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Fall lyrics

Iceland

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A plate steel object was fired And I did not feel for my compatriots Hated even the core of myself Not a matter of ill-health It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself The fact attainment was out of... [Mounting orations/What generations] [Dumb populations/What emulations] To be humbled in Iceland Sing of legend, sing of destruction Witness the last of the god-men Hear about Megas Jonsson * Cast the runes against your own soul There is not much more time to go Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul And be humbled in Iceland Sit in the gold room Fall down flat in the Cafe Iol* Without a glance from the clientele Your coffee black as well, Hair blond as hell Cast the runes against your own soul Roll up for the underpants show And be humbled in Iceland And the spawn of the volcano Is thick and impatient Like the people around it. See a green goblin redhead, redhead Make a grab for the book of prayers. Do anything for a bit of attention Get humbled in Iceland What the goddamn fuck is it? That played the pipes of aluminum A Memorex for the Krakens That induces this rough text And casts the runes against the self-soul And humbles in Iceland [* Megas Jonsson is considered to be the father of Icelandic rock'n'roll ; he ridiculed the sacred Sagas of [Iceland], wrote scathing, surreal lyrics, got heavily into booze and drugs, was barred from radio and shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called Plans For Suicide, announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in public since he's now a dock worker. -- from Colin Irwin's 26 September 1981 Melody Maker article about the Fall in Iceland. --Ed.] [* Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in Reykjavik where MES hung out when in Iceland. --ed.] [* [From Paintwork]

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JASON MRAZ "Love Is A Four Letter Word"
Are you dancing with your partner, or are you pushing them around? Are you begging for attention, or do you love the one you’ve found? Are you giving up your Saturdays to waltz all over town? Or is every day a jolly holiday with whomever you're with now? You could give it all away, give it all and be unstoppable All away, everything is really possible, all away You never really own it anyway, It’ll all fall in place if you just let go Don’t dress up your children like dolls from your past Or They’ll run from you madly, they'll never look back And when they grow older, they’ll do just the same The world’s a reflection of how children play Well You could give it all away, give it all and be unstoppable All away, gonna make empty meaningful You never really own it anyway, It’ll all fall in place if you just let go When you’re in the mood, baby Hear just what your heart has to say When the world is turning topside and turvy then you better hurry back down To the bottom of your soul and be loved Your word is your access, your mouth is your door Let’s slide down inside there, and see what's in store In the middle there’s a rhythm picking, it's a freaking hard beat At the bottom there’s a lot of water keeping your soul deep You could give it all away, give it all and be unstoppable All away, everything is really possible, all away You never really own it anyway, It’ll all fall in place if you just let go When you’re in the mood, baby Hear just what your heart has to say When the world is turning topside and turvy then you better hurry down To the bottom of your soul Get down, get it all, and be loved

Tha Way We Run It

MC Eiht "Last Man Standing"
Geah One two One two (check it out) One two One two (check it out) Uh [B-REAL] I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire Just another brick in the wall you fall tired Who will be the one son to fall victim? Who's on the street, who's runnin' from pigs wishing? No way out You can't stay out - your hook Criminal lifestyle, you're booked in the crook Where will you seek shelter? Killafornia What'll you do when you see the heat around the corner? You silly fucking goner, where will you hide? On the sick side of town facin' the long ride Sick-ass Soul Assassins I keep blastin' Cause you never know when it's time for some action A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin' Through your city get the committee a ready faction We run shit And muthafuckas are on it You can't call it, buster you better stall it [Chorus] We got G-boys and ho's on deck One times gafflin' niggas that chin check (check it out) You see a robbery We done it That's just the way we run it [EIHT] Ten years in the game, no chains remain Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain First green since the B.G. I gotta get cream Late nite hype's the fiends as I plots a scheme Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos Did good I made up tapes about the hood Locked down that shit as nobody could Enemies always out to get me But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won't hit me Street dreams always made of this Top dollar Bitches and switches is on my list Leave your ass with the good night kiss Makes moves smooth so your shorty won't miss Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill Real G's always packs the steel [Chorus] [EIHT] It ain't a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it - in the mix Nowadays We be's the G's that's deadly Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready Common sense'll tell you, slide out But ain't no fuckin' where for you to hide out Got the picture? We don't play no games Eiht and B-Real fuckin' Frank Jesse James To the limit Watch us do what we do Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue Senoritas and pesos yes yes y'all Ball cause we to tall and never fall We got paper fo' sho' No doubt Criminal mind this time you're assed out Define it Here's your strollin' paper just sign it Take a walk as the Eiht starts to talk [Chorus] Soul Assassins one time Soul Assassins two times Geah My nigga Muggs Still pushin' that china white Check it out, uh Boom Bam in the house My nigga Foe in the house Geah Cypress in the house, uh Take 2 to your mouth Soul Assassins That's right Whatcha wanna do?

Sorcery

Kataklysm
(Chapter 3 - Reborn Through Death) Marching corpse to rise, I must fulfill my new destiny, crawlwalking = from my suicide. As I penetrate the exit of my home, my mother had a nervous = breakdown and fell into a coma. Outside my domain, I discover, that my dreaming abilities were my = undead powers. Casting a spell of no return, at the forgotten Isle, where lies the = forbidden shrine. Out of my tornado field near the sacred shrine, I climb the steps of = knowledge. Each step inflicts me terrible pain, decomposition of my soul as my = innard organs rot away. Flesh falling part by part, dematerialization. In front of the pedestal, I open the golden book and some of my = fingers fall off. A bright radiance illuminated from the book, this gleam dissolves my = eyes. The pus flows on my cheeks, at this moment a voice says... =B3What are thine purpose?=B2, as I answer one of my arms breaks into = pieces. =B3I am here...I want to repent myself, from my will of death=B2 =B3Art thou sure?=B2....YES!, then read aloud what is written. I can=B9t, my eyes...I must concentrate...I see the chant of life, the = mantra to reborn Ahm...Mu...Hum...Cah... VERAMOCOR! Ahm...Mu...Hum...Cah... Now I can hear thousands of lamenting damians around the sacred = shrine. Waiting for my soul to fall, my body cracks in two. I keep my faith =8Ctill the end of the beginning. As my torso of vomiting worms dies. My brain explodes...my body is thrown in... I=B9m alive...free to REBORN!

Fence Post

AARON WATSON "The Underdog"
Now this is a true story for the most part That occurred on the top floor of this bigwig record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee Now understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody God knows I love country music with all my heart and soul And I love the Grand Ole Opry But I do have a problem with someone who can't even play a D chord on a guitar Telling someone with a dream that they won't get far So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me out there running around Don't get discouraged if you have a dream Don't be afraid to chase it down It's how it goes He said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm about to say I can see you have a passion For the songs you write and play But you lack what we all call commercial appeal And you just don't have what it takes To make it here in Nashville" Ouch... Well my heart felt like a train wreck But I wore a smile on my face I said, "Thank you for your time, sir" Put my guitar back in its case Our little conversation was like a revelation Redirecting my dreams 'Cause God knows I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rap Or wear those tight skinny jeans Cause you know I'd rather sing my own songs Than be a puppet on a string I'll wear what I want to wear I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing Heaven knows all I need Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas Than the king of Tennessee So I loaded up my old pickup truck And I drove back home to Amarillo Got a gig off old route 66 At this ballroom called "The Armadillo" And for the first thousand shows or so Not a soul showed up I thought about quitting every other day But I just kept on kicking that cup Yeah, I kept kicking that can surrounded by blood, sweat, and beers And wouldn't you know I became an overnight sensation In just over ten years And now I'm packing out all the dance halls And the rodeos every night I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat I'd say I'm doing alright And you know I'd rather sing my own songs Than be a puppet on a string I'll wear what I want to wear I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing Heaven knows all I need Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas Than the king of Tennessee Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking, boys Well, wouldn't you know that old record man Showed up one night at this honky tonking bar After my show he said, "Son, I believe you might be the next big country star" He said, "We like how you keep it raw We like how you keeping it real And I think you may just have what we all like to call commercial appeal" Huh, ain't that something Well, sir... I'd rather sing my own songs Than be a puppet on a string I'll wear what I want to wear And I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing Heaven knows all I need Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas Than the king of Tennessee God bless Tennessee But I'd rather be just an old fence post in Texas Than sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rap Or wear those tight fitting skinny jeans

Darcy Farrow

JOHN DENVER "Rocky Mountain High"
(Gillette/Campbell) Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain, there lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name. The daughter of old Dundee, and a fair one was she, the sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range. Her voice was as sweet as sugar candy, her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down. Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights that shine in the night out of Yerrington town. She was courted by young Vandamere. A fine lad was he as I am to hear. He gave her silver rings and lacy things. She promised to wed before the snows came that year. But her pony did stumble, and she did fall. Her dying touched the hearts of us one and all. Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain, We buried them together as the snows began to fall. They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through, they sing of her beauty in Virginia City, too. At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round and to young Vandy whose love was true.

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