THE JAM lyrics - Setting Sons

Private Hell

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Closer than close - you see yourself - A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be. As each day goes by - a little more - You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway. The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell. The man who you once loved - is bald and fat - And seldom in - working late as usual. Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but - Private Hell. Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing - Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren. Think of Edward - who's still at college - You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge. 'Cause he don't care, They don't care. 'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell. The morning slips away - in a valium haze, And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee. In the afternoon - the weekly food, Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host, To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery - and Private Hell Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - You see it smash - inside you crack - You can't go on - but you sweep it up - Safe at last inside your Private Hell. Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.

Wordplay

Arsonists "Date of Birth"
[Chorus: Swel Boogie] I could tell you wanna grab the mic because you're thirsty Hoping you gonna get some shine but you're not worthy Let me hear you make some noise if you heard me We deal with wordplay, so your games could never hurt me [Swel Boogie] Let, let it be known in this game we're the illest MCs F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you You want it with Swel? Oh well, I was sworn to out last you I be hurtin' ya wack crew, like work on a tattoo Keep ya MC hidin' like a worm in an apple Go and built your club house 'cause I'm earnin' a castle and I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm a permanent rascal My turn to run pass through flash dash and backdraft Then again in your face teasin' you with the last laugh You wack ass didn't learn the lesson I taught Hip-hop is my game and I'm finessin' the sport I'm takin' my time and still I'm ahead of your crew Proves every reason in this world that I'm just better than you I went to Q's and recorded in his house to Gallco We 'bout to make you Bob from intro to outro [Jise One] Outro to intro, blazin' on instrumentals Experimental the sentinel, Worf's walkin' infernos External verbal a journal, beat hurdle breakin' incredible Burst you to reversible explosion, y'all niggas' gerbils rat packing shacking with rhythm shaking shahadies I'm picky iffy labodomy rhyme Swinga astrology Pardom me but part of me love to rip it explicit inside of me A torn wound surf we love to dish it Fish it type esquisite, we pyro burning the shilznit Kills it, you don't feel it than go and handle your business Fitness is unlimited, pellin' it, mics, I'm spillin' it Majors wantin' to no frill it, but hell, we wanna deal it (Chorus 2x) [Q-Unique] Superb words I shift enable the gift to lift masses Grip the microphone tight enough till it smashes You left back in classes, shiftin' through wack trashes My hand goes across ya face till it slap passes The rap crashes, does ya mic have the insurance? a 100 beats per minute, can you spit it for the endurance? Drop bait in dark, thought you hook on some small fish but ya line caught the mind of a great white shark Lets celebrate the new millennium, the year Q-thousand Walk in, case the joint, play it off like I'm just browsin' Catch you for your valuables, starvin'? Now you're full but never should you doubt the pull of one who chargin' at the bull Wave the red cape, spittin' off the head great You feel from the Empire State and ended up a dead ape It's a matter of principle like Joe Clark put the microphone to the gasoline and watch 'em.. [Swel] all let the flow spark [Q] So it won't go dark [Jise] Shark walkin' able to bark Mark words never absurb, place doubles of this on Noah's Ark [Q] Flooded the earth with pen ink and watchin' evil men sink connect a line and then link, the snare'll make your eye blink [Swel] The loose your eyesight, lights bright, even the night's white if it's out of my hands and in yours then the mics bite [Jise] With the might of 51 police state troopers I just might loosen up my screws to make moves Sometimes is too tight [Swel] Then start a food fight Don't get me started like Skott said Get retarded, I'm warnin' you that I cannot stop it [Q] Like an octagon shape posted at the corner of the block Watchin' ya sales go down like jock sneaker stock [Jise] I told Chewbacca, rock a laser glock, spocks' around the block Sock in the mouth it's better than feet, we got our shit locked [Q] Like chainin' up the toilet [Swel] Either that or get flushed [Q] Bunji off the project buildin' just to get a rush (Chorus 2x)

A Ten

MILLENCOLIN "Pennybridge Pioneers"
I'm holding you as you feel scared and small. You've lost someone you love and it's her you're thinking of. It's all that matters to you right now and it will be like this for long. I'll be close to you, won't hide 'cause I know you need me by your side. You wanna see her back again. You wanna see her back into this world. The past few months have been the toughest of your life. You've lost someone you love and there's no greater pain above. I know how close you were you two and the joy and love you shared. It was sweet for me to see, but now it's aching inside me. If only she could see you now. Deep inside I think she can somehow. She'd be the happiest mom, she'd be so proud. She'd laugh and smile. -Shut up you're dreaming! You're screaming at me loud. And that's the way you really feel. Back into this world...

No Better Than Hell

GREAT WHITE "Great White"
Closing your eyes to the truth that surrounds you Won't make life easy to take Filling your heart with the hate that inflames you Just makes it burn out and break. Want someone to love you? Want someone to care? Want someone there by your side? But you're building walls of plaster, building walls of bone Now there's nowhere left to hide No better than hell, no, the way that you feel No better than hell, no, the way that you are Waiting all time for a soul to embrace you Just makes you lonely and old Turning your back on the lover who needs you Turns the world slowly and cold Want someone to love you? Want someone to care? Want someone there by your side? But you're living off disaster, living on your own While everyone's taking their sides No better than hell, no, the way that you feel No better than hell, no, the way that you are Want someone to love you? Want someone to care? Want someone there for a friend But you're burning all your bridges, burning down your home Burning the wax at both ends No better than hell, no, the way that you feel No better than hell, no, the way that you are No better than hell, no, the way that you feel No better than hell, no, the way that you are No!

This Is Not Hell

Jimmie's Chicken Shack "Pushing the Salmanilla Envelope"
If this is hell well that's fine with me All the wonder presumable happily Eager to follow the fool that's got into The head of me we don't have any doubt We're out there making friends Unconsciously rolling through Meanings from pollings The answers are meaner sometimes Than the meanings to our ends So this is hell What else could it be Bask of glories of glorified stories Of a basket case who just Broken himself from the weave We are just not making sense Who really cares just how we feel Infantile ramblings of pennies gamblings A fist full of hands swinging clubs At our new baby zeal Yeah right You think this is hell Would you care to bet Capture the beauty of domestic duty The hampers are full and our Laundry's perpetually wet Think about traveling south Find the right something You must have left Endless the road Wish your past to explode Actions remain base But intentions in the treble clef Yeah right This is not hell This is purgatory Caught here in limbo I.Q. of a dim bulb How many gods does it take to screw in the likes of me You'd think one day I might learn Stare in the light and you cannot see I've opened my doors of perception And can't get them shut Now I feel fucked for free Everyday yeah I feel fucked for free Everyday yeah I feel fucked for free Everyday we're all fucked I left my brain inside my other head You can't impress me don't depress me Don't suppress just undressed I left my brain inside my other head The teachers test me my father blessed me The pigs arrest me I get upset I left my brain inside my other head You can't impress me don't depress me Don't suppress just undressed The teachers test me my father blessed me The pigs arrest me I get upset

You'll Never Know

MICHAEL LEARNS TO ROCK "Played On Pepper"
Take a look around this lonely place where a mask is worn on every face and painted lips gently kiss the end of their cigarettes This world is dressed in such finess to cover all the emptiness We're standing here in between the pages of a magazine Chorus: You'll never know what I feel inside me I'll never know what you think about Until we share what we keep in private Until we find what we're living without Our shadows move across the wall No promises no talk at all Inside the crowd we dance alone with faces made of stone Chorus: You'll never know what I feel inside me I'll never know what you think about Until we share what we keep in private Until we find what we're living without

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