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MADONNA lyrics - I'm Breathless

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Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing, Which was fine with me. Because I had rhythm, music, love, The sun, the stars and the moon above, Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea. That was when the best things in life were free. Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty, Which is fine with me. 'Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm, But look at what I got to go with 'em. Who could ask for anything more , I hear you query. Who would ask for anything more Well, let me tell you, dearie. Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore. I'm so happy with what I got, I want more! Count your blessings, one, two, three I just hate keeping score. Any number is fine with me As long as it's more As long as it's more! I'm no mathematician, all I know is addition I find counting a bore. Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting. [More! More!] I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before Got my guy and my sky of blue, Now, however, I own the view. More is better than nothing, true But nothing's better than more, more, more Nothing's better than more. One is fun, why not two And if you like two, you might as well have four, And if you like four, why not a few Why not a slew [More! More!] If you've got a little, why not a lot Add and bit and it'll get to be an oodle. Every jot and tittle adds to the pot Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle. [More! More!] Never say when, never stop at plenty, If it's gonna rain, let it pour. Happy with ten, happier with twenty If you like a penny, wouldn't you like many much more Or does that sound too greedy That's not greed, no, indeedy That's just stocking the store Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard. [More! More!] Each possession you possess Helps your spirits to soar. That's what's soothing about excess Never settle for something less. Something's better than nothing, yes! But nothing's better than more, more more [Except all, all, all] Except all, all, all Except once you have it all [have it all] You may find all else above [find all else above] That though things are bliss, There's one thing you miss, and that's More! More! More! More! More! More! More! More! More!

I'm Gonna Roll Ya

Chisel Cold
No copulation, no revolution Said the young Marquis de Sade But all the whips in France ain't gonna get me Fuckin' on a barracade From the schoolboys on it was one big con As we hung around the hockey teams In each boys brain the dream was the same All I ever went to do is get laid Now the whole wide world has a better idea And it shook us all to the core You follow some two-year fairy tale Into happy evermore The sleepy priest at the bridal feast His hands make a holy sign And as the bride hoes into the wedding cake She's a-singin' in the back of her mind Come on, come on I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . . Well I took that crap for a little while And it kept me off the street Then I met me a lady with a shady past And manners like a dog on heat Those musos hummin' when they see her comin' Make a noise like a hurricane When you see that line at the dressing-room door You know she's just spread 'em for the boys again Well there ain't nothin' better than to rip your sweater In a bang behind the stage Or the drawn out sigh as you feel her thigh Then you stop and estimate her age If she's turned fourteen she's a rock'n'roll queen You can give her anything you choose And when she whispers Honey it's the money or the box You know money's so easy to lose Come on, come on I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . .

You Better Move

Cherry Poppin' Daddies "Ferociously Stoned"
I learned the lessons of survival of a rival When l'ze ten years old I was so bony that I had to get the lead out He made a muscle and I realized You're Doomed It's a piss poor pair of legs that let's its ass get kicked You better move You better find out something better to do People dig the peace sign With the one finger But it's not the one that You use to pull the trigger I don't think you're funny Kissin' ass for money Ten pins up your colon and my bowlin' ball is rollin' I almost chilled in my jammies when he said Your hair is red white and blue Reached in my pocket and I offered up a peace pipe This man would not oblige and not listen to reason Feet don't fail me now because it's freak hunting season You better move You better find out something better to do Like Michael Jackson say you gotta beat it Homeboys big yeah give him the slip That big dummies lust not worth a shit High step stepchild this ain't heaven I'm small and poor but I refuse to lose I'm one of 13 kids my hair is red white and blue I been runnin' all my life I sharpened my wit Now it cuts like a knife You better move You better find out something better to do Stop crying in yo' coffee fool You got sneakers baby make 'em move You got soul and you're super bad They're all alike and they're sappy and sad Don't let 'em cross you up Don't let 'em put you in jail You're not a garbage dump You're not a garbage pail You got a right to feel alone

Not Dead Yet

STYX
Well I was born too late to be a Rolling Stone I don't know Jerry Lee I never met John & Yoko Standin' with a strat, I'm rock 'n' roll's bastard son Go out get drunk get wild have fun I don't got a million dollars don't drive a Cadillac Give me half a chance 'cause I'm not dead yet I'm not dead yet I'm not dead yet I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet I've been machine-gunned handgunned hijacked left for dead Dive-bombed napalmed nuclear warheaded Dropped from a jet plane with no parachute Shot by a firing squad & raped by a business suit I'm dancin' on a land mine baby one leg left And I can still crawl and I'm not dead yet Well you're bigger tougher meaner rougher Dirtier and uglier and sneakier and trickier You wanna shoot me with a gun, cut me with a knife Take your bare hands baby rip out my eyes You knocked me to the floor then you bit me in the neck, well Hit me again cause I'm not dead yet I'm not dead yet, no no I'm not dead yet Well I'm a wild card hidin' in the middle of the deck You better get a bigger gun, you better get a bigger gun Well there's a mugger in the alley there's a sniper in the hall There's a girl at the bar wants to get me by my balls And the hangman is hangin', if I autograph the noose Lee Harvey Oswald's brother's on the loose Mafia hit man with a bullet for my neck Some day he's gonna get me but I'm not dead yet I'm not dead yet I'm not dead yet I'm a wild card hidin' in the middle of the deck You better get a bigger gun, you better get your poison pen

Let Me Ride

THE ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND "Seven Turns"
Well now times got hard And I didn't draw the card I needed So I proceeded to bang it on down the line Hitchhike, turnpike And if you got room won't you let me ride? Just as far as you're going And lord knowing I'll be much obliged. There was a light rain falling I started recalling how lonesome a man can be Feeling a chill When over the hill Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac Stop on a dime I threw my guitar in the back and I climbed inside Big Blue eyes said "Hey boy don't you want a ride?" I Said to Birmingham, Alabama, Or to Nashville Tennessee will do just fine with me. Don't you know what I mean? I'm coming from New Orleans. Now hey, (na na.) Mama won't you let me ride? Well now black fur coat, diamond ring Shining like something I ain't ever seen. My old guitar and a roadside bar. Walked in the door looking like a movie queen There was a honky tonk jukebox, hardwood floor She said "I ain't ever seen nothing like this before." I said, "That's all right, mama won't you let me ride?" On down to Birmingham, Alabama, Or to Nashville Tennessee wiil do fine with me. Don't you know what I mean? I'm coming from New Orleans. Now hey, (na na.) Mama won't you let me ride?

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MASSIVE ATTACK "Mezzanine"
[3D] Sitting in my day care It was day-glo painted You see me i'm a drinker You see me now i'm sainted Chased by the plaintive Haunted by the medium Too high to flow too bored to break the tedium Glow from my tv set was blue like neon Activate the remote i put the BBC on I've seen this city, so on I'm looking out for no-one Pilot in my eye it gets blue like neon It gets blue like neon It gets blue like neon [Horace Andy] Can't see nothing wrong Can't be nothing wrong Inside of me [Daddy G] I walk in a bar, immediately sense danger You look at me, girl, as if i was a A total stranger [3D] Hysterical, ecstatical no matter, call me stags() It's kind of hard to get a drink or Just a girl to relax on Phono, no go zone i go through Aching aways just to relocate you Kill us with your fist So you mix it with me I function better when i get approximately High by my technical flyby I function better with the sun in my eyes I function better with the sun in my eyes I function better with the sun in my eyes [Horace Andy] Can't see nothing wrong Can't be nothing wrong Inside of me [Daddy G] Take a second of me you beckon i'll be And when you're sad i'll mourn And when you're down i'm torn Take a second of me Said take a second of me I stand firm for our soil Lick a rock on foil Reduce me, seduce me Dress me up in stussy Will you be my victim Show me where to stick em Take a second of me (a second to see) [3D] In my day-care On my sofa One spliff makes daddy go sleep Makes daddy go sleep

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