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Kirsty MacColl lyrics - Tropical Brainstorm

England 2 Colombia

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Oh you shouldn't have kissed me and got me so excited And when you asked me out I really was delighted So we went to a pub in Belsize Park And we cheered on England as the sky grew dark Oh you shouldn't have kissed me cause you started a fire But then I found out that you're a serial liar You lied about your status You lied about your life You never mentioned your three children And the fact you have a wife Now it's England 2 Colombia 0 And I know just how those Colombians feel If you hadn't passed out while I was talking to your friend It could have really ended badly cause you very nearly had me If he hadn't taken pity on my heart full of desire I might never have found out you're a serial liar You lied about your status You lied about your life You forgot you have three children You forgot you have a wife Now it's England 2 Colombia 0 And I know just how those Colombians feel It is not in my nature to ever pick the winning team Sometimes I think I'm happy then I remember it's a dream Now it isn't in my nature to ever pick a winner I always pick a bastard who would have me for his dinner* I can never possess the object of my desire Cause he's bound to turn out to be a serial liar OK I didn't mention my kids, I thought I'd wait a bit But I am free and single and he's a lying git Cause he lied about his status He lied about his life He forgot he had three children He forgot he had a wife And it's England 2 Colombia 0 I know just how those Colombians feel So I got into a taxi and sobbed all the way home Called my friend up in Sao Paulo and cried down the phone I played some tragic music and I lay down to die But later I woke and I hadn't stopped crying You should never have kissed me, you tasted of deceit Your perfume was Adultery but I'm not a piece of meat So I'll be the one that you couldn't acquire I found out in time you're a serial liar You lied about your status You lied about your life And I pity your three children And I pity your poor wife Now you can go to Hell I'm going to Brazil Still it's England 2 Colombia 0

Moment Of Glory

ROD STEWART "Vagabond Heart"
Here is a story that is bound to amuse ya (about a fine young couple startin' out in life) A dedicated husband and a real fine worker (who lived for his children and his beautiful wife) But one night in Dallas at a computer convention (he got so loaded he could hardly stand) Woke up with a heavy head and a strange girl beside him (returned home a worried guilty man) But inside his coat his wife found a note It said 'Thanks for the good time Can I see you again' She asked him 'Why oh why' Tears rollin' down her eyes 'would you give it all up for a moment of glory' glory Packed up all her bags and returned to her mother (Two small children clinging to her dress) Hurt and disillusioned but never down hearted (she picked up the pieces of her broken life) And meanwhile back in Boston the culprit lie thinkin' (trying to find the answer in a bottle of wine) Fired from his job and missing his children (he didn't care one way if he lived or died) Oh what a crying shame nobody else to blame for one night of pleasure he had given her pain Oh how it was so hard to climb so far to give it all up for a moment of glory, glory As the months rolled by and accusations fly the bloodsuckin' lawyers know they're in for a kill The gold war begins she's takin' off her rings Close friends take sides while the waters are still Phone rang twice in his stone cold appartment (it was his little boy Johnny and his sister Beth) They said 'Daddy we miss you would you talk to Mommy' (a line of communication he had sadly missed) She said 'Now don't get me wrong this is where you belong' I said 'Good-bye children we can work it all out' 'But don't you ever forget how this family has bled 'cause you give it all up for a moment of glory' glory Won't you give it all up you give it all up Won't you give it all up you give it all up

A Man On A Tractor

RODNEY ATKINS "If You're Going Through Hell"
I woke up the same way this morning Like a stranger in my own life Tired and confused with too much to do Nothing left for my kids and my wife Oh I clung to that first cup of coffee Praying god, won't you show me what's real Then out in the distance I saw through the window A man on a tractor with a dog in a field The dog walked just like it was smiling The man drove like the world was all right The tractor hummed on like a part of a song That you sing to your children at night His work was laid out there before him In rows of green, his whole life was revealed Oh what I wouldn't give if I could just live Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field [Chorus:] Let me do what I'm doing Let me be where I am Let me find peace of mind On my own piece of land When I'm lost, help me to let go And find someway to feel Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field There I was watching and wondering My wife came down and sat beside me She said. "it's not about living another man's life It's about seeing your own differently Oh this home that I love and my children What more could one man hope to yield Then she touched my face And said, "there's more than one way To be a man on a tractor with a dog in a field [repeat chorus]

Older Gods

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
Verse One: Ghostface Killah Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill Before I hit the sky with springtime colors Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style Hand me the matches now Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga would take off his time Honolulu status, gladdest the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice Niggaz came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life til the sun burn out, that's my word Move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians [Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this [both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous [Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life [both] one time in the respectable mind (repeat 2X) Verse Three: The Genius/GZA Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness, forget his, original statement Even in protection programs there's no escapement Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know they scared They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square Household name, assassin, killa bee Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky without skills, they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old age *rocket fired, whistles off and explodes, breaking glass*

Ma Ma Ma

JOE BUDDEN "Joe Budden"
[112 + (Joe)] 112! (Jump off!) Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know) [Verse One: Joe Budden] You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue Don't no other mami give me head like you I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life Don't mistake my talkin modest Still put you in the wide bedroom with the walk-in closet Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter Ex-man never had you feelin that fly Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off New school your neck, take that herringbone off Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan System old school, play 'em and had 'em We makin it happen, oh yeah [Chorus: 112] Turn this off for a minute We can do freaky things if you widdit We can be me and you, I know you feel it You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la" All you want, you can get it You can have all my time, let's spend it The way you do your thing, I can't forget it Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" [Verse Two: Joe Budden] Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come They already know they gotta pay for they meals Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies Just because I don't match your compatible sign I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha) Who else you know gon' poke it like that? And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin "La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look Private party, it's just me, you and the new India.Arie, you won't be sorry Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par [Chorus] [Verse Three: Joe Budden] Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss And I never let a clown disrespect my miss I need dat in my life, a G might cry But you the only one that ever get to see that side Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush We can take baby steps, that may be the best Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is Ready to take things a little mo' serious Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour? Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin [Interlude: 112] Baby let me be with you more, hold you more Let me get the chance, I can show you more Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out "La la-la la, la la la la" If I could, wife you out, ride this out You're the only one I wouldn't ride without I could show you what this life's about I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" [Chorus - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs] [Joe Budden] This is the type of shit right here, listen You gotta go to the car wash on this one Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit If it just went yesterday, when you wake up Take it to the car wash Don't just get the exterior joint neither We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside Ha ha! Ayy..

Milagro (Miracle)

GLORIA ESTEFAN "Abriendo Puertas"
The slow tempo of this song combines a cuban son with a vallenato paseo creating a very sweet groove. The chorus consists of an accorion and a flugelhorn as the cuban congas, bongas, maracas, and clave blissfully come together. This song is dedicated to our children and all the love we cherish in our hearts for them The lyrics speak of how the sweet, small things, such as the way they look at us, the sound of their voice, and their innocent laugh, their simple truths, and their charming presence bring a stream of deep and meaningful moments to our lives. They are the future of the world, the essence of the most and basic value of our society. the home and the family, they are the miracle of our love. Cuando se miran sus ojos When they look in your eyes Cuando se esucha su voz When you hear their voice Es mas linda la maé¦'na Its finer than the morning Nos alumbra mas el sol Brighter than the sun Cuando nos brindan su risa When they give you a smile Cuando nos dan su candor When you see their innocence Brota un manantial It brings a stream De aqua fresquita en el corazé'‡ Of fresh water to the heart Ellos son el tesoro They are a treasure Ellos sol la alegr韆 These lights of happiness Es por ellos que la vida We live for them Se vuelve mé† dulce They give us the sweetness Se vive mejor Of a better life --------- CORO: Son los hijos la bendicié'‡ They are the blessed children El milagro de nuestro amor The miracle of our love Nos enseé¦'n como amar They show how to love Como abrir nuestro corazé'‡ How to open our hearts Son los hijos la bendicié'‡ They are the blessed children El milagro de nuestro amor The miracle of our love Son la escencia del hogar they are the essence of family life Un regalo de Dios A gift of god -------- Ellos son la esperanza They are our hope Ellos son la ilusié'‡ They are our dreams Es por ellos que la vida We live for them Se vuelve mé† dulce They give us the sweetness se vive mejor Of a better life --------- CORO: Son los hijos la bendicié'‡ They are the blessed children El milagro de nuestro amor The miracle of our love Nos ensenan como amar They show how to love Como abrir nuestro corazé'‡ How to open our hearts Son los hijos la bendicié'‡ They are the blessed children El milagro de nuestro amor The miracle of our love Son la escencia del hogar They are the essence of family life Un regalo de Dios A gift of god -------- Su mirada serena Their look of serenity Su inocente verdad Their inocent truth Es un calorcito que llena Its a warmth that fills De alegr韆 la soledad solitude with happiness Mensajeros del alma The center of family life Sembradores de paz Sowers of peace De un maé¦'na pleno Of a future full De respeto y de libertad Of cosideration for others and of freedom Ellos son el tesoro They are a treasure Ellos sol la alegr韆 These lights of happiness Es por ellos que la vida Its for them that we live Se vuelve mé† dulce They give us the sweetness Se vive mejor Of a better life --------- CORO: Son los hijos la bendicié'‡ They are the blessed children El milagro de nuestro amor The miracle of our love Nos ensenan como amar They show how to love Como abrir nuestro corazé'‡ How to open our hearts Son los hijos la bendicié'‡ They are the blessed children El milagro de nuestro amor The miracle of our love Son la escencia del hogar they are the essence of family life Un regalo de Dios A gift of god

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