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LIZ PHAIR lyrics - WHITECHOCOLATESPACE

What Makes You Happy

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There's a portrait of Uncle Alvarez Hangin' in the hall Nobody wants to look at it But Uncle Alvarez sees us all Oh, oh, oh imaginary accomplishments Hey, hey, hey you visionary guy You might even shake the hands of presidents Better send a postcard and keep the family quiet He's not really part-Cherokee indian He didn't fight in the Civil War He's just Eugene Isaac Alvarez He feels sorry for the wall Oh, oh, oh imaginary accomplishments Hey, hey, hey you visionary guy You might even shake the hands of presidents You're gonna make 'em sorry when you die And it's a long way down You were hoping for a heart-attack Running around, investing on this and that Your beautiful wife keeps your life on a shelf for you Safe in a better way There's no dust or mildew and It's hard to believe you were once a beautiful dancer Better just to shake it off As you write your resume Don't think of Uncle Alvarez And the price he had to pay Oh, oh, oh imaginary accomplishments Hey, hey, hey you visionary guy You might even shake the hands of presidents You're gonna make them sorry when you die Oh, oh, oh imaginary accomplishments Hey, hey, hey you visionary guy You might even shake the hands of presidents Better send some money to the Alma Mater.

One Last Dance (For The Melody)

JOHNNY RIVERS "Outside Help"
I'm so tired of the same old story, Like some picture I've already seen Now I don't care what the reason is, I'll take no part in living that dream... I'm so wired off of chasin' my glory, Though it's clear that it's nearer somehow- On the first step was the hardest one, But that's all behind me now... Shake hands with the man who looks like me Show him all the dreams you could never see Save one last glance for your memory It's so easy to live in the shadows, And just long for the wrong side of day Now I don't care what the reasons is, I'll have no part of living that way... It's too easy to blow the whole battle, Just sneak out when the smoke first appears Oh the first step is the hardest one, When your heart beats like a drum in your ears Shake hands with the man who looks like me, Tell him all the things you've wanted to be Save one long wait for the tragedy... Did you hear what happened when the song was sung, Everyone hit the street on the run- Out the houses, up, out, off of their beds Thankin' the Lord for what they thought he said But people are as different as day and night Some folks need the light right on them, Some can't take it that bright... The first step's always the hardest one Racing out of control falling back toward the sun... Shake hands with the man who looks like me Give him all you believe in to set you free Save one last dance for the melody But people are as different as day and night Some folks need the light right on them, Some can't take it that bright... The first step's always the hardest one Racing out of control falling back toward the sun... Shake hands with the man who looks like me Give him all you believe in to set you free Save one last dance for the melody

Even A Dog Can Shake Hands

WARREN ZEVON "Sentimental Hygiene"
(Warren Zevon, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Bill Berry) Well, he's trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive He's got the phone in the car in his hand Everbody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands He wants twenty percent 'Cause he knew you back when Now they all want a piece if the band Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands All the worms and the gnomes are having lunch at Le Dome They're all living off the fat of the land Everbody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands Sign Page 42 We'll do the rest for you Find a way to make it pay Don't lose your head You'll end up dead Or you'll be living in the valley some day You'll be making the scene 'til they pick your bones clean No, they don't leave much for the fans Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands Sign Page 42 We'll do the rest for you Find a way to make it pay Don't lose your head You'll end up dead Or you'll be living in the valley some day Well, I'm trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive And I get it any way I can Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine Even a dog can shake hands

It Goes

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
SLUG Now, when you come to apply for a job Don't tell 'em you're homeless 'Cause I promise they won't hire you And if they like your songs Just nod your head and play along Never tell 'em what inspires you I bet my fans know me better than my friends do Because my friends don't pay that much attention The fans memorize every single sentence Which makes them far too smart to ever start a friendship I need to start writing pieces about other people's problems 'Cause strangers are starting to get worried I'm in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit And find happiness before I hit thirty OK, OK, I've said too much I wear my heart on my sleeve When all I need to do is write a hit Somebody shoulda showed me how to shut up and breathe 'Cause there's a time and place to bite your lip It goes peace to phobia For the boots made for walking Now if only Best Buy could break me off with a Walkman Everything would be fine I could spend time smiling Instead of pulling a sad clown around this island I've got no suggestions Well, maybe one Leave my type alone when you decide to touch that microphone See, me and you We're on different pages We're in different stages We've got different flavors I'mma let you do your thing Just as long as your thing Ain't got a single thing to do with me and what I'm trying to bring But if my name crosses your lips You better guard your tongue Pardon me, give me my respect, and keep it all in fun If I had extra time I'd walk around and shake everybody's hand (Like, how you doin' my man?) But I'm not allowed I'm trying to beat the clock now So I'm out, right after I rock this crowd It goes: ola ola olaaa (yeah) Ola ola olaaa (2x) It goes: one two three four five Six seven eight nine ten And all I ever wanted out of live was rhymin' Either from me or an innocent bystander I wasn't that picky, just give it to me quickly Whatever it takes, to cook these cakes You wanna hear your voice but don't know nothing 'bout the breaks And it's obvious you haven't found your place Got me askin', 'Who is he? How did he end up in my city? I'm the crocodile that the trucker tried to wrestle I'm the main ingredient from yesterday's special Close the hole and push that level I'll chop the head off the devil and I'll throw it at you And I'll be damned if I ever climb another tree From here on, the squirrels and birds can come to me From sun to sun and from sea to sea (Girl, they call me Slug, do you wanna make love?) Now all the leaders in the place, throw your hands in the air All the feeders in the house, throw your hands in the air All the thinkers here tonight, put your hands in the air Anybody we forgot, you can stand there and stare Yeah, you remember, tracksmart (?), off to a bad start The way I used to carry got buried in the backyard Caught between a scotch and a cinnamon Pop-Tart The bell doesn't work, foo, you better knock hard Line by line, I'm doing fine Ideas on my mind for my time Hail when my kind does leave behind They'll find that I was the one that died trying I would never trade the way I am for the way I'm not My crew is kinda popular, we get to play a lot And my son thinks that I am the coolest thing in the world 'Cause he's still too young to fall in love with girls It goes: ola ola olaaa Yeah, you're listening to the cool sounds of Atmosphere Ola ola olaaa From Minneapolis, Minnesota Ola ola olaaa Givin' a shout-out to the whole world Ola ola olaaa And we'd like to tell all of y'all, it goes: Ola ola olaaa To y'all Ola ola olaaa To us Ola ola olaa Now band, shut up, let the bassman do his thing, shush It's like that and It's like that and It's like this and It's like this and (2x) It goes: ola ola olaa Ola ola olaaa (3x) It goes...

I Have The Touch

PETER GABRIEL "Security"
The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush The pushing of the people - I like it all so much Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes I move with the movement and ... I have the touch I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark Any chance collision and I light up in the dark There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch Wanting contact I'm wanting contact I'm wanting contact with you Shake those hands, shake those hands Give me the thing I understand Shake those hands, shake those hands Shake those hands, shake those hands Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do All those introductions, I never miss my cue So before a question, so before a doubt My hand moves out and ... I have the touch Wanting contact I'm wanting contact I'm wanting contact with you Shake those hands, shake those hands Give me the thing I understand Shake those hands, shake those hands Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems to please I need contact I need contact Nothing seems to please I need contact

Be Me

JME
What's gwarning fam Barrree rats, cats trying to bite me like I put my whole arm in jam Step out the whip, fill up my tank, buss mic, fill up my bank Mums life, them man wank, they get their hands dirty I keep my hands clean, you'll get murked... hands free! Bluetooth, Wi-fi, I speak the truth out of your Hi-fi When I'm on the mic headphones don't lie I'll take your shit, eeny meeny MINE!... Nemo... you can't find Reload... the bar's GRIME! CEO, Boy Better Know, You already know, I fuck up the show, JME everywhere I go, I'm making P CEO, Boy Better Know, You already know, I fuck up the show, JME everywhere I go, I'm making P They wanna be me! But these MC's can't see me! I'm too far ahead, too way gone! You better go out and buy my CD! They wanna be me! But these MC's can't see me! I'm too far ahead, too way gone! You better go out and buy my CD!

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