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Kinks lyrics - Something Else by the Kinks

End Of The Season

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Winter time is coming All the sky is grey Summer birds aren't singing Since you went away Since you've been gone, end of the season Winter is here, close of play I get no kicks walking down Saville Row There's no more chicks left where the green grass grows and I know that Winter is here, end of the season My reason's gone, close of play I just can't mix in all the clubs I know Now Labour's in, I have no place to go You're on a yacht near an island in Greece Though you are hot, forget me not I will keep waiting until your return Now you are gone, end of the season Winter will come any day Back in the scrub on a wet afternoon Down in the mud, dreaming of flowers in June End of the season End of the season

Friends

SALT 'N' PEPA "Brand New"
[Mad Lion:] Oh someone go on like them ya born to find if I bought them Born for prime star They are my friend, or they are my enemy So you call them frienemy, understand me We don't have no time for playin' so you know what Yeah, scream out Come lay down Salt and Pepa is a team Mad Lion representin' VP, you know how we do You 'bout to say to yourself, what what Say one, then some The paper, can't understand, uh One degree says, she can't understand Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed The thing that everone thought Bought the Mr. Lover some [Sandra 'Pepa' Denton:] Queen, honey bee wannabes They want to be in front of me But it ain't no run in me That's word to my son and me Now you wanna be family cuz you see the Grammies (Yeah) Playin' me close, ask me where's my man, how's my man Sandy be damned be, I keeps the cheese handy Got the trap for you rats come strapped with the gammy Jealousy be swellin' me, word So I had to charge 'em at will And leave a bill, like Bellamy What are you tellin' me Don't let me catch a felony People trip out, bring out the hell in me But I stay paid in full, faithful, and always grateful Stay on guard, praise God, pity the hateful [Mad Lion:] Said why you gotta be like that, uh We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh I know you wanna play the games we play Only man, finds his car fade away, hey Why you gotta be like that, uh Only one-ninety people stepped back, uh [Sandra 'Pepa' Denton:] Friends to the end for the ends did ya favors Damn, why you wanna stick me for my papers [Cheryl 'Salt' James:] Would have gave you the world now you can't catch a crumb How you bum-bum-bitty come so dumb-dumb Remember when you was all busted, broke down, beat up Even kept you as a friend when you stole to stay steed-up Wanna be down with my business, we meet up Schemin' like a demon on the couch with your feet up Playin' like a summer may stain by far Got mad I had the juice so you tried to take the jar I feel for you, yes, I do No fame, no crew, now what you gon' do, Boo He say, she say, we say, why say The fly-ways my way The try fray, hit the highway [Mad Lion:] Say one, then some The paper, can't understand, uh One degree says, she can't understand Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed The thing that everone thought Bought the Mr. Lover some Said why you gotta be like that, uh We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh I know you wanna play the games we play Only man, finds his car fade away, hey [Queen Latifah:] You smile in my face but all the while you wanna take my place Put it on a paper chase and you can't keep my pace You're jealous cuz I'm this shit and you ain't Far as I'm concerned, I don't know you from a can of paint (Hey yo, who you) No time to worry about who likes me, who didn't invite me Behind my back callin' me shysty, that don't excite me Backstabbers keepin' that he said, she said runnin' Always in my business, I leave when I see you comin' (Yo, I'm out) See you got the game twisted, I could care less My house is bought and paid for, your rent's due, you're stressed Nevertheless, you wanna keep some drama on blast But I don't worry cuz I'm quick to come and check that ass [Mad Lion:] They're spine behind your face But meantime, they wanna take your place Those back-stabbers, hey, back-stabbers [Sandra 'Pepa' Denton & Cheryl 'Salt' James:] Check it, everybody sees you as preemy and teeny You see me in 3-D, and need me like a genie All your wishes are washed up like lock up We need to write a book called Shit That Botched Up One thing that Sandi can't understand The all the world jet but see a plentiful of hands So tell me, how can we shake 'em, firmly you break 'em Get 'em hot, and bake 'em, run to miss 'em, I may say Chase me cuz I don't chase them, chill, in fact Like friends we are family with a bill attatched Pep's that green-eyed monster, make them ill and that Well if envy ever tempt me, Salt steer me back [Mad Lion:] Said why you gotta be like that, uh We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh I know you wanna play the games we play Only man, finds his car fade away, hey Never never, never should you get paper Think you better, better, get up, get up this place Some new, shit, on my tounge and lip Only one time, then, I will be done with it, go Some will get with it, some will get wrecked with it Some will host and they claim, that they say, we did You faced it and if you why, sack and I messed with His name was ah-uh-huh-uh-huh, forget this shit Mad Lion is sick No bed could get up in this re-lyrical Full of new time threat, hey I got my rhymes and the national anthem Got more rhymes than either Oleen or Tonet Got more rhymes than they made us sweat Of a nigga, of a crooked waitin' for the damn check, uh But let's not forget the, back-biters is the name of this set, uh All the people, and we know you bite mine Soldier people shall shine Yo' come in the next track, up this

The Celtic Winter

Graveland
In Celtic Winter wolves wear the white garments... In Celtic Winter the weak hearts die... In Celtic Winter hunger tears human bowles... In Celtic Winter time slowly elapses... When the cold comes, hatred burning in your heart will be the only heat. When the darkness comes, burning hamlet's shining flames will be the only light. When the hunger comes, spilled blood of your enemy will be the only food. When the death comes, be proud and figth bravely, and then die quickly. Our true gods haven't left us, the time of their return comes... With the sound of war-trumpets we will go at their side into the great battle... Many of us will die, but no one of us thinks about death in this time... It was worth to be born just to die in such a battle... Everything else is not important, the meaning of life doesn't mean everlasting satisfaction of your empty lusts... When the dark clouds in the sky, full of black ravens and their sinister croaking, appoint the time of great trial, the time of great struggle, each man takes his sword and target in his hands and goes into the place where sounds of horns call him... Nobody will spare his blood, when on the battlefield messenger of gods leads us...

Kaleidoscape

The Vun Duns "Bitter Quill"
Sheltering her battered body through these muddy trenches Just to have her in my arms helps me regain my senses Pieces still escape me, but at least I have a rough idea Connect this face with this embrace, brilliant patterns chase me as I run Why must they pursue me? What will they do to me? Stranded in Winter, she seems so dear to me A name she whispers holds no meaning to this fractured soldier All I know is all she is and that I need to hold her Feel as though my world will always lie beneath the mire Strain for any hint of reason even as I tire What will they do to me? Why must they pursue me? Stranded in Winter, she seems so dear to me Fucked beyond all hope of ever being integrated We lie shaking under bridges with our souls degraded Mask of innocence, hiding decadence, too much anguish, too much sorrow I'm without my conscience if you've one to borrow What will they do to me? Stranded in Winter, she seems so dear to me

Situation Get Out Of Control

JAH CURE
People a face it Oh them a feel it, woi Situation get out of control Every day another black man head roll My Jah what is this I'm beholding with my eyes From the smallest, from 5 to 10 years old Them saying them a shot alla dem cold Oh Jah what is this I'm hearing, oh lord I wanna know the whole truth of this The root of this, oh why How long will my people go on like this for no reason? This is no time, and no season This is no time, and no season Tell me you will stand and fight For our right People just unite It will be alright Jah will give us the might And shine a light This thing is getting out of control Every day another black man head roll My Jah what is this I'm beholding with my eyes To the smallest, from 5 to 10 years old Ah say that them a shot alla dem cold My Jah what is this I'm hearing, oh lord I wanna know the whole root of this The truth of this, yea How long will my people go on like this for no reason? This is no time, and no season This is no time, and no season Tell me you will stand and fight For our right All unite It will be alright Jah will give us the might And he'll shine his light Oh lord, oh lord So many speech I've said And still the poor no fed It is are getting red Them want instead No more blood haffe shed I'm telling you right now Situation get out of control Every day another black man head roll My Jah what is this I'm beholding with my eyes From the smallest, from 5 to 10 years old See dem nah shelter and alla dem get cold

Here We Go

DISPATCH "Bang Bang"
[CHORUS:] here we go leave it on the back burner take it to the dry town I got the mean time slippin' down the slide some uptight right wing, political homicide, do what you want, take what you will, take it in like a southpaw, flip it on the grill bourgeoise, protocol bottoms up boys this is the last call happy hour doesn't last too long you know it never does so I sit here on a bar stool looking at the sky got a buck and a quarter and a bucket full or rye don't step out of line you'll get time in the brig don't yield to the mighty you got your own dirt to dig [CHORUS] my and my flea bag friends we ran to have our own feast of Crispan Murphy was there with number 22 they were got caught in the middle of a coup, you will lose me if I don't lose you we haven't chosen anyone of you to condemn so make your decision and chose you side or let us begin steeped in knowledge I'll step from the board down to the speak easy with my double-edged sword you know the deal you got to spin the wheel I heard the heavens are full of sevens but as matter of fact you know that cat suicide jack he don't play like that truth is he don't really play at all

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