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NIRVANA lyrics - Bleach

Mr. Moustache

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Fill me in no your new vision. Wake me up with indecision. Help me trust your mind and wisdom. Yes I eat a cow. I am not proud. Show me how you question, question. Lead the way to my temptation. Take my hand and keep it clean. Yes I eat a cow. I am not proud. Easy as an easychair. Poop as hard as rock. well, I don't like you anyway. Silly little fucks. (Damn) you. (Domn) you...aaaahh! aaaah!

Subterranean Homesick Blues

RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS "The Uplift Mofo Party Plan"
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off God knows when but you're doin' it again! you better duck down the alleyway lookin'for a new friend the man in the coonskin cap by the big pen wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten Look out, kid Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but the phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many say they must bust in early may orders from the D.A. Walk on your tip toes, don't try no doz better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows Look out, kid Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid Looks to me like you did a little to much hittin' kid you should've took it to the bridge before you started to skid Look out, kid the good god willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em killin'em Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell try hard, get barred, get back, write braille get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail But users, cheaters, six time losers hand around the theatres girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters Look out, kid Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid

They-Say Vision

RES "How I Do"
I wanna try that pill that people take Make you believe all the things that people say Sick of shuckin' 'round with a screwed up face With my heels dug in trying to leave a trace Now come on put me down somehow How you lose your faith (just take my hand and lead me where you wanna) [Chorus:] Pay no more mind to what you think you've seen It's as they do only Say what they say 'Cause there's only one way They-Say Vision It takes you back to just where you want Like when you ain't know no way Industry's down think I've died and I've flown away So so long to them thieves who came and took all the things to say I play the joker sometimes but then those moments slide back my way 'Cause for real I'd give my soul away Give it all away (so take my hand and lead me where you wanna) [Chorus] I know where they all go find someplace Where they don't mind loafing about the waste They-Say Vision takes you back to where no conscience Free from how you really see And if you think that you know Take the back road They got you where they want They got you

Older Lover Undercover

Well an old saying goes mind your manners mind your mother And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover Well she might lies about her age, but lady I got no complaints She can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school ways are practically technicalities and perfectly sane Im saying I aint never seen a saint. I met her at an old cop bar down in silverlake Where we spoke about the give and we joked about the take And when they asked for identification I knew hers probably was a fake Shes just another older lover undercover. Shes just another old school lover undercover. Youre wearing that thin disguise. Dont apologize. And youre birthday suit suits you. Well it suits me too its one hell of a costume I cant find the zipper anywhere on your back Perhaps its attached to the breach of your ass-crack Burr its cold in here. You keep it hot dear. with a sip of mexican coffee and some grapefruit juice a glass of coke a glass of wine just to keep it loose oh the things that you say and do, wow. And the way that you groove to the music Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds You like indie rock, spock rock, anything youve found In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised beat up bmw Chorse...your just another lover undercover... Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold and the way your wiser stories are always told your just another lover undercover

The Joy

KANYE WEST "Watch The Throne"
[Hook - Curtis Mayfield:] Add a little sugar, honeysuckle lamb A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are all the makings of you [Verse 1 - Kanye West:] I do it for the forefathers and the street authors That are now A&Rs in the cheap office Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off of Gave her a handshake only for my man’s sake She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake Now there’s crumbs all over the damn place And she want me to cum all over her damn face I never understood planned parenthood Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood Taking refills of that Plan B pill Another shorty that won’t make it to the family will If I don’t make it, can’t take it, hope the family will They ain't crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel Don C just had a shorty, so it’s not that bad But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had [Hook] [Verse 2 - Kanye West:] No electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh, perfecto You know the demo, your boy act wild You ain't get the memo? Yeezy’s back in style Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget What’s more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they "sisters" They momma named them after white bitches So next time you see me on your fallopian Though the jewelry’s Egyptian, know the hunger’s Ethiopian Stupid questions like “Is he gon' be dope again? Have you seen him? has anybody spoke to him?” This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch And a bag of weed; the Holy Trinity In the mirror where I see my only enemy Your life’s cursed, well mine’s an obscenity [Hook] [Verse 3 - Jay-Z:] This is my momma shit; I used to hear this Through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pajama shit Afros and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had it Popping like the sample that I’m rhyming with Pete Rock, let the needle drop I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don’t needle pop Taking sips of pop, six pack of Miller nips Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale Bally’s on my feet help me balance out well That and the shit I used to balance on the scale I got it honest from the parties from my momma’s Virgin Marys try to judge her I’m like “Where the Madonnas now?” Give all glory to Gloria They said “you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior” We victorious, they’ll never take the joy from us, uh [Outro - Kid Cudi (w/ Pete Rock):] Keep your hands up, get mine up Don’t let them take your fire Yeah, okay (It’s Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay)

Silly Of You

SALT 'N' PEPA "Brand New"
Uh, come on, uh Come on, uh, yeah Uh, if ya want some, come and get some [Chorus (2x):] Well it's silly of you (To think that I) Would ever take a dive (Can I keep it live) And if you think you're qualified (To speak on this) (Well that's illy of you) Just plain silly of you [Sandra 'Pepa' Denton:] We be the queens from Queens, the original tag team We've been to all the places, that you only seen in your dreams I earned the dough, the record label, houses, the cars Jiggy at the party baby, got the champagne and the ha-ha Pray that we fade to black We attack the traps, and make your knees collapse But once again, lend me your ears countrymen Ever since, The Showstopper, boostin' up the dividends And, I thought you knew we had mass appeal Bustin' lyrics like steel, no matter who's keepin' it real From coast to coast, we rock the past to the future (Right) Now pass the mic, and me rock the way that I used to Who's hottest female to ever touch the apparatus Evidently it's the Pep, cuz Salty is the baddest I don't recommend that you test the untestable Hey, nowadays we try to keep it all respectable, word [Chorus (2x)] [Blue Denim:] That's right, y'all know me, it's Kimmy Cat from Queens Sometimes I, hang around with the S and P I came to, tell ya about this new slick lightplate Blue Denim got the ven to make an MC sick Pep to my left, right side big sis Hey, let me get them keys To the crib and Lexus, step to this And I know some cats livin' down in Texas S and P and B.D. on the V.I.P. guest list Who rocks the most Highpost, now from the gate They take me to my destiny Never get the best of me, you stressin' me Testin' me, like I'm-a take a dive I keep it live, and you ain't even qualified [Chorus (2X)] [Sandra 'Pepa' Denton:] The headliners, big-timers, I've got the details Hold the press, do you detest rap's hottest females Big Pepa, hotstepper, take a dive, never No sleep, we never rest, the best keep gettin' better [Cheryl 'Salt' James:] Salty that's me, sexy, don't envy Trendsetter, go-getter, Miss Originality Opposition dissin', our desire paid From the cradle to grave, I know the tricks of the trade [Sandra 'Pepa' Denton:] Back in the days, at shows we used to hook 'em MC's we shook 'em And if you came with some beef Your man we took him [Cheryl 'Salt' James:] Now who got the flow (The flow that I gotta go) Guy professionals Guy grip like the mic Like, ooh, I got testicles [Blue Denim:] I be the sugar showin', showin' Don Juan Pong Like the needle on a record when it plays a song You know my girls sold out, no doubt, every arena We stake the funky divas, shout out to all believers We paint the town, hang around clubs that we maxed And when we in the studio, Salt's waxin' the tracks [Sandra 'Pepa' Denton:] A bunch of thoroughbreds Rockin' G's and Pro Keds And true blue, I thought you knew Official queens redheads (Salt and Pepa) [Chorus (2x)]

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