Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

LIZ PHAIR lyrics - Exile In Guyville

Explain It To Me

Original and similar lyrics
And when I asked for a separate room It was late at night, and we'd been driving since noon But if I'd known how that would sound to you I would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life Just to prove I was right That it's harder to be friends than lovers And you shouldn't try to mix the two 'Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy Then you know that the problem is you And it's true that I stole your lighter And it's also true that I lost the map But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to I had to take your word on that But if you'd known how that would sound to me You would have taken it back And boxed it up and buried it in the ground Boxed it up and buried it in the ground Boxed it up and buried it in the ground Burned it up and thrown it away You put in my hands a loaded gun And then told me not to fire it When you did the things you said were up to me And then accused me of trying to fuck it up But you've never been a waste of my time It's never been a drag So take a deep breath and count back from ten And maybe you'll be alright And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead But if you're tired of looking at my face, I guess I already am But you've never been a waste of my time It's never been a drag So take a deep breath and count back from ten And maybe you'll be alright

Sound Is Vibration

ATMOSPHERE "Overcast!"
[Slug] I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit Cuz when the moon gets above my apartment, I catch fits for starting shit I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it Cuz I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit So shush kid, shush baby! Shut your eyes Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize I wish the flies to land upon your forehead When I extract the essence from your head and leave your body resting moored I left more dead reputations than HIV kings But for every killing there's a reason and its not just emcees, man! I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep To take the first step, to have to kill off to make this world perfect Well lets get shit right, right here! Right now! Right away! Atmosphere motherfucker! If I need to I could fly away I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew Serve you with seafood, you can't cloud my vision cuz you're see-thru [Spawn] You need to recognize the size of the atlas You ain't as tall as half this - match this - past what you practice Obviously you can't fuck with my tactics, you bastard Thats why you breath fast bitch - no need to ask [Slug] We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets done A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man! You had to choose the ripest one [Spawn] That said it all, it comes from inside ,and how you ride the sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right Catchin' the motion with lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight Your voice should travel without the babble of the average emcee so listen please use discretion when you breath sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision and then comes the style and precision... [Slug] No more longer will we hold your hands. Why? Cuz you're too damn old Oh yea, the network called, they told me to tell ya you've been canceled They also said big up for all the support Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world So let your head down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang I'm rising past the bang, with smile I'm flashin my fangs I tumble over some, cuz some I don't over stand I got the crowd respond, from now on, I know the plan [Spawn] It's the noise it makes, to generate the passion I have It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed It takes shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab [Slug] Come now, (?) test the giants, when we apply this Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced Don't breath a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens [Spawn] Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock Obviously we hit the gear under upscale rocks So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in You could try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in Nigga, what! My definition is raw, I got you all wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all but I'm tall, and got game, remain the same for the duration Area Code 6-1-2, my present location... [Slug] Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it Blessed with insight, friends and affluences Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding Stamina: that is achieved over the course of time in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind defined as lyricist - the Atmosphericist makin sure you fear this hit every time you hear this shit [Spawn] : Sound is vibration [Slug] : This sound is taken [Spawn]: Sound is vibration [Slug] : and the ground is shaken [Spawn] : Vibration is sound [Slug] : yo, we found your replacement [Spawn] : Vibration is sound [Slug] : now who makes the sound? [Slug Spawn] : Now who makes the music/sound? (fades out)

Stampede

ACCEPT "Blind Rage"
Crossed bars out the door Stubborn run out through the town Crawl cross beyond control This body's gonna take you down Move over till you walk Black boulder will spit you out Spend with me till the morn' I'll tell you what it's all about Wretched time! Cross bar, over head Keep 'em through the air No time, no escape, caught through the stare Still wear the parachute, drag you in the depth I'll plant you in the soil And serve you just pedets So loud! It's the end of the line You breed your kind But you wasted your breath (Stampede!) Trapped into the ground (Stampede!) Flattened by the sound (Stampede!) Burn you on the stove (Stampede!) And pulverize your grounds! You're gone and disappeared through the bloody swerve Jab you, round you down to a moshpit straight from hell Neck you out the throne, rearrange your face And when you bottom out, it's a long way down from grace So loud! It's the end of the line You breath your? But don't waste your breath! You'll never win! (Stampede!) Trapped into the ground (Stampede!) Flattened by the sound (Stampede!) Burn you on the stove (Stampede!) And pulverize your grounds! Crossed bars out the door Stubborn run out through the town Crawl cross beyond control This body's gonna take you down Move over till you walk Black boulder will spit you out Spend with me till the morn' I'll tell you what it's all about Wretched time! Cross bar, over head Keep 'em through the air No time, no escape, caught through the stare Still wear the parachute, drag you in the depth I'll plant you in the soil And serve you just pedets So loud! It's the end of the line You breed your kind [?] But you wasted your breath (Stampede!) Trapped into the ground (Stampede!) Flattened by the sound (Stampede!) Burn you on the stove (Stampede!) And pulverize your grounds! You're gone and disappeared through the bloody swerve Jab you, round you down to a moshpit straight from hell Neck you out the throne, rearrange your face And when you bottom out, it's a long way down from grace So loud! It's the end of the? You breath your? But don't waste your breath! You'll never win! (Stampede!) Trapped into the ground (Stampede!) Flattened by the sound (Stampede!) Burn you on the stove (Stampede!) And pulverize your grounds!

Women Of Zion

Johnny Q Public
(d. fritz, o. thornton) Don't try killing time 'cause time don't die No matter how hard you try Years, months, weeks days, count the minutes Count the seconds, count the seconds, it flies Count the seconds, it flies, why, why, why Why, oh why do you try Everyday I'm bothered by the simple things that make me Try to live a life that's worthy of the price that's paid to Cover me Very soon, I will not want to take it There comes a time when the tables must be turned The tables must be turned, why, why, why Why, oh why do you try -CHORUS- Don't waste my Monday (Wednesday, Friday) Don't waste my Tuesday (Thursday, Saturday) Don't waste the time I have For making up the time you waste Not much is being said by anybody in the world About the things we get a hold of that could make a Working brain go dead If I try, it seems I'm not accepted Why do you listen to the one who has nothing to say The one who has nothing to say, why, why, why Why, oh why do you try (repeat CH ORUS) Don't waste my Sunday, my Sunday My Sunday, my Sunday, my Sunday

(God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time On You

ALABAMA "Twentieth Century"
Can this be true? Tell me, can this be real? How can I put into words how I feel? My life was complete, I thought I was whole. Why do I feel like I'm losing control? I never thought that love could feel like this. Then you changed my world with just one kiss. How can it be, that right here with me, There's an angel, it's a miracle. Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep. Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep. When I look into your eyes I know that it's true, God must have spent a little more time on you. In all of creation, all things great and small, You are the one that surpasses them all. More precious than any diamond or pearl, They broke the mold when you came in this world. And I'm trying hard to figure out Just how I ever did without. The warmth of your smile, the heart of a child, It's deep inside, and leaves me purified. Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep. Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep. When I look into your eyes, I know that it's true, God must have spent a little more time on you. I never thought that love could feel like this, Then you changed my world with just one kiss. How can it be, that right here with me, There's an angel, it's a miracle. Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep. Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep. When I look into your eyes, I know that it's true, God must have spent a little more time on you. God must have spent a little more time on you.

Tarkus

Emerson Lake And Palmer
I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Have you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you're gonna see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your times have been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain.

Was it funny? Share it with friends!