G.B.H. lyrics - From Here To Reality

New Decade

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From the slums to the suburbs there's a rallying cry, people are kicking authority, blacking its eye. It's sure time to party when your freedom comes, flowers poking out of the barrels of guns. Like a punch-drunk fighter, I see your power fade, talking your place in this mad, mad, mad parade. You pulled the pin from the last hand-grenade, .. .. It's the start of a new decade. You'll get your liberation from the soldiers and the cops, the new wall is built and that is where the buck stops. The underground has risen, select a chosen few. So throw out the old, bring in the new. You've over-run the ignorant, the bigots and the fools, burnin' in the decadence .. the new mob rules.

The Closer You Get

CHRIS REA "Whatever Happened To Benny Santini?"
Street lights start to come on I know that it's time Stop what you're doing Meet those drinking friends of mine First lady call me on the telephone She said 'Get out and die young but I'm staying at home' Now I believe in love, I believe that it's true Know I'm defenceless when I look into blue Sleepy eyes down an angel's face Don't worry honey no-one's gonna take your place The closer you get, the better you look Throw me a line 'Cos the closer you get, the more that I see We'll sure have a good time I know what you're thinking, well how do I feel? We'll there's no rules in my book Except the closer you get, the better you look Keep one foot in the showroom, one out of sight Girl I've had some close ones but I'm doing all right Gold on her fingers don't mean a thing He'll do his best to hear that sweet lady sing Now I got the time if you got the place We've got the know how and you got the face We got the power, we got no shame Come over baby, I sure do wanna light your flame 'Cos the closer you get, the better you look Throw me a line The closer you get, the more that I see We'll sure have a good time I know what you're thinking, well how do I feel? We'll there's no rules in my book Except the closer you get, the better you look

It Goes

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
SLUG Now, when you come to apply for a job Don't tell 'em you're homeless 'Cause I promise they won't hire you And if they like your songs Just nod your head and play along Never tell 'em what inspires you I bet my fans know me better than my friends do Because my friends don't pay that much attention The fans memorize every single sentence Which makes them far too smart to ever start a friendship I need to start writing pieces about other people's problems 'Cause strangers are starting to get worried I'm in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit And find happiness before I hit thirty OK, OK, I've said too much I wear my heart on my sleeve When all I need to do is write a hit Somebody shoulda showed me how to shut up and breathe 'Cause there's a time and place to bite your lip It goes peace to phobia For the boots made for walking Now if only Best Buy could break me off with a Walkman Everything would be fine I could spend time smiling Instead of pulling a sad clown around this island I've got no suggestions Well, maybe one Leave my type alone when you decide to touch that microphone See, me and you We're on different pages We're in different stages We've got different flavors I'mma let you do your thing Just as long as your thing Ain't got a single thing to do with me and what I'm trying to bring But if my name crosses your lips You better guard your tongue Pardon me, give me my respect, and keep it all in fun If I had extra time I'd walk around and shake everybody's hand (Like, how you doin' my man?) But I'm not allowed I'm trying to beat the clock now So I'm out, right after I rock this crowd It goes: ola ola olaaa (yeah) Ola ola olaaa (2x) It goes: one two three four five Six seven eight nine ten And all I ever wanted out of live was rhymin' Either from me or an innocent bystander I wasn't that picky, just give it to me quickly Whatever it takes, to cook these cakes You wanna hear your voice but don't know nothing 'bout the breaks And it's obvious you haven't found your place Got me askin', 'Who is he? How did he end up in my city? I'm the crocodile that the trucker tried to wrestle I'm the main ingredient from yesterday's special Close the hole and push that level I'll chop the head off the devil and I'll throw it at you And I'll be damned if I ever climb another tree From here on, the squirrels and birds can come to me From sun to sun and from sea to sea (Girl, they call me Slug, do you wanna make love?) Now all the leaders in the place, throw your hands in the air All the feeders in the house, throw your hands in the air All the thinkers here tonight, put your hands in the air Anybody we forgot, you can stand there and stare Yeah, you remember, tracksmart (?), off to a bad start The way I used to carry got buried in the backyard Caught between a scotch and a cinnamon Pop-Tart The bell doesn't work, foo, you better knock hard Line by line, I'm doing fine Ideas on my mind for my time Hail when my kind does leave behind They'll find that I was the one that died trying I would never trade the way I am for the way I'm not My crew is kinda popular, we get to play a lot And my son thinks that I am the coolest thing in the world 'Cause he's still too young to fall in love with girls It goes: ola ola olaaa Yeah, you're listening to the cool sounds of Atmosphere Ola ola olaaa From Minneapolis, Minnesota Ola ola olaaa Givin' a shout-out to the whole world Ola ola olaaa And we'd like to tell all of y'all, it goes: Ola ola olaaa To y'all Ola ola olaaa To us Ola ola olaa Now band, shut up, let the bassman do his thing, shush It's like that and It's like that and It's like this and It's like this and (2x) It goes: ola ola olaa Ola ola olaaa (3x) It goes...

This Means War

AC/DC "Blow Up Your Video"
(You get your head down, will you) I I want you I want you to I want you to march Eyes go right, shoulder arms Left wheel turn, show your charms Change your clothes, cut your hair Ain't no joke, ain't no place for kids When the flags are high, hear the battle cry Treaty gone, see the bandit fly Dig that trench, watch the blast Shell shock come, coming fast Name and rank on parade Might get laid by a hand grenade Do you know what this means? Do you know what this means? This - means - war This means war, this means war I said this means war, this means war This means war (Run for cover, hit the deck, call for your mother) I I need you I need you to I need you to fire Cock your gun, wet your sights Get the bull dead to rights Volunteers, one pace back On the beach ain't no place for kids When the flack is high on a bomber run You don't talk back to an ack-ack gun Fire range, and you're in the blitz Keep your head or you're blown to bits Name and rank on parade Might get laid by a hand grenade Do you know what it means? Do you know what it means? This - means - war Who's going there, is it a friend or foe? Propaganda time on the radio Top brass shout as they clown around Peace talks die in Geneva town Do you know what it means? (This means war) Do you know what it means? (This means war) Do you know what it means? (This means war) Do you know what it means? (This means) This - means - war This means war I said this means war, this means war This means war (Where's the second gun?) This means war, I told you before, this means war You know the score, said this means war This means war This-means-war You're all dead

Band Of The Hand (It's Hell Time Man!)

BOB DYLAN "Love And Theft"
Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Down these streets the fools rule There's no freedom or self respect, A knife's point or a trip to the joint Is about all you can expect. They kill people here who stand up for their rights, The system's just too damned corrupt It's always the same, the name of the game Is who do you know higher up. Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand The blacks and the whites, The idiotic, the exotic, Wealth is a filthy rag So erotic so unpatriotic So wrapped up in the American flag. Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb, Turning children into punks and slaves Whose heroes and healers are rich drug dealers Who should be put in their graves. Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Listen to me Mr. Pussyman This might be your last night in a bed so soft We're not pimps on the make, politicians on the take, You can't pay us off. We're gonna blow up your home of Voodoo And watch it burn without any regret We got the power we're the new government, You just don't know it yet. Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand For all of my brothers from Vietnam And my uncles from World War II, I'd like to say that it's countdown time now And we're gonna do what the law should do. And for you pretty baby, I know you've seen it all. I know your story is too painful to share. One day though you'll be talking in your sleep And when you do, I wanna be there. Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand

This World

Caedmon's Call "Caedmon's Call"
There's tarnish on the golden rule And I want to jump from this ship of fools Show me a place where hope is young And a people who are not afraid to love (Chorus) This world has nothing for me And this world has everything All that I could want And nothing that I need This world is making me drunk On the spirits of fear So when he says who will go I am nowhere near (repeat chorus twice) And the least of these Look like criminals to me So I leave Christ on the street This world has held my hand And has led me into intolerance But now I'm waking up And now I'm breaking up But now I'm making up For lost time (repeat chorus) -

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