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RICK SPRINGFIELD lyrics - Comic Book Heroes

Comic Book Heroes

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(Springfield) There's times when real people let me down, when the temperature falls to zero. I curl up by the fire with a good book, and for awhile I am a superhero. You really need to be a superhero. 'Cause many times people will hurt you and try to mess you 'round And anyway, my comic book heroes won't let me down. Comic Book Heroes...

Attention Span

AESOP ROCK "Float"
[Aesop Rock] 3x Every little step we take breaks the dreams Of a warm pig itching to re-stitch the seams [Vast Aire] Namsayin, when I walk, I wanna break concrete! Ox'll spit some shit that'll reflect off the mirror My light beams are mad bright, they stay clever Yo challenge an Ox member, get a vow severed Found your body in the desert (Scavenger's dessert) Yeah yeah I rap tight like Saran Plus enter battles talkin shit like Look mom, no hands! I'm tired of cats tryin to sum me You can't add that far yet, that counting is far fetched I treat MC like canines Throwin words at they face to see if they bite when they catch I told you my poetry sponsors Gillette Now you standing there wit razors in your head like baretts Man, if the mic had ass cheeks The sticker in my hand would say priority seating And man, I dunno if it was me or you But your girl was on my dick like she was teethen You play the role/roll, I'll play the poppy seed on top of you The godspeed is actual, that doesn't mean I act usual One of the first MC's to give the crowd full attention Cuz you need love and affection Chorus[Aesop Rock, Vast Aire] 2x If we could absorb every star in the sky We noticed some shine brighter than others, you wonder why It's the simple things in life that turn the pesants into leaders And we know the differences between the walkers and the sleepers [Aesop Rock] I boogie with picket-a-vision, carbon based stickler City piss aroma, therapy coma, clone sitter Itching to pigeon hole villain soul magnet Feelings activate Passionate the germ, and the book met the worm I hold a book of matches captive to flashin For some need flatline Be a thick fatigue episdoe, brewed in batches Flirted curse at perked nurse, broken skeleton patches One muddy veteran collapsed the untapped resource center Housing style pagents My little limbs lassoed catered to wings While mankinds babysteps break dirt and demon I know a crossbreed strung well in the key of Mass times weight times tame semantics Encompassing that which splits lips but never supply and demand it To hell wit plastic, ooh yeah it's splendid Tap it on the shoulder, grab it, tag it, aprehend it Lend it to the devil of a friend it, wrench it back, mend it again It still never renders suspended but finicky picket fences Now every toy dreams to manufacture hearts Start with the diving parts and the blueprints You follow the prescedence set by war pigs of a yester year Let the tears pray Skip a stone over the reservoir to shake the whole sharade Hmm gun play the tumors platoon I couldn't see I fell asleep holding an Appleseed, woke up holding a tree The only bridge I ever burned along this legacy at dance Was the one that linked the cities of Prosperity and Chance Chorus 2x

Denouncing November Blue (Uneasy Writer)

THE AVETT BROTHERS "Four Thieves Gone: The Robbinsville Sessions"
November came and went, like a summer that I spent, with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. I returned to my home, with a heart part made of stone, and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. From the east it comes, her love and the rising sun, and I pray each time they come, it's not the last. You see I've got strong, I made it through what came along, but I can't move on for the beauty of the past. Came across a pretty girl, for about a month she was my world, and I held her hand, and swore we'd never part. I moved on, she stayed behind, I said I'd call, she said she'd write, we lost touch the moment I drove off. I left town like a gambler with, the sense of cashin' all the chips, before I lost them all on a bad deal. I made believe I was in a race, drove ten thousand miles in seven days, while writing a book called "Being A Free Man". Met more people than the president, the good times came and the good times went, and I learned how to ignore my hunger pangs. I looked ahead to the open road, thought about the people and what they know, and wrote a book called "People Don't Know Nothin". (no matter what they tell ya, man) Once I spent my last dime, and counted the ratio of miles to time, I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. I had driven my car around the world, ended back in the town with the girl, so I wrote a book called "Life in Prison". (Volume. 1) I see that girl every now and then, and we drink to having such good friends, and apologize for the way it did not last. Funny thing that it's all true, and I'll always love November Blue, but I turned her down for the beauty of the past. November came and went, like a summer that I spent, with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. I returned to my home, with a heart part made of stone, and I cried all night for a girl I never knew.

Tough People Do

TRACE ADKINS
Back in '39 she was 26 The wife of a soldier tryin' to raise four kids On rationed out beans and watered down milk Tryin' to keep 'em all warm with a patchwork quilt That great depression ended about 1945 But grandma lived to be 92 See, tough times don't last Tough people do Tough people pull themselves up by the bootstraps When they hit hard luck And they stay strong and they keep on fightin' Like they don't know how to lose Tough times don't last Tough people do Those talkin' heads on CNN Say we'll never get out of this hole we're in The price of gas is up and the market's down And there's a bunch of empty houses in every town Well, I'd interrupt that program with a little headline of my own This just in from the old red, white and blue Tough times don't last Tough people do Tough people pull themselves up by the bootstraps When they hit hard luck And they stay strong and they keep on fightin' Like they don't know how to lose Tough times don't last Tough people do I've been out of work since mid July My bank account's about bone dry Been lookin' for a job no luck so far But I bought a little time when I sold my car Well, I'll go dig a ditch if that's what it takes Baby, somehow or another we'll get through Tough times don't last Tough times don't last Tough people do Tough people do

Multiples Reprise (Remix)

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
[woman singing] You can hear the clock inside the ticking and tocking [Repeat 7x (fading out)] [man speaking] So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible An alamanac...and a prayer book My friends this story is true I know I was that soldier [Slug] I use to know this kid named Jesse He could get wild on the mic but his lifestyle was sketchy, Always messy You could catch him on the corner of 19th and 3rd Until the cops caught him first, with pockets of rocks and herb But there was once this cat name Ivan, he was the man Get the digits from your bitch before you could say pussy diving Driving home drunk from the front one night He tied his '84 Tempo round a street light Me and Mike Remember that scary chick Caroline Very careful when you met her cause you knew she fucked with heroin Mother of two, no one knew, because the twins stayed with her mom But when they finally found the bitch still had the twist round her arm Shit, I can't forget about that big kid Gino Fucking diesel, do damn near anything for a seno His older sister talked his twisted ass Into killing Steves girl so she could get with Steve faster Oh yea, speaking of Steves girl, the one that Gino killed Her name was Phadra, she use to stand on tables down at Deja Tits and clits and car payments and rent and emcee seek tuition [chorus] And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world Be leary of what you wish for Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door Oh yo yo-yo-yo-yo yo I know this kid named Moses Use to buy all the tapes and say that Headshots was the dopest When up for raping a chick in a mall parking lot Now I hope he gets a dick and broomstick in every orifice Free Love Thats what Heather use to say But when I took her up on it, she said that she was gay Well, wait a minute, why you shake your ass to any cat with a link Looked me in me eye, smiled and said Free Drinks! My man Todd had a tight studio up inside his home And if you had some coke you could come and bless the microphone Starting selling equipment to fill the pipe Fuck this life, Todd hung himself with a cord from that mic Cynthia wanted to travel, drive around the country Left the city on a journey, came back with a junkie He use to beat her, if it wasn't physical it was mental He didn't leave her until she tried to stab him with a pencil That kid Jay he was a thief, stole bikes and cars Use to get real high and try to drive to Mars One night got hot while approaching a road block Shut his eyes, hit the gas and ran right over a cop Damn! And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world Be leary of what you wish for Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door Its the blood clot blues, the gun-shot wounds The needles and spoons, doomed from the womb til the tomb For whom the bell tolls, this will pay for the toll free calls made Underage, she said that Jesus gave her AIDS Now and days the life of fuck follows folks In my city and some flip their trucks over center meridians Some do their drugs to float above the stress And some overdose so they can finally rest Many walk around like they blind to the mishap Talk-show gospel, smell the tic-tacs and Simulax Six pack to make the good and bad balance Walking tall is a gift and steady breathing is a challenge Adaption, domesticated bitch to your surroundings You quit singing along but the ball kept bouncing Now we keep to self and step over the vermon Found me sleeping in a pool of my own sweat and urine I'm determined to find a path so I can leave you all I miss the rise and I ain't trying to see the fall So this goes to those that trying to rest in peace Save me a seat and we'll play chess when I get released And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world Be leary of what you wish for Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door These are people who tried, tried These are people who tried, tried These are people who tried, tried All my friends, they tried.. [man speaking] So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible An alamanac...and a prayer book My friends this story is true I know I was that soldier

All Time

ARCHIVE "Londinium"
Reflecting on what's been Though past will be future When again yesterday to be made For me hazy times fume all around Burning grass in a field of endless supplies Tall people casting shadows on the short Little people running circles round the wide Lazy times waste it well What better to do with my mind ! Crazy times no rhythm too hard Deep corners and people with my time Chorus : Overground in joy in clouds sunlit Snow untouched make pure silhouette Catches steam grass and dew Rays not harm the upward gaze Hosts bring out a game of openfields on the box Watch the guests who bring the heat of outside Flags of faith for boundaries to fight The young so wise before their time My time your time all time My time yout time all time Repeat Chorus Rhythm to your right rhythm the other side Expression outside and poetry inside Pleasure to your touch Taste of heaven on your mind And colours before your very eyes

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