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JUDY GARLAND lyrics - The Complete Decca Original Cast Recordings (Remastered)

I Got Rhythm

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Days can be sunny, with never a sign, Don't need what money can buy, Birds in the trees sing that day full of song, Why shouldn't we sing along? I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot, How do I get that way, look at what I've got. I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man, who could ask for anything more? I got daisys in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more? Old man trouble, I don't mind him, You won't find him 'round my door, I got starlight, I got sweet dreams, I got my man, who could ask for anything more ? Who could ask for anything more? I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man, who could ask for anything more? I got daisys in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more? Old man trouble, I don't mind him, You won't find him, hangin' 'round my front and back door, Who could ask for anything more? Who could ask for anything more?

My Soul Back

JON BELLION "Scattered Thoughts Vol. 1"
[Intro - Jon Bellion & Samira Gibson:] Beautiful Mind, Mind (Beautiful Mind, Mind) Mind, Mind. Yeah (Trying to find my) Trying to find my soul Trying to find my (Yo I hate being) soul (Haha, I'm sorry) Samira Gibson, Trying to find my (Trying to find my) soul (Trying to find my) [Hook x2:] Aah... Get that soul back, I'm a get that soul back T-t-trying to get that soul back [Verse 1 - Jon Bellion:] I said "I'm just trying to get my soul back" yeah Said "I'm just trying to get my soul back" Some where along this road, may have lost my way But baby I'm ready to step again Said "I'm just trying to get my soul back" yeah Said "I'm just trying to get my soul back" I look right and I might just give you Something to talk about, baby you better tell a friend [Verse 2 - Samira Gibson:] I'm just trying to get my soul back I'm just trying to get my soul back See it don't matter what you say to me You're making music for my soul For my soul, for my soul [Hook] [Verse 3 - Blaque Keyz:] My soul is a slick opportunist used in lyrics Here's a meal for your thoughts, food filled with spirit Never been affected by dudes who couldn't feel it When I'm buried in the seam, I choose to Kill Bill it I make music for my own uses Never worry about approval from so called cool kids Used to reduce thoughts of who I influenced Now I'm all about a target, hitting hearts like Cupid I from the land of break-beats and skate decks Baselines and backpacks, good tape and tape decks Making music from the heart Trying to separate the real from the fake But was standing in the dark They used to tell me where the honey's at During their recording and I bought it Now I'm trying to get my money back I can't say when me and soul departed But I'm just trying to get back to where it started [Hook]

Sep Seven Game Show Theme

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
[Slug] The following program has been brought to you by Rhymesayers Entertainment The following program contains explicit lyrics and we the producers stay defiantly behind the views expressed in the following program. All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" game show Recorded live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota this is the game where we make the average player a star. Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the host of the "Sep Sev" game show that's right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev... YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, fuck the money, everyone on the floor drop I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that soar talk Stole the dinner and freaked it to the freeway Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a three-way Sound track recorded here in Minnesnowda Tastes like ambrosia Disinfects pen holders Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest, if you're proud of it And wake me back to safety if you see me falling out of it Under a full moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous? See your in the distance, the images riveting Given the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the lighting Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me tight like a kite string All right, let's hear it for contestant number one What's your name sir? Yo, MC famous, the killer Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks? Or air on the horny Miami based video or do you just want to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with money? Yo, I want the sex man, just give chicks man, just, just let me touch 'em man! [Slug] Now what If I spent, my whole day ?, on getting bent, and now I can't afford my rent Do I grab a crowbar to your back door (Back door) or hit up Super America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward) I should be honest, cause even my outer conscience, Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people waking up from sleeping, Keeping me from retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories, Used to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the rush Hush, maybe somewhere in it I became a cynic, but your sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute The planets in my head now rotate around the mind The substance, the bug shit, all in my circumference And I function Like I don't give a fuck if you grasp it Resent the bitch that don't and cast it under the masses; I asked, "Is that right?" I answered, "Does it matter?" I was glancing at how you fancy the passion, bastard How fast you scale the ladder to jump I'd rather just flunk than gather your junk (Yo dog, you should blast that punk) Alright, this next round our contestant is gonna have to slam a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt liquor smoke a blunt, load a gun and sell records to 14 year olds all over the country And the first one of you genocidal fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins Wins what!? Mr. Announcer, tell them what they'll win! Well, they'll win respect, lot's and lot's of props! [Slug] Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin' kamekazi Shoulda called mommy when you saw me pull up in ? The rest of you're life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback Here's your tape, give me my cash back I'm on tracks, and that's that, in fact that's all you need Either take some kind of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed How's your scene? And how's that rental running? And how's the weed selling? And how's the demo coming? Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit your lips Stick this in your mouth to cleanse it The fuckin' prop is too expensive Make's me want to end it (Repent kid) My advice is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers That way when your bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the stains created when I skated across that flat service you refer to as lyrical endowment That content, that conscience, run down to that ?

Just Like A Negro

JACKYL "When Moonshine And Dynamite Collide"
Huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Yeah Well listen to the music and open up your ears It's breaking down these walls that we built up all these years With time there comes a freedom to open up your mind If you can't see what's going on then man, we must be blind United we became Look around, it ain't the same We won't allow your penetration We're the music generation Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, check it out Now deep inside my soul, well I searched and found the groove Now bonded by the backbeat, we are the ones to prove United we are funky and it's a funky nasty scene All colors run together, washed here in this machine United we became Look around, it ain't the same We won't allow your penetration 'Cause we're the music generation Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, check it out Huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker, huh, huh, huh, huh Well all color, they run together Washed in here this machine, yeah Sometimes I find myself acting (just like a Negro) Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, out the door, yeah Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, out the door, out the door Say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Everybody say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Mother

These Blues

JJ CALE "To Tulsa And Back"
A hundred miles is not too far Unless you have to walk Life, it seems, is like a dream Until you have to talk Don't wonder for a moment If you win or lose Just stop and stay, and watch the day And listen to these blues If it don't work for you, girl Put it off your mind If you drink anew from the well You find the bottom line A fancy woman told me John, you're bound to do this So I just stay and watch the day And sing these lonesome blues The blues is not a song you sing It is a way of life I've hung around them bar rooms, girl Almost all my life The men, they all are gamblers They take all they can use So if I find no peace of mind I'll settle for these blues

Peace Of Mind

EVAN AND JARON "Live at KaLo's Coffee House"
I was driving in my car just the other day thinking about the times when I used to say life is just a game anyone can play but somehow that thought has seemed to fade away I'll close the door on what's behind I don't know anymore if I can find peace of mind can I find some peace of mind so very very hard to find being nineteen isn't what its supposed to be waiting for things to be brought to me why'd I have to grow up and see that this world wasn't made for me I'll close the door on what's behind I don't know anymore if I can find peace of mind can I find some peace of mind so very very hard to find I don't need your help I just need some time I don't care for your thoughts just for mine I'll close the door on what's behind I don't know anymore if I can find peace of mind can I find some peace of mind so very very hard to find I find myself a slave to things I've said like in my life I will bring home lots of bread I'm like a needle without a thread cannot understand why these lights are red I'll close the door on what's behind I don't know anymore if I can find peace of mind can I find some peace of mind so very very hard to find

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