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Kirsty MacColl lyrics - Electric Landlady

Walking Down Madison

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(Kirsty MacColl/Johnny Marr) Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun Walking down Madison - swear I never had a gun I was philosophizing some Checking out the bums See you give 'em your nickels, your pennies and dimes But you can't give 'em hope in these mercenary times, oh no And you feel real guilty about the coat on your back And the sandwich you had, oh no From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement It's not that far To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park Oh no it's not that far Would you like to see some more? I can show you if you'd like to Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun No I never shot no-one - wouldn't do it just for fun Walking down Madison - trying to keep my head screwed on I was philosophizing some Checking out the nuns When you get to the corner don't look at those freaks Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah The beaming boy from Harlem with the airforce coat The ones who died The ones who tried The ones that sit and gloat From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement It's not that far To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps It's not that far Would you like to see some more? I can show you if you'd like to Within every city and town there's a Madison Frozen lives for whom nothing's happening Hungry children is a mother's dilemma Dumpster diving to feed her baby Emma So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you The held out hand that you pay no respect to Nickels and dimes won't even buy your guilt Another wino burnt to death in his quilt It's a cardboard city, newspaper metropolis The system can't cope or keep on top of this The authorities come as you're not for display Do they solve the problem no they move him away They're in a vicious circle of no fixed abode The social won't pay 'em the money they're owed When you've got no money you can't pay rent Hypothermia kills 'cos the system is bent From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement It's not that far To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park Oh no it's not that far Would you like to see some more? I can show you if you'd like to From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train It's not that far From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement It's not that far To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps It's not that far Would you like to see some more? I can show you if you'd like to In the subway sits a vacuous man His grip on life is a bent tin can It's a holy shrine where he burns his light It makes things easy and removes his plight For an hour or two but he can't escape They're all penned in with government tape There are good samaritans who bring the soup The sally army with their bibles and boots You can see yourself as it's not too far One short trip you don't who they are Till the night comes then it all comes back Like the smell of patchouli and the armies of rats It's a shame to be human it's a human shame It seems we've forgotten we're one and the same

Uptown

CHICAGO "Chicago XI"
Walkin' through the fog on a cold and cloudy night Lookin' through the smog that surrounds the mornin' light The shades of brown. It gets me down, exactly like my life I don't deserve the hand I'm dealt, a flush in spades of strife I've grown tired of speeches that are nothing but a bore So I'm rounding up the broken me and headin' on out the door Without no lag I'm packin' my bag of discontented frowns And hopping numer eighty-six, the first train that is freedom bound Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown Big city lights Funkier nights Happier days Goin' my way It should be right But I'm still uptight Hey, I better put down And get movin' on I'm through with aggravation Don't deserve the degradation I'm putting all the negatives down To hop the train that's feedom bound for uptown Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown

89.9FM Nighttrain Promo

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
(whats up this is Aesop Rock for wkcr, check it) I traded my title as bent pedestrian for passenger status, to coast muted. Finding the night train mildly therapeutic. Rugged hacker flashing mood full of swings, Beneath this puppet master pulling my strings, Leaking smoke rings singing... (God, despite what's measured is honestly magnificent) Syndicate sold to children, building homes for my omnipotent platoons. Nah I don't think the blueprints drafted tilted in the tombs, Tampering hampered scampered well beyond the dooms. We bloomed the matter down to those most beautifully discrete, Applying yesterdays models, stand obsolete amongst colossals (amongst colossals) Comply not to enforce us, aborted claiming they came off. Sort of stabbed them with the capital 'A' that sets my name off. Sick of it all, Sick of the stall, Sick of the thick, brick in the wall sob stories, the falls, the tragic hate calls. Shaking like magic eight balls, pausing to watch the vapors crawl. My clique heeds lessons I'll be noted from kids sisters paper dolls. We lining up along against these great walls, Circling analytical, Rhetorical inquiries yet x is not applicable, kid. Your flash motto we as orphans repeated, You talking concrete examples with glass bottoms cause defeated kid, I'm heated. Its flight of the intruder and we all fall down. Conditions of never blends science with religion Cut my character cleansed in esoteric opulence, But finding no intrinsic merit in your sense. Well isn't that bewildering? Drunken distortion and spit the filter in. Mic sweltering measures like melting my rings together and you never Seen I, Aesop Rock, flop for the love of eighty-nine point nine, I'm here to ride upon the night train... (yeah wkcr 89.9 ... here for the night train ... whats up to my man apex, kinetic, dj ely, baz, my man dub el on productions, the mighty Jer, my man patrick, blockhead, mr roper, omega one, my man hates one, percy p andre ... stay up ... its like that ... its big aesop rock signing off)

Above My Floor

AER "Aer"
[Chorus - Dave:] I never wanna know ya I think I see him walking Collide with the ghost above my floor High, headed up the corner I think I see him walking Say hi to the ghost I won’t become [Verse 1 - Carter:] He and I could fight all night But he is me, so get this right I’m torn inside but act so bright And who to be i can’t decide So I’ll roll the rest up, rid the pressure Diesel from forty, on top the dresser Inhale the smoke, I’ll clean the mess up Opaque hope, extreme measures Indulge in all types of pleasures Don’t talk to him I can explain it much better Imma medicate myself if I want to Not a level head and will say anything bout you Looking in the mirror finding someone to shout to The answer’s in the haze so I’ll figure it out soon I’m keeping up cuz I’m fast learner Tryna disregard my evil as the worlds turnin The ego in each of us wants to eat through the furnace And then heat up your house and just laugh it off as it’s burning [Chorus - Dave] [Verse 2 - Carter:] I’ve learned to pick quality over quantity When does confident become cocky? What if i told you that’s not me Hiding behind expensive liquor and kawasakis The diamond’s getting bigger I’m in the rough of the rockies Power trippin, tricked into giving the guy who brought me What he deserves, been on my nerves Despite it all i can find the courage I’m high in attic, so close to the angels But he’s in the basement playing games with the devil I’m tryna get out and see the world from all angles He only wants to stay in and polish up all his medals Spun out in the city makes it hard to say I’m stable Ain’t giving up for nothing no homie I won’t settle Crumbs crushed up on the old wooden table High above the problems is me having my head up

I Wish Those Cats @ Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
[Slug] Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker! (..Snowman in full effect) Snowman in full effect so play the odds out 'till April The tapes will grow so we can buy posters and staples I bet that kid Slug will bust flows, if you ask nice It's Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that B.B. But nowadays I'm just trying to get Musab away from the TV Cause I can't fuck with the Zenith, I rather criticize Tuesdays releases with the elitists at the fetus Yet, another factory film is what we present Surrounding, bitch needed a ballpoint, no grievance Let's all point our fingers towards the path we venture Minneapolis natives taken the rap of winter bad contender Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed of the ?cat? that scratched on my sofa And in the green room is emcees and in the kitchen is dirty dishes And my position: blurry vision And I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room I drive for a living, but I take the bus to work Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk" Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I-- [Slug] Simply took a left at Nicollet Sucking on a cigarette did some pinch hits before I left And now the nicotine is liftin' it Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered I'm trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill I see people rockin' my t-shirt, and I'm still shopping at Goodwill In a struggle, in a warzone, grew some extra personality Now I won't have to flee or fight alone The microphone: that's my weapon and I'm on a quest for Heaven Or rent me some comprehension It's busy as fuck, just gimme a three hour lead (Hour lead) So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and re-learn how to read The weed turn out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks and used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs Misplaced the gems and jewels I meant to give you To lift you, and lost my mind inside the issue And now I live it in a section where heads is frozen stiff And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room I drive for a living, but I take the bus to work Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk" Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I think-- [Slug] Now, I got spies positioned at various chivos around the city Lots of people that's down with me cause the evils out to get me It's easy to decipher who can taste me A lot of locals used to hate me, but now I think the tolerate me You can only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut Mistakes are piling up, excuses: they lining up I'm trying to fuck reality, but I'm impotent I can't get it up Cause she's a duck and her personality sucks just my luck I caught the wrong bus guess I'll get off at the crossroads And take a long lunch Next month when I got my head right I'mma grab a lead pipe And beat some life into this dead mic So let the tape roll and extract all the juices Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wages on the losers In the beginning, you can't help but wanna be innovative But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded Like hell no (Hell no), I don't wish I was a baller I'm six foot three, there ain't no need for me to be any taller I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin' ..Come on Cause I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room I drive for a living but I take the bus to work Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk" Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I think of how simple it could all be [Slug] Uh, yeah, Gob said that uh, I-I can come in and pick some shit out? That-that's cool? Alright..

Pick It Up

ANDY MINEO "Formerly Known"
Yo, even if it means carrying an anvil up a steep hill During an avalanche, I wanna walk inside His will These habitats and conditions is giving me the chills This is not a thrill, and it doesn't feel like a walk in the park It kinda seems like I'm walking in the dark, lantern in my heart These thorns and these thistles, are picking me apart And cameras keep flashing, they depicting it as art Fool, I'm on my knees right, stains on my jeans Filthy from head to toe, I finally get to see light (C-Lite) Still in the batter's box after three strikes Walking like Rev Run, steppin' in my three stripes Walking this way and that way, I found a narrow path It's like a tightrope He's gonna catch me, if I fall Guess we all need a challenge, To battle through this race in the Cross that we balance In that execution, jury on your chest Pick it up, and if you would look to it Your soul will find some rest, pick it up Ooh Pick It Up, Pick it up Question, how would your face look if Jesus were to scroll through a page of your Facebook Better one, would He be a bit confused If He seen His name written in your religious views Feeling conviction, they tick like "Didn't you know He's love?" Yeah you right but when He come back here to judge Lamb to the Lion, He's ruling the nations Packing a rod of iron, making a fool of Satan Tattoo on His thigh, King of kings, Lord of lords That's the name that's inscribed White horses he'll ride, got flames in His eyes I'm not playin' His fury is crushing enemies like grapes into wine Ain't nobody know the day or the time So I pray that you make up your mind, deny yourself and take up the pine Live the Cross, it ain't a chain or design, 'cause Sin Is Wack Don't wear one on your chest if you don't bear one on your back, fam. In that execution, jury on your chest Pick it up, and if you would look to it Your soul will find some rest, pick it up Ooh Pick It Up, Pick it up He want us sold out, searching our hearts Even believers got sin that they keep in the dark You know that one thing, God ain't pleased with He told you give it up, you wanna keep it You got a million excuses, a billion reasons But at the end of the day you still ain't at peace yet Well let me let you in on a secret We can't go deeper in our relationship till we leave it Decease it, put it to sleep like a Posturepedic 'Cause sin is a fatal disease and only Jesus can treat it And light of the fact that He freed us, By His blood, cleaned us, washed and redeemed us Uh, that's reason to make us rotate from our old ways Desire to please and obey, tell the Lord okay When the road may seem kinda lonely, my life Your way Yeah

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