's to wet me For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein the five Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to much Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied [Kenny Cash] You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin the fish Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin lips Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K. After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay [Chorus 4X]

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