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JONI MITCHELL lyrics - For The Roses

Electricity

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The Minus is loveless He talks to the land And the leaves fall And the pond over-ices She don't know the system, Plus She don't understand She's got all the wrong fuses and splices She's not going to fix it up Too easy The masking tape tangles It's sticky and black And the copper Proud headed Queen Lizzie Conducts little charges That don't get charged back Well the technical manual's busy She's not going to fix it up too easy And she holds out her flashlight And she shines it on me She wants me to tell her What the trouble might be Well I'm learning It's peaceful With a good dog and some trees Out of touch with the breakdown Of this century They're not going to fix it up Too easy We once loved-together And we floodlit that time Input-output-electricity But the lines overloaded And the sparks started flying And the loose wires Were lashing out at me She's not going to fix that up Too easy But she holds out her candle And she shines it in And she begs him to show her How to fix it again While the song that he sang her To soothe her to sleep Runs all through her circuits Like a heartbeat She's not going to fix it up Too easy

Wish I Was Aaron

I Voted For Kodos "Close Enough For Ska"
Well here we are now, we're playing a show Seems like we've got such a long way to go 'cause we want to be big stars, don't you know 19 seems so old, when I see a little girl that I want to hold she's so young, but that's alright 'cause I still might take her home with me tonight and all the kids are jumping up and down been so long since I've seen a rude boy in this town 'cause he traded in his strips for a Hawaiian shirt he's got his new Doc Martin's to kick the dirt, well I'm not old school (but I still wear my chucks) Probably always will ('cause our band really sucks) Want to make it big (is that so bad?) Want to be Reel Big Fish Wish I was Aaron, I'd take the stage All the little girl's would be amazed And the kids would listen to every word I say Wish I was Aaron (and I wish I was Scott) Well Reel Big Fish you know they've got it made Because they signed with the record company, they're going to get paid Well they mess up all the lyrics and they've got no style I say they're going to get it right but it might take a while So, don't touch that dial (I'm talking behind your back) Well I love the band, they're a great bunch of guys But looking at her brings tears to my eyes Said I'm watching her shake, she's going to give me a heart attack now, baby Wish I was Aaron, I'd take the stage All the little girl's would be amazed And the kids would listen to every word I say Wish I was Aaron (and I wish I was Scott) Promise I'll still sing When we get Reel big Won't forget our fans When we're your favorite band And I'd do anything that you want me to Just give me all you're money, I'll sing for you We'd sell out any day It's the American way (It was like that when I got here) Wish I was Aaron, I'd take the stage All the little girl's would be amazed And the kids would listen to every word I say Wish I was Aaron ( and I wish I was Scott) I wish I was Aaron, he's wishes he was Scott You know we wouldn't drink, and we wouldn't smoke pot We'd just play our hearts out every single night But if it doesn't happen soon, we're going to give up the fight

Cutting Corners

Hanoi Rocks "Two Steps From the Move"
London is grey But it's great in it's way If you're just barrelling through You find a first class boiler And she boils your cares away Well, life is a gas But the laughs never last So you add a handful of blues Now that's a first class ticket If you wanna get away 'Cos if you hang around the greys and browns They'll just bring you down Well, it's a useless rap you got to cut the crap Go directly to the things that matter to you Have to cut corners or fade away Have to cut corners or fade away Going through channels In ties and grey flannels Just slows everything down And when I want a thing I want it right away Going straight for the heart Tears your wardrobe apart But it wears the other guy down I may look a mess But I'm dressed to get my way

Boombox

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
Raw, I'm going to give it to you With no trivia Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia While bent funny bone grown community Spit a thousand m-1 ripples to cripple the continuity Tap water builds character Right I irrigate it straight to mainline You want to do the same? Fine These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain But hold those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off Where everyday a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers One-sixth buckle Five Sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle But I'll get you (I'm going to get you) Wobbly rope bridge Broke inches tired of dry land But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well Well, when the rumor spreads that y'all stupid I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it! Is it on, is it beyond basic Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless? Does it have a title? If didn't would you name it? Does it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist? We could run that Or' Wells '84 war For the room 1 on 1 z-tour Till he try and fidgets with his or her own work spear specifics Swerve around the cobra kisses See if the venom overloads this vision I'm going to suck the poison out and spit it Stole my sneakers but your features never fit in Servers you right for trying to walk a mile outside your limits I'm going to tiptoe across this yo-yo string Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down [Chorus] It goes boom boom boom Boombox Earth to a-r vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate This is down a point Murder up, glee down and still falling Still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays Came this blind soldier-burning confessional Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10 Let the back burner boiling point descend I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal) Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of grace Spit the gimmick, sit and fidget While we try and jump through hoops Like Coney Island freak show midgets Want to be a fighter pilot Driving that childish early Wright brothers experiment Prototypic model fossil Sit and sweat bullets on a console Busting accidental dirt bike donuts Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo Dead before the chubby decry ton conquered the high note School by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow See contrary to popular certainty I alone advance without an earthly poem And dance on a handful of zoning fans Holding every chance to own the land I roam With dome in hands Truly be its only camper happy with the scrap heap See I convinced myself it's on Therefore it is and the melody settles Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for these kids I tried to get them all open And once I quit and said I didn't care That's when they all threw their hands up in the air [Chorus] It goes boom boom boom Boombox

Seeing Other People

Belle Sebastian "Lazy Line Painter Jane"
We lay on the bed there Kissing just for practice Could we please be objective? Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand over the window Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle Then we should be ok, and we won't get into trouble Cause we're seeing other people At least that's what we say we are doing How are you feeling? I don't think you can be dealing With the situation very well You take a lover for a dirty weekend, that's ok But when it's over You are looking at the working week in the eyes of a gigolo You're kissing your elbow You're kissing your reflection And you can't understand why all the other boys are going for the New, tall, elegant rich kids I'll admit it is a bitch, kid But if they don't see the quality then it is apparent that You're going to have to change Or you're going to have to go with girls You might be better off At least they know what they're doing We lay on the bed there Kissing just for practice Could we please be objective? Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand over the window Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle Then we should be ok, and we won't get into trouble Cause we're seeing other people At least that's what we say we are doing

The Gang's All Here

DROPKICK MURPHYS "The Gang's All Here"
- Lyrics / Music: Dropkick Murphys (Casey, Barton, Kelly) - Well the devil's nipping at your heels and this time it's for real A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grave Chorus: Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here. Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere Hail, hail the gang's all here When the going gets tough, I know my friends will still be there Well you're walking down the road and the wind is in your face You're down and out and the unemployment line's a mile long The money in your pocket may not get you through the day But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong Chorus: Pick your heart up off the ground though I'm sure it weights a ton You're no better or no worse than any mothers son Though you're up against all odds and you're backed against the wall You recall the cheer, The Gang's All Here and shout! Chorus:

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