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Kevin Sharp lyrics - Measure Of A Man

She's Sure Taking It Well

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(Chris Farren/Kevin Sharp) I¡¯m proud of my history, proud of my home But there comes a time in a young boy¡¯s life When he feels he¡¯s got to roam Daddy says I¡¯m crazy, Mama thinks I¡¯m naive But if I don¡¯t do it now then I¡¯ll never leave ¡®Cause I¡¯ve driven every back road in this part of the state Ain¡¯t a girl in my graduation class that I didn¡¯t date Tried everything on the menu down at Fiddler¡¯s Bar Grill I got a taste for something this town will never fill There¡¯s a great big world out there for me to see I might sail a boat to China, chase dreams in Tennessee Right now the motor¡¯s running, just a few things I gotta do Tell my friends goodbye Drive these streets for one last time Change that city limit sign To Population 4000 Minus 1 Gonna see the bright lights, gonna make my mark So many things I¡¯ve got to do I don¡¯t know where to starts Play cards in Vegas, walk the beach at Malibu Learn a few things that I never knew There¡¯s a great big world out there for me to see Might play for the ¡¯49ers, Mardi Gras in New Orleans Right now the motor¡¯s running, just a few things I gotta do Tell my friends goodbye Drive these streets for one last time Change that city limit sign To Population 4000 Minus 1 Now I¡¯m stuck in New York City, staring at these walls Thinking how the grass out here ain¡¯t that green at all Ain¡¯t that green at all There¡¯s a great big world out there for me to see I might wed a farmers daughter and raise a family Right now the clock is ticking, just a few things I gotta do Tell my friends goodbye Ride that subway one last time Change that city limit sign To Population 12 Million Minus 1 To Population 12 Million Minus 1 Coming home, coming home

100 Million

Audio Bullys
It was early I woke up Still had a joint, so I puffed Shouldn't of, coz it got me stoned and my mum just moaned 'Simon its time to get a job, you're 20 years old and you're living like a slob' but there's so many things i wanna do ma' i need money and I wanna get a new car 'Simon what do you mean?' I've got a plan - it'll all be clean got the joints and the beats rollin' got the tunes on the decks strollin' As I walk through my mind all my thoughts are behind when there's deals being signed and there's walls gettin' climbed and there's things that we bring when we fling with the sing and we want to be in from the start to the fin is it me? is it them? is it you or your friends? there's no need to pretend that your mind's on the mend is the past in your eyes, are your hands on your thighs coz you cannot disguise that you needed a rise [chorus] If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you Lord of the standard, lord of the landlords I've been standing on the shores of the canyon pretty girls and ugly guys twisted dreams and purple skies back to basics - forward to basics norms are daytrips - minds are brain-tripped what's the main lick? what's the main trip? -it's like this For all my fella's that sip the Stellas, DJ's, Grafters, and drug sellers To the geeks there's no need to be jealous we're just doin' our thing [chorus] If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you I just don't know about the way I just wished I had some more days in my book call you up and give you a look [chorus] If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you From the edge of the land - Who's that man? Doin' things that you can't understand broken or fixed token or tripped how many things we can throw in the mix two thousand sales into two comin' through it's the Audio Crew don't bother doin' if it don't sound smooth as we step with nothing to prove For all my fella's that sip the Stellas, DJ's, Grafters, and drug sellers To the geeks there's no need to be jealous we're just doin' our thing

How To Be A Carpenter

AESOP ROCK "Float"
So you want to be a carpenter, do you? Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and... Straighten your cap! you look like you've been through a war. Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame? Sluggish posture just won't cut it. You're gonna need schooling, and, and, and take notes! And god if I catch you yawning again you're gonna regret ever asking for my help, And dammit you gotta hustle, this is a slacker-free zone And, where's my pencil? go get your hard-hat, here's a nickel, go get us a ruler and a saw and a drill and lots of graph paper... [Verse 1] Yo I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were the rungs, I strung it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun. The seventh level buckled and I tumbled from the summit, Now I'm back to re-climb and this time light my cigarette from it. My stitchin division to vision warfares numb enough to soak suddenly in a bullet bath and skip stones in the morning as I, Lie in color phantom tantrum explicable, sit and pull the petals off wild flower patches, Magic happens! Behold, pity the lowlife parish. Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horse-drawn carriage by the torch of Polaris To the Badlands, where every bridge collapse right where the crowd stands, Where the witches are fireproof and every preacher's a madman. Frigid be the appleseed demeanor towards the bay where the landshark Parliament swims When they pause to polish they fins. The better brains will preach the village through the city square to the light, heavy and middle-weight integrate, Slept with sticks and stones in my pillowcase. Ooh my bomb's light simulator picks barnacles off the tugboat belly Left my spirit home in a shoebox in case I die. Got a rugged smoke-green halo floatin' inches off the swamp, Had that phase when the devil tree contacts a sparkle in my eye. Now step back from the reservoir and let the settlers drink, Salvage all priorities and iron out all kinks. My house ain't made of bricks and straw but never has it crumbled, Cuz I stitched the brain's rigidity with symmetry, Come visit me, It's fascinating. Now here's how its done, I'm only gonna show you once, So pay close attention, hear me now or hear me never, Glue your little eyes to the diagram, See the plywood, the nails, the glue? You work every inch, Your domain and you must treat it well. Keep it clean or it'll swallow you whole. Where's the T-square, hand me the pliers, now dammit, oh this will never do! You have to want the castle, Head Up, shoulders back! Be the materials, know your limits only to break your limits. Are you listening? God dammit boy, pay attention! Try it again. Little bit more juice this time. Try it again. Yeah a little bit more elbow grease this time. Try it again. Concentrate, a little more focus this time. You can kick and scream and yell but damn I'm only tryin' to help. Try it again. You're not doing it right, here now, yall watch. Try it again. Stop sulking, I'm the example, for real, Watch. Try it again. I'm bout to make it easy for you yall, just Watch. You can kick and scream and yell but damn I'm only tryin' to help. [Verse 2] [?] stinging the hunt The hunt dispatched a pack of wild dog silhouettes, All sulking by the skyline, focused with a bonus hunger pain, My sincere addiction imbalance stems from a vintage grimace slap to the mug of Ancestral branch camped on the vessels. Yes and I abide, the laws of the hidden desert survived, And every peasant presenteed it on the crescent less deprived. With the exception of pleasant finale binges on the great endangered interests of phantom brigades slaving to save that princess. I double the negative, to no avail, no promised benefits, just delegates peddling pairs of negatives, With magnified magnanimous appearance sandy sinners in opinion shut. Now what of the madness fragments? Stagnant. I oughta make a vision sing my twix cling to your pigeon wings, Vision militia indent benders, we've flooded Hell's kitchen sink, Walkin' eye civility simpleton citizen mixers to kiss the sky in unison Sinister city-blistered corporate rule-igans. All I really want's a nickel to feed my little pigs. [?] Big Dick three cheers to the product. Consumer populace feed but never dreamed of the process When a slanted advantage point sort of makeshift criminals date rape the hostage, Dream away the blame pain, yeah but it seeps through the cracks, And drips from the ceiling and smells the rich scent of my tracks. All I ever really wanted was a jungle, and a jungle I got, See it ain't the vision it's the plot that makes me stop. Try it again. I don't want to. Try it one more time. I'm not even interested anymore.

Every Fucking City

PAUL KELLY
We argued on the channel train to Paris The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again But by the time that we got down to Lyon Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain We split up for a while in Barcelona We met up six days later in Madrid I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us And for a little while it almost did Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen And i'm trying hard to forget your name And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza And every fucking city feels the same You said to call you when I got to London A French girl told me that you'd left a note I said to her 'I like your accent' and she thought I sounded funny So we ended up drinking in Soho Foolishly I followed you to Dublin Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters And once I thought I saw you from afar Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki And they're playing La Vida Loca once again And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here And every fucking city sounds the same At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam An E-mail from you said you'd gone to Rome For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone So I headed north until I got to Hamburg A chilly city suits a troubled soul And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm And the waiter here wants me to know his name And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages But every fucking city looks the same Arriverderci, au revoir, aufwiedersen, hasta la vista baby Yeah, every fucking city's just the same

Trouble In The Water

DJ Honda "HII"
[Featuring Mos Def] Intro: yeah yo yo what time the plane leavin? ahhh alright i see you at the airport *samples of r r r r rock on * Chorus: Memories don't live like people do They always remember you Whether things are good or bad its just the memories Memories don't live like people do o Baby don't forget me I'm a travellin' man Movin through places space and time Gotta lotta things i got to do God willin' I'm comin back to you My baby boo I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime) Gotta lotta things i got to do But God willin' I'm comin back to you Baby boo I'm leavin Verse 1: Well go 'head and leave The call heard 'round the world from the wives of MC's These cats is playin all that half a pound A garment bag we snatch it down Ain't got the state but we could prob'ly run a blacker town Scenarios like this is tear jerkers For the modern MC I ain't a blue collar worker 'Cuz this thing called rhymin' no different from coal minin' We both on assignment to unearth the diamond When you start climbin' And then I start shinin' You be strugglin' and strivin' And they think you prime-timin' Matain and keep silence make note and observation This confrontation This is the daily operation A concentration Stay focused on my ?dissertation? 'Bout to reach my destination with the balls of hesitation Baby make the preperation 'cuz this ain't no recreation This is Pro Ball! And we lettin you know y'all At the show y'all Doin' this for dough y'all Get the phone call And I'm ready to blow y'all 'Bout to go y'all Been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm lettin' you know that... Chorus: Memories don't live like people do They always remember you Wether things are good or bad, its just the memories Memories don't live like people do-o Baby don't forget me, I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time Gotta lotta things i got to do G-d willin I'm comin back to you My baby boo I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime) Gotta lotta things i got to do But in time I'm comin back to you Baby boo I'm leavin Verse 2: But God willin' I'll be back home To drop these heavy ass bags up off my backbone Around the world with a catalog of rap songs My baby girl is walkin, been away for that long But no you haven't well least that's how it seem to me My home town is like a whole different scenery The old timers on the stoop leaning leisurely The new jacks up in the bar smokin greenery Easily taken for granted when you up in it but its sweet scented When you been down for a minute Move around city damage Break it down with the vintage The innovative Classical B-Boy image Collect the winners 'Cuz thats the reason that we came here This thing is not a game here The fortune not the fame here From New York to the ?Cakalaks? Cali in the Caddilacs Chicago know we innovate Infiltrate Virginia State DC make me say your name Philly know we penatrate Georgia make us generate Like suns as they create the pace They celebrate to my jams in foreign lands Even your mans in Japan know who I am Innocent, like everybody out in Nippon Say ichiban, may God have well where your getting from Phenomenom, 'scuse me that's a phone call Its the show y'all Tryin' to get this dough y'all 'Bout to blow y'all Been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm lettin' you know that... Chorus: Memories don't live like people do They always remember you Wether things are good or bad, its just the memories Memories don't live like people do-o Baby don't forget me, I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time Gotta lotta things i got to do But in time I'm comin back to you My baby boo I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime) Gotta lotta things i got to do But G-d willin I'm comin back to you Back to you I'm leeaaavvvvinnn'! I'll be back to you I'm leeaaavvvvinnn'! I'll be back to you All over the world we go DC all over the world we go VA all over the world we go The ?Cakalaks? all over the world we go London all over the world we go Japan we go over the world we go Paris we go over the world we go (Beat playing in background and samples of *samples of r-r-r-rock on *) 1-2, 1-2...All aboard!

New Religion (A Dialogue Between The Ego And The Alter Ego)

DURAN DURAN "Arena"
I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime. Come on, it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things Telling me not there man, it's no go (Don't go there boy) I need a reason (I can't think without one now) Too much learning got to show Call it treason (Maybe catch her don't know how) Too many things too much to know I'll bring my timing in, seagulls gather on the wind. Lady screaming, lady leave me out 'cause sometimes people stare (Sitting down, electric chair) And steaming crowds they gather and they shout Don't know why this evil bothers me (Take another chance boy carry the fight You can take him if you're fast) So why is he trying to follow me? (Didn't I say if you're holdin' on You'd be laughing at the last) How many reasons do they need? (I get along fine with them friends of mine, But you have to make a choice) I might just believe this time (You're singing out of tune, but the beats in time. And it's us who make the noise) I'm talking for free. I can't stop myself, It's a new religion I've something to see, I help myself, It's a new religion Okay my reasoning might be clouded by the sun But someone sees the departmental lie You know this peacetime (jabbing fist in, stabbing knife) Only get one look before you die Gotta take pay from the saints 'n' sinners, in regulation hats 'n scarves 'n things Walking in formation down the lane. They carry their cross make a church bell ring Army majors pull a mean cool truth, they're a-lying in the swimming pool Searching for the undeniable truth, that a man is just a fool

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