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Tania Kernaghan lyrics

Mary Called Him Mister

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They parted but a year before she never thought he'd come She stammered blushed hel;d out her hand and called him Mister Gum How could he know that all the while she onged to murmur John He called her Miss Le Brook and asked how she was gettingon They parted but a year before they loved each other well But he'd been to the city and came back such a swell They longed to meet in fone embrace they hungerered for a kiss But Mary called him Mister and the farm boy called her Miss He stood and leaned against the door a stupid chap was he And when she aske if he'd come in and have a cup of tea He looked to left he looked to right and then he glanced behind And slowly doffed that hat of his and said he didn't mind She glanced at him at times and coughed and awkward little cough He stared at anything but her and said I must be off That evenning he went riding north a sad and lonely ride She locked herself inside her rrom and sat down there and cried They parted but a year before they loved each other well But she was such a contry girl and he was such a swell They longed to meet in fone embrace they hungerered for a kiss But Mary called him Mister and the farm boy called her Miss Mary called him Mister and the far boy called her Miss

Town Called Malice

THE JAM "The Gift"
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life 'Cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus 'Cos those rosey days are few And...stop apologising for the things you've never done 'Cos time is short and life is cruel But it's up to us to change This town called Malice Rows and rows of disused milk floats Stand dying in the dairy yard And a hundred lonely housewives Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry It's enough to make you stop believing When tears come fast and furious In a town called Malice Struggle after struggle, year after year The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead In a town called Malice A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef Gets dashed against the co-op To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear It's a big decision in a town called Malice The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere Just going 'round and 'round Playground kids and creaking swings Lost laughter in the breeze I could go on for hours and I probably will But I'd sooner put some joy back In this town called Malice

Half A Woman

FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE
Half A Woman They called him Great Scott Because he was great They called her Great Susan Cause she was his date She climbed in a box He cut her in two And when he was through She was just half a woman And he'd tie her up Set her on fire He'd douce her with oil The crowd would go wild She was always alright At the end of the night But somehow she felt Like just half a woman The show went the same way Year after year He'd wave his magic wand She'd disappear One day she asked How did this come to be Somewhere there must be more to me One day she left She climbed through the stage And into the trap door Under the lion's cage And after a spell He said what the hell It was just as well She was just half a woman

9-5ers Anthem

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
[Aesop Rock] Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds Half the patients wasted self pride at Commencement So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections And twelve steps to lesson Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics Life treats the peasants like They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems When the clock strikes nine I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players For the cycle of it Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is watching My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts We on some door-to-door now Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies For copper pennies for one commanding Gimme that So we can retain baby fat Make the biter snake bedlam Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon Bent barrel one eight zero, you'll turn, squeeze, ending It's on like it's never been It's bleeding well It's bigger than a breadbox It can roast my leaky finance I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag of chips To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because The first one slipped Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks I tend to underestimate my average Just another bastard savage Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand Cuz every dog has its day At which point, I'll pull it away Now we the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out When we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope [Aesop Rock] It's the year of the silkworm Everything I built burned yesterday Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve Elevate the spreading of the silk germ Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal Saddle up on high horse My torch forced Polaris embarrassed Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage I bought some new sneakers I just hope my legacy matches It's the year of the landshark Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water They're out there being slaughtered In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters Man it's the year of the Orphan Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat Maybe it's the year of the waterbug Cockroach utter thug specimen Your response, dreaming of your next of kin I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in I've been the object of your ridicule You've been a bitch lieutenant God it's the year of the underpaid employee Spitting forty plus a week And trying to rape earth on my off time You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough So you can run run run And I'ma let you think you won EVERYBODY! We the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine to five day-in day-out But we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope [Aesop Rock] Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless

Neck Uv Da Woods

MYSTIKAL "Let's Get Ready"
[Intro - Mystikal] This is, Mystikal and Outkast I'm representin [Mystikal] I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES You can't stand it! Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through, intrude, move through distractions Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon And the get God back Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy I bring flames to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man I invent em flip em and send em Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up Garbage mc's better run for it Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, () And respect me for takin it to em So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha [Hook - Dre] [X 2] If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh [Big Boi] All a the heat rise to the beat wise To that nigga that spit that street fire Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH Yeah know that East Point never stop like that All the way to Decatur [Hook] [X 2] [Dre] Hey, what's your name Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer in self-preservation Aahhhhh, OOF! in the State of confused City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue But Generation Y high to the point that I drink Runnin on a new one Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks What if I told you that even if you made clocks Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter Would you holler that I'm live and ask another Or take no heat and run for cover [Hook] [X 3]

Orgasmatron

MOTORHEAD "Orgasmatron"
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore. I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate I am the politician, and I decide your fate I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.

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