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BOB SEGER lyrics - The Distance

Comin' Home

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Words and Music by Bob Seger Passed the old church on the edge of town Trailways bus was right on time Passed your uncle's store on main street His old truck was parked outside Everything seemed so much larger then This old town has hardly grown Has it really been ten long years Now you're finally comin' home Comin' home You've been gone so very long Comin' home You'll just say you're comin' home You left your hometown for the city lights You were young and you were strong Lots of traffic lots of sleepless nights Lots of dreams that all went wrong You'll just tell them what they want to hear How you took the place by storm You won't tell them how you lost it all You'll just say you're comin' home Comin' home You grew tired of being alone Comin' home You'll just say you're comin' home

North Country Blues

JOAN BAEZ "Any Day Now"
Come gather 'round friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north end of town, My own children are grown But I was raised on the other. In the wee hours of youth, My mother took sick And I was brought up by my brother. The iron ore poured As the years passed the door, The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming. 'Til one day my brother Failed to come home The same as my father before him. Well a long winter's wait, From the window I watched. My friends they couldn't have been kinder. And my schooling was cut As I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas, a miner. Oh the years passed again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season. What with three babies born, The work was cut down To a half a day's shift with no reason. Then the shaft was soon shut And more work was cut, And the fire in the air, it felt frozen. 'Til a man come to speak And he said in one week That number eleven was closin'. They complained in the East, They are paying too high. They say that your ore ain't worth digging. That it's much cheaper down In the South American towns Where the miners work almost for nothing. So the mining gates locked And the red iron rotted And the room smelled heavy from drinking. Where the sad, silent song Made the hour twice as long As I waited for the sun to go sinking. I lived by the window As he talked to himself, This silence of tongues it was building. Then one morning's wake, The bed it was bare, And I's left alone with three children. The summer is gone, The ground's turning cold, The stores one by one they're a-foldin'. My children will go As soon as they grow. Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.

Inside Susan

PULP "Intro"
Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m. She sits on the back seat. She looks at the man in front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot sticking out from the collar of his shirt. She adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to see if they make twenty-one, but they don't. Maybe she shouldn't bother going to school at all, then. Her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded on their chests, shielding their breasts to try and make them look bigger, whilst the boys will be too busy playing football to notice. The bus is waiting on the High Street when suddenly it begins to rain torrentially and it sounds like someone has emptied about a million packets of dried peas on top of the roof of the bus. 'What if it just keeps raining,' she thinks to herself, 'and it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all the shoppers and office-workers that were floating passed the window instead of fish' She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed Caroline Lee's house where there was a party last week. There were some German exchange students there who were very mature; they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window. One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs, so she kicked him. Later she was sick because she drunk too much cider. Caroline was drunk as well; she was pretending she was married to a tall boy in glasses, and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days afterwards to cover up the love-bite on her neck. By now the bus is going passed the market. Outside is a man who spends all day forcing felt-tip pens into people's hands and then trying to make them pay for them. She used to work in the pet shop, but she got sacked for talking to boys when she was supposed to be working. She wasn't too bothered though, she hated the smell of the rabbits anyway. 'Maybe this bus won't stop,' she thinks, 'and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own. Or it could drive me to a town where people with black hair drink Special Brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old men five pounds a time to look up my skirt. Oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to dinner... ' I suppose you think she's just a silly girl with stupid ideas, but I remember her in those days. They talk about people with a fire within and all that stuff, well, she had that alright. It's just that no-one dared to jump into her fire; they would have been consumed. Instead, they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room, warming their hands and backsides in front of her, and then slagging her off around town. No-one ever really got inside Susan, and, and, she always ended up getting off the bus at the terminus and then walking home.

Comin' Home

DEEP PURPLE "Come Taste The Band"
(Bolin/Coverdale/Paice) My mama showed me how to rock in the cradle, But I learned how to roll along. My papa said son, gotta git some fun, Cos when your old it ain't too good on your own Been so long, since you heard my song Gonna pick up my guitar 'n' play Felt so bad when I had to leave you But I knew that I'd be back some day So I'm comin' home To give you more than you bargained for... Comin' home No mistake I'm gonna shiver 'n' shake... Comin' home Gonna rock 'n' roll an' give you my soul... Comin' home I got over the pain I'm comin' home again... Groovin to American Bandstand, B.B. onstage with 'Lucille', The thrill is gone, but, it won't be for long Cos you know I like to play how you feel Now that we're back together Gonna shiver 'n' shake all night I just gotta say the music I play Will sure enough make you feel alright Tho I learned how to rock in the cradle An' rollin' came so easy to me All the years I travelled the world Made it so clear to see It's been so long since you heard my song Gonna pick up my guitar 'n' play Felt so bad when I had to leave you But I knew that I'd be back some day Comin' home To give you more than you baragained for Comin' home No mistake I'm gonna shiver and shake Comin' home Gonna rock 'n' roll and give you my soul Comin' home I got over the pain I'm comin' home again Comin' home Shiver 'n' shakin' anticpatin' Comin' home The thrill is gone but it won't be for long

Tom Ford (Remix)

JAY-Z
[Intro: Jay-Z] Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass ...Tom Ford [3X] [Jay-Z] Comin up, comin down Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown Bad bitch, H-Town Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck all y'all season Piss Bordeauxs and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling When Hov's out them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in And - clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes I party with weirdoes, yeah Hov, yeah Hov [Chorus: Jay-Z] I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford International, bring back the Concorde Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard ...Tom Ford [5X] [Jay-Z] Yeah, hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow Y'all know nothin 'bout Wayne Perry though District of Columbia, guns on your Tumblrs Fuck hashtags and retweets (nigga) 140 characters in these streets (nigga) Pardon my laughin, y'all only flaggin on beats (nigga) Pardon my laughin, I happen to think you sweet, heh [Chorus] [Jay-Z (Beyonce)] (Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford [Pimp C] Huh... CHU'UCH! Hol' up, Tony Snow Check 1-2, 1-2, bitch! [taps mic] Is the mic on? Sweet Jones, yeah... BEEEE-YATCH! Knowmtalmbout? "Keep yo' foot off in they ass", that's what Ken told me Niggaz like to play games cause they feel like they know me (feel like they know me) You don't know me nigga, I done changed (I done changed) So don't be tryna put no shit off in the game (gaaaame) This ain't no motherfuckin '91 We out here rappin for money, you niggaz rappin for fun I don't fuck with nobody in this shit but Bun Still give me a million, you gotta give that nigga one (onnne) You can try me if you want to, bitch (want to, BE-YATCH!) But I'ma show you what the fuck I'm workin with (Uh!) It's man style, pistol popper, you ain't real Just 'cause you born in Port Arthur don't make a nigga trill (TRILL) Y'all here lettin that bitch run you Need to put that hoe in check, that's what real nigga do (do!) A bitch pussy ain't shit to me And you ain't gettin no respect, bitch, if you're fuckin for free, uhh! [Chorus] [Pimp C] HUH... CHU'UCH! HOL' UP, TONY SNOW SWEET JONES, BEEE-YATCH! [Jay-Z (Beyonce)] (Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

Oh No Not You Again

AUSTRALIAN CRAWL "Sirocco"
Let me tell you 'bout two young lovers that lived on the coast She was such a pretty thing, and man what a host Come evenin' time she sets the table for four Some friends are comin' round tonight He's out on the town, He's tryin' to score Woke up early this morning something's on his mind Cursin' the night before, breakfast at nine She felt him restless oh all through the night She senses something's wrong with him She doesn't want to pry, she just wants to know why Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh-Oh No, Not You Again Don't own no swimming pool, not even a colour TV He work awful hard some days and she let's him be Things ain't looking good for them, no love no more Some friends are comin' round tonight He's out on the town, knockin' on the wrong door

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