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BLINK 182 lyrics

I Won't Be Home For Christmas

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(Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa la la la la, la la la la tis the season to be jolly fa la la la la, la la la la) Outside the carolers start to sing I can't describe the joy they bring cause joy is something they don't bring me My girlfriend is by my side from the roof are hanging sickles of ice their whiny voices get irritating It's Christmas time again So I stand with a dead smile on my face wondering how much of my time they'll waste oh God, I hate these Satan's helpers And then I guess I must have snapped because I grabbed the baseball bat and made them all run for shelter It's Christmas time, again It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer You people scare me please stay away from my home If you don't want to get beat down just leave the presents and then leave me alone Well, I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve cause the cops came and arrested me they had an unfair advantage And even though the jail didn't have a tree christmas came a night early cause a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package It's Christmas time, again It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer You people scare me please stay away from my home If you don't want to get beat down just leave the presents and then leave me alone I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas (x6)

The Load-Out

JACKSON BROWNE "Running On Empty"
(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet they made the show And that was sweet... But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in our hotel rooms And wander 'round backstage Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got country and western on the bus R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo We've got rural scenes & magazines We've got truckers on the CB We've got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away But the only time that seems too short Is the time that we get to play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know you can't go wrong 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down You're going to wake up in your town But we'll be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here


Emm Gryner
Dust from a dim southern star Digits flash in double time San Diego just hold on and never mind Faded again in the lounge Blood and wine and the water downtown Here winter kicks out the summer for hanging around Pass the time and watch the boy get off Grab a jet and give it one more shot See your face and write a blurry line Its a good day for wishing you were mine I wish it all the time Rushing to the slow decay I don't care what the people say Days burn up like weed and we're still the same Shoot me a scence where i'm easy Where pieces fit and people agree No one ever sees the way you never cease to save me Monday comes and everything is wrong Dull and cold like late December dawn See your face and ask someone the time It's a good day for wishing you were mine I wish it all the time I wish it all the time I wish it all the time

People Miss Planes

DEANA CARTER "Everything's Gonna Be Alright"
A tear ran down his face As she started to leave He said, Baby, don't do this I'm beggin' you please What can I say to stop you >From walkin' out on us I'll do anything to save our love She said I'm through with talkin' You know I've tried my best I gotta leave right now I've got a plane to catch And he said& CHORUS People miss planes It happens all the time They cancel their plans They change their minds Listen to your heart Before you go too far Baby turn around Before it's too late People miss planes She made it to the airport In the nick of time In a moment she'd be gone Yeah, she'd board that flight She'd fly away from trouble >From the struggles that they had And from everything that they had shared A tear fell on her ticket As she thought about their love In just another minute She'd give it all up Then she heard a voice calling Boarding flight 41 When another voice inside her head said You don't have to get on (Repeat CHORUS) People miss planes People miss planes

Here We Are In The Years

Now that the holidays have come They can relax and watch the sun Rise above all of the beautiful things They've done. Go to the country take the dog Look at the sky without the smog See the world laugh at the farmers feeding hogs Eat hot dogs. What a pity That the people from the city Can't relate to the slower things That the country brings. Time itself is bought and sold. The spreading fear of growing old Contains a thousand foolish games That we play. While people planning trips to stars Allow another boulevard to claim A quiet country lane It's insane. So the subtle face is a loser This time around. Here we are in the years Where the showman shifts the gears Lives become careers Children cry in fear Let us out of here!

Him Her He She

John Reuben
Well I'm a John Reuben from the land or corn Columbus, Ohio that's where I was born in By mom Kathleen on January 14 1979 I entered the scene lookin' like Hello mother girl what's goin' on One moment I'll be here and then the next I'll be gone But while I'm chillin' out there's somethings I'd like to see Like some sanity, some family and some diversity Well look at me in a flash my time's passed and I've aged Adrenaline within me has got me up on the stage Lookin' for ways to amaze and light up the place it was me and nine other mc's called the showcase Ten immature young bucks run amuck, throwin' out whatever's clever and just hopin' it stuck What what what's goin' on there moving to the beat, I guess that's why we have no choice but to keep Chorus: x 2 We makin' fresh vibes bringin' fresh songs Man we keepin' it fresh hopin' that ya'll come along Goin' with him, her, he or she I'm sayin' him, her, he or she A John Reuben gotta lotta somethin' for everybody Step into the party tardy in fashion Up in here this year quite clear with a passion To make it happen and I'm loving life fact see God is good and I won't backtrack But move forward bendin' words in ways not thought possible See any beat is rockable this feelin' is unstoppable Because the mind is full of creative energy I'm not leavin' tonight until my brain is empty Thoughts pour out as I skillfully explore out Routes n' patterns in which to flex raps I'm gatherin' kids from all directions, multicomplexions You feelin' this then add a pound to the collection Another session yes I'm there move back bring in the boom sti cat to boom ta boom cat Like that we keep it simple n' fresh like yes ya'll yes Chorus: x 2 I got eight bars to fill in So it's time for me to start skillin' N' it's time for me to start illin' Party people in the back cold chillin' All people get live n' all people get live n' energize with me All people get live n' energize with me Chorus: x 2 We go with him, her, he or she Him, her, he or she ( x 5 ) Him, her, he

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