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ANDREW MCMAHON lyrics - The Pop Underground


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I saw pictures from the space shuttle, North America at night I could almost see my house, I could almost see the rest of my life Now my mother's in the hospital and my friends are in the news Collecting trophies for the songs they wrote when we lived in the shadow of the moon Guess I've never made a gold record and I've never been to Mars But I've traveled 'round this world shooting fireworks at falling stars And my father's got a decent job, I hear he's finally pulling through There's more to life than singing songs we write when we are in the shadow of the moon And I see colors when I hear your voice Grab your wings, they're putting gravity on trial I see colors, I don't hear the noise Because we're only flying for awhile Because we're only flying for awhile I saw this picture of my niece twisting high above the narrow beam And my brother looked so proud like he woke up in this perfect dream I've known you all my life but I knew you long before that too Let's go dancing to the songs we wrote when we lived in the shadow of the moon And I see colors when I hear your voice Grab your wings, they're putting gravity on trial I see colors, I don't hear the noise Sometimes we're only flying for awhile I could love you in the falling rain, Grab your things this is a storm we're meant to ride Like synesthesia aboard a stalling plane It's like we're only flying for awhile, Flying for awhile Woah.. And I see colors when I hear your voice Grab your wings they're putting gravity on trial I see colors, I don't fear the choice Sometimes we're only flying for awhile And I could love you in the falling rain Grab your things this is a storm we're meant to ride Like synesthesia aboard a stalling plane It's like we're only flying for awhile Flying for awhile I can see the colors running, when they hear the music playing... Flying for awhile...

Never Got Off The Ground

ALISON KRAUSS "Forget About It"
(Dave Mallett/Danny O'Keefe) My father was a farmer But his head was in the sky He worked everyday but Sunday 'Til the day he died He prayed for rain and thunder And listened for the sound In the dry years he went under He never got off the ground We all dream when we're younger That we will do great things Me, I used to have a hunger To wear a pilot's wings But the circle's that I ran in Turned my head around And the planes I had my plans in Never got off the ground Don't raise your hopes You hear so many say The higher they get The closer they are to flying away Fly away.. Don't raise your hopes You hear so many say The higher they get The closer they are to flying away They say there but for fortune Is the way it would have been If we could take a bigger portion We'd fill our hands again You see them on the sidewalks In the parks all over town Those who've taken flight Never got off the ground

Make It Loud

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[John Cena at a live show] It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers] SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more cheering] [Tazz] That's noise! [Chorus 2X: John Cena] It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud Get the point yo you gotat make it loud Everybody in the club make it loud SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [John Cena] Yeah, yeah We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now Yo... we got some shit in store now So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow Not quite Krispy Kreme, but we came to stack dough We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight Never stoppin, all I see is the money like the kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday night If you got in free, or your fuckin cover's paid Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some Rubbermaid This ain't that Cristal sippin type shit It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A. Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] I tear up any track, front to back Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin that It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby Anything but that, step back lady Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that I see through haters games, don't mistake that I still got love if you buyin our shit If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya All y'all raise your glass to this shit Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits [Chorus] [John Cena] We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker worn Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn [Tha Trademarc] I move a crowd like a bomb scare Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there We old school like when Sonny, was on Cher Take it back like a Richard Pyror 8-track And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax Man please, we want platinum plaques I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks [Chorus] [scratching Trademarc to fade] "Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up" "That's that shit!" [crowd chanting] "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" [at the end]

I'm Not There

Tom Buffalo "Let Me Come Over"
Maybe it's only - cuz I'm so poor That you don't count me - anymore Maybe I'm tryin' to compare Take my picture - don't you dare Maybe it's only - cuz I fall I'm so much closer - but yer so tall But I'm no baby - I ain't no child I'll get to bed soon - in awhile Hear me crawlin' down your stairs Count your children - don't be scared My wooden floor is awful bare But you can't take me - I'm not there Cuz I'm screamin' - cuz I'm tired I'm a little bit lonesome, I'm not so dire But I'm no baby - I'm no child I'll get in bed now - just for awhile Hear me callin' down your stairs Count your babies - one's not there One's not there

After Ever After

[Intro] If you've ever wondered why Disney's tales all end in lies Here's what happened after all their dreams came true [Ariel] I loved being princess down in this beautiful ocean blue But mermaids are going missing they end up in someone's stew So just try to put yourself into somebody else's gills You're killing my ecosystem with fishing and oil spills (Oh, no) Thank you BP (thank you BP), thank you BP (thank you BP) The British are killing, oil is spilling Now I can't see... MY EYES! China men feast on Flounder's fins Plus the Japanese killed all my whale friends Oceans are browning, I think I'm drowning Thanks to BP YOU SUCK! [Jasmine] Hey, I'm OK, but I'm slightly scared My husband's a mark for the War on Terror Aladdin was taken by the CIA We're not Taliban You've got the wrong man In Guantanamo Bay Prince Ali, where could he be, drowning in wawa Interrogation from the nation of the "free" Bin Laden's taken the fall We're not trained pilots at all Jafar went crazy and no one put up a fuss We're for freedom, Genie can vouch for us Bush was crazy, Obama's lazy, al-Qaeda's not in this country Set free my Prince Ali [Belle] A whore! A whore! A whore, a whore, a whore! This town's gone wild since I married Adam They think I'm going straight to hell (she'll burn [bottom] in hell) But the charges laid on me Of bestiality Could wind up getting me thrown in a cell (she is a witch) Oh, no, I'm overrun by mad men (we're all crazy) I hear they plan to burn me at, at the stake (the witch will fry, that Belle must die) They legit believe I'm Satan And now I hear that PETA's gonna take my beast away [Pocahontas] After John Smith traveled back to England I helped my people cultivate the fields More English, French and Spaniards came to visit And they greeted us with guns and germs and steel They forced us into unknown lands of exile They pillaged, raped and left us all for dead So now I'm far more liberal with a weapon When I separate their bodies from their heads (wait, what!?) (Oh, no!) Have you ever held the entrails of an English guy? (We're dead!) Or bit the beating hearts of Spanish men? Can you shoot an arrow in some French guy's eyeball? (sacrè bleu!) Can you paint with the red colors in these men? (adiós, amigos) I can murder if I please 'Cause I'm dying of disease I can paint with the red colors in these men [Ariel] Thanks to BP [Jasmine] Where's Prince Ali? [Belle] Bestiality [Pocahontas] I've got STDs Waaah waaaaah wah wah waaaaaaaah

I'm In Here

[Hook] I'm in here Can anybody see me? Can anybody hear? [Kyle Lucas] I'm in here, can you hear me screaming? Can you hear, I think I need it My voices in my head just keep on feeling so I feed em' Now the code ain't got me leading These hoes just keep on leaving Leaving a hole inside my v-neck about the radius of phoenix Now I'm puffing Arizona, rolling up two J's like I'm Demon Demonic to the meanest shit, I'm hot just like my region I've been sent to murder beats, I got these whack rappers grieving Now they calling me a monster, okay bitch we ain't agreeing Just a diabolic pot head, the product of hydroponics I'm possibly psychotic, the partialist of my problems God I'm shaking like it's parkasins With fire like an arsonist A narcissist? Not really, because really these chicks are on my dick She blew on my harmonica sorta like she was Monica Lewinsky on her knees Until I bust her like a tommy gun All this chronic's really just anonymous with all this fun I'm a fucking pop star with hot bars all in one [Hook] I'm in here Can anybody see me? Can anybody hear? [Demon] Can anybody hear me? Yo, I'm in here Poison is bent Venomous I am a gentleman Up in your skirt like women's tennis at Wimbledon Half of you are the simpleton type Hyping your chest up, asking for my number You can 1-800 get fucked Collect dust, you busted, you'll never humble me Phone buzzing in my yellow jacket, I am the bumble bee Skinny jeans on, don't be afraid of the future I see a lot of snakes here, like I'm getting head from Medusa Yeah, I'm in here, come in, comment on the mic Steady ready for drama the yeah, we're alike German engineering, I'm unsafe, any speed Your rap's got no legs, call me the centipede I don't even know if you're ready for me I'm a murderous mad man in a straight sweater the haunts Freddy's dream I'm on anything, Kyle stood in my way You're peanut butter and jelly, so bad end to your day [Hook] I'm in here Can anybody see me? Can anybody hear? [Syd Vicious] Yeah I'm in here Flow tighter then women's swim wear We run rap, nigga We've done that and been there I'm limitless, with no little pill So nigga chill Fells like I gotta have niggas killed To get a deal, with the skill, I want the scrilla in the phoebus Don't cooperate I make my killers come and see ya They so cold they keep their non-milles in the freezer I run with a pack of gorillas like I was ceaser Busting in wherever you stay fighting Kicking the fucking doors in like the U.K riots Duct tape around your mouth, making you stay quite They started swinging and robing like the was Bruce Wyane's side kick No batman will be stack grams from rap jams They're getting ghost, pat scram, I'm Pacman All my dogs crazy, they need kat scans Going peanuts for that bread until the mat jams [Hook] I'm in here Can anybody see me? Can anybody hear? [Spoken In Background] At the feet of every enemy, sin will be defeated, death will be defeated, pal will be defeated, the devil that is strong will be filed down.

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