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Kinky Friedman lyrics - From One Good American To Another

Rapid City, South Dakota

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(Kinky Friedman) Just a ragged kid in overalls, he thumbed a ride one day He told me, “Anywhere you're going's on my way.” But as we passed by Big Al's drive-in his eyes began to flash He was leavin' Rapid City mighty fast. He said, “I hope to God she finds the good-bye letter that I wrote her But the mail don't move so fast in Rapid City, South Dakota.” Well, he left her just a blanket of snow upon the farm And that don't keep your conscience very warm. He said his friends were too durn country and his pa was too damn mean And there weren't no money pumpin' gasoline. And her gentle eyes, the merchandise of dreams the peddler sold her Who left her there alone in Rapid City, South Dakota. Now the reason he was goin', I ain't sure I could say, Might've been the rodeo in Santa Fà . “There's a doctor in Chicago, I know she'll be all right ” He told himself as he stared into the night. And he said, “I hope to God she finds the good-bye letter that I wrote her But the mail don't move so fast in Rapid City, South Dakota.” And all her people treatin' her just like they never knowed her Lord, the winter's passin' slow in Rapid City, South Dakota.

(Theme From) Carjack Fever

HARVEY DANGER "King James Version"
There抯 a bright white light To shine shine on all the dim bulbs in the crowd tonight And there抯 a thin yellow line to separate the fast lane And there抯 a man I know, he抣l take apart your engine if you ask him right Let抯 empty all the minibars and leave this town in flames. He抯 starving for attention, She's swallowing her pride. Bitter gall for bleeding ulcers, attitudes you can抰 abide. A sentence fragment city, a poor excuse for a life of crime. This is not a road picture, we are not amused (or surprised). You don抰 need a passport to know what state you抮e in. She wore barrettes of many colors in her many-colored hair. That抯 not the point--they only notice what you wear. She said, the moon is a toenail, the stars are a guardrail, my heart is a sandpail... And you抮e toluca lake. Stop the traffic! Bend the time! We抮e heading into territory Too ugly to explore (but they抳e both been there before). He quotes nathanael west. She tries her best, but can抰 find a mouth to grin with 慍ause a tragedy requires a little greatness to begin with... You are ill wind, You blow no good; A pissant under glass, an airport neighborhood. Earthquake survivor, feral youngsters smoking tea. Spit in your hands and see you splinter every tree. Culver city! Beachwood drive! Vesper avenue! hey hey! The needle on the radiator rising as the road inclines. The scene is going nowhere fast; he抯 shooting highway signs. She carves her sorry epitaph, a carjack fever scrawl: If you only live in movies maybe you don抰 really live at all. You don't need a passport.?

Fast Car

DAVID USHER "Morning Orbit"
You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we can make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me myself I got nothing to prove You got a fast car I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money We won't have to drive too far Just across the border and into the city You and I could both get jobs Finally see what it means to be living See my old man's got a problem Lives with a bottle that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working Body's too young for looking like his Mama went off and left him Wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody's got to take care of him I quit school that's what I did What I did, what I did You got a fast car Is it fast enough that we can fly away We gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way So remember when we're driving, driving in your car The speed so fast felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car We go cruising, entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job And I work in a market in the checkout line I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs So remember when we're driving, driving in your car The speed so fast felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car I got a job pays all our bills Stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought we'd together you and me would find it I got no plans I ain't going nowhere Take your fast car and keep on driving You got a fast car Is it fast enough so you can fly away You gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way So remember when we're driving, driving in your car The speed so fast felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

Headin' For South America

Dan Mccaferty "Into The Ring"
August, 15, 1989: One hundned men from all over the world sailed across the sea, hoping to discover an island somewhere beyond the horizon... nowhere-land. They left their wives and children behind, hoping that someday they shall follow... Let's make sail the wind is right Weigh the anchor fast Say farewell to kids and wife We're taking off at last We're heading for South America Seeking for an island Where no one else has been before Where no one else has stepped ashore Shift the helm to South of West Let's sail into the night We're gliding through the ocean fast Although the devil smiles For somewhere in South America Waits an island in the sun Where noone else has been before Where no man at arms has stepped ashore Let's make sail the wind is right Weigh the anchor fast Say farewell to kids and wife We're taking off at last We're heading for South America Seeking for an island Where no one and nothing has been before We'll even sail a year or more

Cali-text Connect

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
Come slip into my darkness Stopless, Got Rich Puttin out the hot hits With true convicts Block this studio, 3 month blackout Rap out the bad route, and those who had doubt Mad shouts, to all my boys at the crackhouse Catchin' every sucka who done ran South Stand proud, but I can't see behind these damn clouds Me and Lil' John Gotti, rockin' 80 grand crowds Fresh off the back street, concrete fatha figure Niggas shiver when I deliver Blastin' hollerin' 'Timber!' Talk is cheap, and most of ya'll a crock of shit I chop a brick, and flip it like the opposite 'Cuz all my chickens layin' 36 eggs Got recruits in black boots that never shoot for the legs No sunshine, streets in my bloodline Love's blind, understand my Thug mind Chorus From Tex to Cali, every hood, every alley Smokin' on Smally in my candy coated Caddy Bendin blocks on Goldie Locks 17 shots Cops, swearin to God we sellin rocks (Repeat) (Frost) I stand in the sunset Hand on my pistola Late night redrum Lost at Sinaloa Down on the docks in Diego Art Lupo in the Lexus Movin weight to Houston, Texas Got a chicken, finger lickin and it's all good. Then I hook up South Park Mex Big green bag of cess Hoppin up and down like a Kangaroo In my sky blue '62, now what you wanna do? We make shit move, like pounds and keys Ain't nobody who can f**k, with these West Coast G's. (SPM) What you tell 'em homie? What you tell 'em loco? (Frost) Man ain't nobody who can f**k with these Gulf Coast G's Chorus (SPM) Hobby Airport flight 276 pick up the homie Frost let's get in the mix. Now we up and creased out Puffin green Garcia y Vegas Mackin to a cheerleader from the Oakland Raiders Yo Frost, peep game. Check the silicone titties (Frost) Yeah homes. Man they remind me of the ones in my city 'Cuz I've been around the world All kinds of girls I'm a little John Gotti Duke duke of Earl ShyTown, Atlantic City, Vegas and Reno We Latino Gambinos And we breakin Casinos (SPM) It's the SPM, a.k.a. Caro Quintero Just me and my perros Flyin through the ghetto With 7 pounds of fierro El Mero Mero Puttin down with that hazel-eyed Guero. (Frost) Man orrayos, flippin gallos, hittin hydros I'm the one that's got 'em floatin in them bayous SPM, are you with it? (SPM) La neta. Dos vatos viviendo la vida chueca. Dos vatos, Poco Locos Pachando sospichosos Asi trabaja, ese juego Mi palabra es todo lo que tengo En el monte, El Coyote Con los ojos que miran en la noche

No City

AESOP ROCK "None Shall Pass"
[Verse 1:] For want of a nail the shoe was lost For want of a shoe the horse was lost For want of a horse the rider was lost For want of a rider the battle was lost For want of a battle the kingdom was lost And all for the want of a horse shoe There is a hole in front of the shovel, shovel in front of the brawn Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade Dueling blades that cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames If you would clue the crew into the civil Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over the pit-bulls Dash back flashy to compassionate nano police Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged and nautical seas And I would stop the violence more than I was Pontius Pilate Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer Take it his friends and neighbors didn't cater Moms raised the babies through a very church-y eighties Sunday mornings reinforced the waiting gates of Haties And he brazen but apparently infernal bound now For when a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunner's deck Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous in you Observing how the giveth is disproportionate to the taketh away decide to maketh his day All the stoic odium glowing a coal holster When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters [Chorus:] No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred To treaty to sign No city to guard [Verse 2:] I pick the phone up with a grown-up mode approach Skin crawlin off the drawl and now it clawed the awkward tone up I'd known it wasn't roses but hoped it was less corrosive Coast in to the focus of the grossest diagnosis like Holmes, the barnicles that chew upon the flesh of man Have clued into suitor's capital to a beggars hand Comfortably, sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood and meat Umm, what?!? The chinny chin up and the city picked her sinning pen up let her numb the spitting stigma Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver If you make no friends on the way to the top rung There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons All kings hang em for the cliff side drip dry Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinsel town Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles Dipped in military hells bells and whistles Riders to the east Now the wild tribes Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miled high [Chorus:] No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred To treaty to sign No city to guard And all for the want of a horse shoe

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