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HARRY CHAPIN lyrics - Dance Band on the Titanic

We Grew Up A Little Bit

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We got married early And just a little bit late Baby came too early But some things just can't wait We were just beginning But it was very clear We grew up a little bit that year I caught on as a meter man You were caught at home When I started night school You ended up alone But you had another baby While I had my career And we grew up a little bit We grew up a little bit We grew up a little bit that year They put me in a office job A young man on the move We bought a house in Shaker Heights You supervised the move We were cashing checks, you were changing children While I played engineer And we were growing ever faster Every year I got bored of kilowatts You were tired of kids I started staying out at night And soon that's what you did At parties we'd go seperately You'd wiggle and I'd leer And we were growing faster We were growing ever faster We were growing ever faster every year You learned to live in silence I learned to live in lies And we both igored the empty spaces Growing in our eyes Your breath became a gin and tonic Mine became a beer And we grew up a little more last year Today at work they passed me by And promoted John instead I came home to find you'd wrecked the car I guess I lost my head Well, I can't believe I hit you But the rage came on so strong Ah, where did we go wrong? As you sit there crying I wonder who you are The partner-stranger-friend and foe Who's come with me this far We stand here in the ashes And I guess it is quite clear We did not really grow too much Each year So you say we're going nowhere Well I know that's where we've been Still I can't help wondering Can we begin again? I feel so full of questions Curiosity and fear But could we grow a little bit Could we grow a little bit Can we grow a little bit this year?

Good Kids Make Bad Grown Ups

ARIEL PINK "The Doldrums"
They say that part of growing up is Getting a job Well, I don't wanna grow up They say part of being young is Going to school Well, I'd rather throw up They used to say I was a good kid Now I'm a good kid Did that by staying in school But now they say that I'm a dumb man 'Cause I'm a good kid Don't you understand? They say part of being grown is Having your way I guess I'll be a grown up today They also say that the key to being grown Is staying young I don't wanna grow up They say that young boys got it easy Just try to please me, And you can get your way But I won't be nobody's baby. 'Cause I'm so lazy, And I happen to be me Won't you believe The terrors deep inside won't come out They should have told met hat being so good Would make me so bad But nobody knew, no Growing up is not as half as fun as Growing down The other way I'm... (Under the ground, under the ground, oh) They used to say I was a bad kid I'm glad that they did Now I play all the time Now people say I grew up early I better hurry 'Cause good kids make bad grown ups And part of the artistic process is going berserk But I don't wanna blow up They say that part of growing up is getting a job I don't wanna grow up! They used to say I was a bad kid I'm glad that they did Now I can play all the time Now people say I grew up early I better hurry 'Cause good kids - Won't you believe We'll help you in the night 'Til we come home Won't you conceive We'll find you when you're home, Just out of reach

Gopher Guts

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts; Poolside; 0 for 1 and don't forget spoons twice Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie Rooms in his home that dissipate into fruit flies Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat. [To Moms:] "it's me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half." She said "I'll keep you in my prayers, " I said "I need to hide a body, " she said "ok honey, talk to you on Friday." Apparently we share a common plasma so the growing disconnection doesn't matter. according to the blood-and-water chapter. weird Who wrote the blood-and-water chapter anyway? probably some surly dad; only child, 30 cats. Looking for a way to reconnect with an averted past. Except it doesn't always work like that Today I pulled three baby snakes out of moss and dirt; where the wild strawberry vines toss and turn; I told them "you will grow to be something inventive and electric; you are healthy, you are special, you are present." then I let them go Oh You were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisions I was privy to a headache over pirouetting innards In the mirror sweating pictures; who's there: simian or lizard? As it were there is a disappearing difference In ambition and material; Antiquated gentleman outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriol Move as a godless heathen; black gums, tooth gone, bootleg 'Yukon Cornelius' I'm a... that's better, here we here we go. disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar bill Got a little plot of land where authority isn't recognized, contraband keeping the core of his Hyde Jekyll-ized Check! nevermind a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying It is something he must handle on his own; the wind blown way, wanna win? don't play Today I pulled three green frogs out of leaf and bark where the grape vines climb a convenient barn; I told them "you will grow to be something tenacious and exalted; you are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded." then I let them go Oh I have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up and lip that kissed me on the temple I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembled I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish that acted different when the bidding was essential I have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils I have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebels Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land. I told them "you will grow to be something dynamic and impressive; you are patient you are gallant you are festive." Then I let them go Oh (On and on and on and on...)

9-5ers Anthem

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
[Aesop Rock] Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds Half the patients wasted self pride at Commencement So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections And twelve steps to lesson Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics Life treats the peasants like They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems When the clock strikes nine I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players For the cycle of it Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is watching My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts We on some door-to-door now Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies For copper pennies for one commanding Gimme that So we can retain baby fat Make the biter snake bedlam Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon Bent barrel one eight zero, you'll turn, squeeze, ending It's on like it's never been It's bleeding well It's bigger than a breadbox It can roast my leaky finance I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag of chips To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because The first one slipped Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks I tend to underestimate my average Just another bastard savage Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand Cuz every dog has its day At which point, I'll pull it away Now we the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out When we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope [Aesop Rock] It's the year of the silkworm Everything I built burned yesterday Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve Elevate the spreading of the silk germ Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal Saddle up on high horse My torch forced Polaris embarrassed Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage I bought some new sneakers I just hope my legacy matches It's the year of the landshark Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water They're out there being slaughtered In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters Man it's the year of the Orphan Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat Maybe it's the year of the waterbug Cockroach utter thug specimen Your response, dreaming of your next of kin I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in I've been the object of your ridicule You've been a bitch lieutenant God it's the year of the underpaid employee Spitting forty plus a week And trying to rape earth on my off time You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough So you can run run run And I'ma let you think you won EVERYBODY! We the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine to five day-in day-out But we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope [Aesop Rock] Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless

Parade

THE ANTLERS "Familiars"
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade- A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made. But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity’s worth, ‘cause we're already here, in the same place when our phones don't work. So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all, and I’m getting ready for when everything is wonderful for just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood, in a meadow, uncut and understood. We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart, Harbored in a fortress insurmountable, Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are. Erasing horror and disgust, Rewinding the sorrow and the rust. Before our suffering’s suffering, hadn’t we suffered enough? On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own, and all we know is “each other” and invisible homes, we find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot, where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot. And I can feel the difference when the day begins, like all I know is, "This year will be the year we win." We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades and start again, before the memory of the mess we've made.

Syndicate Soldier

Everlast "Forever Everlasting"
Here we are, my friend. Once again I'm inclined to rhyme one time. So won't you lend me your ear? Cuz it's clear That this here has no pain If this song was the blues you'd be sheddin a tear Like a baby Maybe Is shoulda held back. Some of you look shocked I guess you couldn't tell that I was here to drop knowledge College is irrelevant My next move, To prove I'm smooth but still intelligent Expressing Lessons with sheer precision First hear me out then make a decision On whether Everlast knows what time it is. Does this song belong in the rhyming biz? Yes, I think so, cuz I'm a pioneer Blazing the trail across a new frontier. I'm growing lengths of growing stregth as I get older. Cuz I'm a syndicate soldier. All affections left behind, There's two more gears to grind. Before I'm through, I'm sure that you will find A new respect for the rhymes I inject. Through your eardrum, Don't play dumb Just let me get to the point of my address Unless you feel you can't go. This song is on the tables to make you dance, so Get up, and if you don't, leave the premises I'm Rula-Ku so you can call me a genesis. Born to perform and please a large crowd Of people at night and to my right is El-o The scale is brother, Known for being treacherous A sucker made a move and that's the reason Fletcher was forced to put his head out He got too close to me, Two by my side And that's that's how it's supposed to be. These are my brothers, And they've been around me Since back in the days when the Syndicate found me. They are the people deserving of credit. List my name, gained fame, and made sure I wouldn't let it Go to my head Instead I keep my feet down Unlike sucker's from the past I beat down. The fatal mistake was to break on my confidence Overall, their fall was due to overconfidence. As we go, the ego's All start acting up With statements Of greatness, the rhymes aren't backing up. Talking louder as they get bolder, But there's no defense Against a syndicate soldier. As we reach the final stage, Something got engaged, In a conflict, That's sick with violent rage. I gained fame, From my name, Everlast. How long can this hype about a devil last? A star was formed, but everyone took it serious. Now it's seems, I'm seen as delirious. That's okay, I'll stay under rated. And good things will come to all who have waited. For the brother of a lighter skin to begin Droppin' knowledge with weight, Cuz you rate paper thins. Science is one thing, knowledge is another. What do I mean when I say that I'm a brother? Being a brother is a state of mind For all those who chose to remain unblind. Growing wisdom as I get older. That's right I'm white and I'm a syndicate soldier.

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