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Patrik Fitzgerald lyrics

Pilot Of A Private Yacht

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They treat him well enough though As he takes them to the warmest seas As they enjoy the silence And seclusion of the sun lounge They have to thank him For their daily glass of port or sherry He has to thank them For his daily bottle of red wine Eating with the company, downstairs Of two uncomprehending strangers The boat visits exotic lands He develops his suntan He does his job well And they tell him so each evening He goes to sleep each night To bad dreams from his childhood Whispering small prayer to thank you For the job he has today Eating with the company, downstairs Of two uncomprehending elderly strangers

No Can Do

MARK KNOPFLER "Golden Heart"
Skint in a material world I did a warehouse stint for southsea girl It was Hong Kong clothes for cash Everybody got treated worse than trash Punch the card in the company clock Load the trolleys and the company trucks And around and around the whole day through And you couldn't sit down when there was nothing to do Well they had beaten up people from every land Fools like me trying to be in bands A little French girl so good to me But I couldn't love her back so lonely A backpacker travelling through A lumberjack with the travelling blues We had worn out shoes and worn out cuffs And big ideas that were never big enough He said the man wants you go wash his car Hey you I'm talking to you I said me, not me uh uh No can do No can can do no can No can can do no can Now some were grown up unlike me And were dealing with reality I was spittin' sulkin' smokin' shirkin' While a lady from Jamaica was singing and working I had everyone but me to blame And every day was just the same Well nobody ever said it was a righteous world But if they did they never said it at southsea girl He said the man wants you go wash his car Hey you I'm talking to you I said me, not me uh uh No can do No can can do no can No can can do no can Well I've made my bed on peoples floors Opened up and closed some doors Dreamed that if my dreams came true Then I wouldn't do what I didn't want to Walking through the gates to the outside To dream some dreams that never died And I walked the streets of London town Looking for a place to put my head down

Scarlet Begonias

JIMMY BUFFETT "License To Chill"
(Robert Hunter) [Originally by Grateful Dead] As I was walkin' round grosvenor square Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air From the other direction, she was calling my eye It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I knew without askin' she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff As I picked up my matches and was closing the door I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong Seldom turns out the way it does in a song Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by Wind in the willow's playin' 'Tea for Two' The sky was yellow and the sun was blue Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band

Tu Compania

KEITH URBAN "Love, Pain & The Whole Crazy Thing"
Sounds real good now If I could be anywhere with anyone You know exactly where'd I'd be Under the covers waiting for the sun to rise Your head on the pillow next to me Your feet propped up on that kitchen chair Morning papers scattered all around you Coffee brewing on the cast iron stove And the pleasure of just knowing that your mine Well, I love the way you look Love the way you feel And the way you roll your eyes At the kisses that I steal Love the way you stare When you're staring right at me I just love your company Oh, yes, I do Arm in arm on some Spring sidewalk day Laughing just because it feels so right Wrapped up under the blankets all cozy by the fire As long as you're here close enough to touch Well, I love the way you look Love the way you feel And the way you roll your eyes At the kisses that I steal Love the way you stare When you're staring right at me I just love your company Oh, yes, I do [Spanish woman speaking here] Well, I love the way you look Love the way you smell And I love your pretty eyes And the lies they never tell Love the way you stare When you're staring right at me I just love your company Oh, yes, I do Oh, here we go now

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

A Boy Named Sue

Cash Johnny "Sings His 20 Best"
Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to ma and me, Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid, But the meanest thing that he ever did, Was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke, An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks, Seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red, And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue. I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I roamed from town to town to hid my shame. But I made me a vow to the moon and stars, I'd search the honky-tonks and bars, And kill that man that gave me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July, and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry, thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. In and old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table dealin' stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue. Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad, from a worn out picture that my mother had, and I knew that scar on his cheek his evil eye. He was big and bent and grey and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said, My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die! Yeah that's what I told him. Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes, And he went down but to my surprise, Come up with a knife a cut off a piece o' my ear. I busted a chair right across his teeth, And we crashed through the wall and into the street, Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell you I've fought tougher men, but I really can't remember when, he kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun but I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said, Son, this world is rough, And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough, And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along. So I gave that name and I said goodbye, I knew you'd have to get tough or die, And it's that name that helped to make you strong. Now you just fought one hell of a fight, And I know you hate me and ya got the right, To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But you oughtta thank me before I die, For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye, 'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue. yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do? Well I got a choked up and threw down my gun, Called him a pa and he called me a son, And I come away with a different point of view. I think about him now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him, Bill or George anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

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