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THE CURE lyrics - Wish

Wendy Time

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you look like you could do with a friend she said you look like you could use a hand someone to make you smile she said someone who can understand share your trouble comfort you hold you close and i can do all of these i think you need me here with you you look like you do with a sister she said you look like you need a girl to call your own... like fabulous! fabulous! call me fabulous! and rubbing her hands so slow you stare at me all strange she said are you hungry for more i've had enough i said please leave me alone please go it doesn't touch me at all it doesn't touch me at all you know that you could do with a friend she said you know that you could use a word like feel or follow or fuck she said and laughing away as she turned you've everything but no-one like the last man on earth and when i die i said i'll leave you it all door closes leaves me cold it doesn't touch me at all it doesn't touch me at all you really do need a sister she said you really do need a girl to call your own... like wonderful! wonderful! call me wonderful! and running her hands so slow you stare at me all strange she said are you hungry for more i've had enough i said please leave me alone please go please go

Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)

DE LA SOUL "De La Soul Is Dead"
Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to please give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and I'm calling in reference to the music business. Thank you. DOVE: Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Hey how are ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through But leave your name (uh) And your number And I'll get back to you. Once again it's another rap bandit Fiending at I and I can't stand it Wanna be down with the Day-Glo Knocking on my door, saying, a yo yo Knocking on my door, saying, a yo yo I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo I can't understand what the problem is I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz How'd they get my name and number Then I stop to think and wonder Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town You wanna call me up? Take my number down It's 222-2222 I got an answering machine that can talk to you It goes POS: Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through But leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you Yo, check it, exit the old style Enters the new But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew Or should I say flock cause around every block There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope But it's not the mood to hear The tales of limousines and pails Of money they'll make like a pro I be like, Yo black, just play me the tape But at the show the time to spare I just make But the songs created in they shacks Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask, Was it def? And with the straighest face I be like, Hell yes. I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call They get MASE: Hey how ya doing Sorry ya can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Hey how are ya doin Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you Check it out Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave Haven't been to the jam in quite a while Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles 'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild But edition up here bi-da miles to the center Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in And I be like, Yo G, Pos does all the producing POS: Now woe is me to the third degree Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny Jettin' But I'm getting used to this demo abuse Getting raped and giving birth to a tape Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker Attached to my success, sent like a stalker Make way to my radius playin fly guy Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky Me Myself and I go through this act daily And rarely do I not No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me No matter what the plot And even out on tour they be like, Yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel I be like Oh swell Unveil the numeric code to dial my room And tell them to call me at noon But of course there's no answering machine in my room But a pretty young adorer Who I swung on tour And if it rings while we're alone She'll answer the phone And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem DOVE: Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring Now you're waiting on the beep. Say, I would love if you'd sing The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak. So no problemo, just play the demo And at the end it's break out time Please oh please don't press rewind Cause I'll just lay it down the line Hey how ya doing Sorry ya can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you POS: Hey how ya doing Sorry ya can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number And we'll get back to you.. peace 'Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook me up, True. You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the Fish Tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know what I'm saying, but I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me, got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back at 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a brother man!'

Rushes

Darius Danesh "Dive In"
(Danesh/Glenister/Lew) She's got a blind smile and a soft touch A cute little dimple when she laughs too much They say you fall hard when you meet her Such is her allure She's got a quick wit and a fast tongue But she doesn't seem to know that she's the one They say she cheats charm when she whispers She's devilishly pure You'd see if you knew her She doesn't know But its time I told her so CHORUS When I see your blushes From a compliment of mine it touches Something inside I'm getting rushes The adrenaline rushes And I'm fascinated That you really don't know how to take it When I look at you that way you feel naked And I'm so into you I'm getting rushes She's about five nine Got a sexy stride With long tanned legs that she shouldn't hide With a fine air of innocence Nonchalance in every move She's a sweet sensation tease temptation She looks good enough to eat She's a fallen angel with a devilish streak And so they say Like with like will finally meet You'd see if you knew her She doesn't know But its time I told her so CHORUS And I like it and I want more And I like it and I want more And I like it and I want more Never felt it like this before It's more than adrenaline rushes It's the touch and the smell of skin rushes Some call it love at first sight I call it butterflies (I call it butterflies, I call it butterflies) CHORUS

The Analog Kid

RUSH "Different Stages"
A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart Chorus You move me You move me With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me You move me Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me You call me The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears Like the music of the spheres The boy lies in the grass, unmoving Staring at the sky His mother starts to call him As a hawk goes soaring by The boy pulls down his baseball cap And covers up his eyes Chorus Too many hands on my time Too many feelings Too many things on my mind When I leave I don't know What I'm hoping to find When I leave I don't know What I'm leaving behind...

Bandslutz

JOEL FAVIERE
This is not towards anybody specific It's just a song about bandsluts And all that jizz I mean all that jazz Showing up in ya blacked out tights Blacked out eyes, actin' not so nice Wishing for a dick and Jack on ice Jacked off twice just to last all night Money spent, fishnet addict Social climber, fuck dramatics After them like "Let me have it," Leave your friends, ya fuckin' plastic We know whatcha all about Whatcha all about So I wrote this song To call you out and sort this out They know whatcha all about, all about It's an endless game We know that you use your brain somehow Ohmygod let me get a picture That's it, walkin' to the buses in the back, bitch Because we know it's habit Tag that singer in the motha fuckin' status Tell the whole world that it didn't happen You look around, now your friends are gone Call their phones but they don't pick up Crying on the curb, sorry little bandslut But the band's gotta leave You know, that sucks We know you suck Ohmygod he better not leave my side He told me I was the only one that night He was not like the other guys We only fucked in the first 5 Yeah, we only fucked in the first 5 Minutes We know whatcha all about Whatcha all about So I wrote this song Just to call you out They know whatcha all about It's an endless game Of cock and mouth, cock and mouth We know you use your brain somehow, yeah Money spent, fish net addict Social climber, fuck dramatics After them like "Let me have it," Leave your friends 'Cause ya mothafuckin' plastic 'Cause you're motherfucking plastic I did this shit in 1 take The whole world knows you're fake Just go hide your face, yeah We know whatcha all about Whatcha all about So I wrote this song just to call you out They know whatcha all about Whatcha all about It's an endless game of cock and mouth We know you use your brain somehow Yeah

Angel Of The Morning

JUICE NEWTON "Juice"
There'll be no strings to bind your hands not if my love can't bind your heart. And there's no need to take a stand for it was I who chose to start. I see no need to take me home, I'm old enough to face the dawn. Just call me angel of the morning, angel just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. Just call me angel of the morning, angel then slowly turn away from me. Maybe the sun's light will be dim and it won't matter anyhow. If morning's echo says we ve sinned, well, it was what I wanted now. And if we're the victims of the night, I won't be blinded by light. Just call me angel of the morning, angel just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. Just call me angel of the morning, angel then slowly turn away, I won't beg you to stay with me through the tears of the day, of the years, baby baby baby. Just call me angel of the morning, angel just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.

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