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CHRIS REA lyrics - Deltics

Cenotaph Letter From Amsterdam

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Snow hard up against my doorway And it's falling twice as fast Funny I was just thinking of you my friend How long you were gonna last Driving those blizzards cross Europe Snow chains on you back 64 feet of mobile thunder, leaving a ten wheel track It's good to hear from you, go easy when you can My day is better for your letter from Amsterdam I stand alone by the Cenotaph Where the unknown soldier lies And it's somewhere out there that you are This freedom angel died To save us from depression Today I look around, boys our age and younger I fear we let them down It's good to hear from you, go easy when you can My day is better for your letter from Amsterdam The town square's disappearing It drifts up to my knees Midnight silence deafening And my feet begin to freeze Is it because we don't remember? We cannot understand? But me and the unknown soldier Got your letter from Amsterdam

Drowse

QUEEN "A Day At The Races"
It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I remember It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall It's the mistier mist The hazier days The brighter sun And the easier lays There's all the more reason for laughing and crying When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays That bored you to rages of tears The unending pleading, to waste all your good times In thoughts of your middle aged years It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told For the everyday hero it all turns to zero And there's all the more reason for living or dying When you're young and your troubles are all very small Out here on the street We'd gather and meet And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet And half of the time We'd broaden our minds More in the poolhall than we did in the schoolhall With the downtown chewing-gum bums Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun Never wanted to be the boy next door Always thought I'd be something more But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy It ain't easy at all Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong It's easier from an armchair Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess I think I'll be Clint Eastwood Oh no, Jimi Hendrix, he looks good Let's try William The Conqueror Now who else do I like?

Bitch Betta Have My Money

JA RULE "Pain Is Love"
What up love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you in the six Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch I knew something was wrong Lesbian I go on Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right I like mines tight You like yours licked And we both like bitches to get high high wit You opted to leave a nigga with no options You freak hoe dance topless baby What's ya sitcho You ride dildo Plastic nympho Only see dick in porno Hun lidten I can make your life a world of difference Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences See what happens In like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece a weekend That's what I'm saying [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop Got a hot little co-op Prestigous Rock a cuban link with Jesus Lord have mercy Let me touch this Tease it For reasons I can't explain to you lord Cause you know my actions are censored Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad This one can get it Damn near split it Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet Let alone got wet But I'm willing to make a bet That the next time we riding If she ain't riding On the turnpike you you bobbing While I'm weaving Getting weede Believe me This pimp shit ain't easy baby I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim I pimp plenty women Got to tip my hat to a ten Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisions range from thick ones to thin Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught You know the game You and I is one in the same But you got my name tatooed on ya leg Shit is serious Now you caling me acting delirious Used to be my best bitch Now somewhat resistant Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter Worn out and don't nobody want ya First time i met ya you played me out of pocket I ain't know no better bitch Now stop it Game is the topic And what's between your legs is the product Use it properly And you'll make dollars biatch [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money

Gimme Some Lovin'

QUEEN "Live At Wembley '86"
Well my temperature is rising got my feet on the floor Crazy people rocking 'cause they want to go more Let me in baby I don't know what you got But you better take it easy 'cause this place is hot And I'm so glad you made it, so glad you made it You got to gimme some lovin', gimme gimme some lovin' Well I feel so good, everybody's getting high You better take it easy 'cause the place is on fire Been a hard day and I don't know what to do Wait a minute Baby, this could happen to you Well I feel so good, everybody's getting high You better take it easy 'cause the place is on fire Been a hard day nothing went too good Now we're gonna relax just like everybody should.

Letter To B.I.G.

JADAKISS "The Last Kiss"
[Intro: Jadakiss] Uh huh! I ain't even good with writin I don't even write shit I just felt, I had to write this letter to BIG Niggas is actin like..................letter to BIG Uh, yo [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace Yeah it's your boy Kiss I just wanna holla In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies You know I'm still the liquor and the weed child And still got Branson on speed dial And everybody's the king now You ain't gotta be nice gettin shot is the thing now Mafia was doin there best they seperated Now Roc and Gutta doin a stretch, uh, yeah Kim is still in it to win it I seen Money L awhile ago but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute People in power is queer I could go on for a year 'bout how it would be if you were still here The game got cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now But the heart's alot weaker You know me still got the flow that'll pop speakers First option on offense the top feature It's easy BIG all you need is a protool set And I ain't touch the paper that I was supposed to yet Everybody that's somebody show respect Only a matter of time before they notice that I'm an impecable lyricist And with the right mechanics, I could take over be clear of this They well aware of Kiss the light of the city And I ain't on the label no more but I'm tighter with Diddy I got my own plan handle mine like a grown man Long as I know I'm nice, fuck it I'm my own fan Remixed the joints you had But, they could never ever duplicate your swag (Never) Meanwhile I'm a keep it so on my lil' plans And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans Up there steppin with God Down here Mister Cee in BK still reppin you hard Tianna so pretty, CJ turned into a Lil' Biggie Just a little lighter but so witty On your born day, we get the highest Groovy still the best with the garments, he keep me the flyest Tonight, Patron is dead Only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi Limon to the head And before I end it, I gotta say thanks 'Cause not only was your time well-spent, it was splendid (thanks) ...Miss you, my nigga One Love (So we tried to hard to understand) [Chorus: Faith Evans (Jadakiss)] So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away (That was my letter to B.I.G., nahmean?) You were everything - you were everything (I felt it was only right, I really smoked with them niggas) [Bridge: Faith Evans (Jadakiss)] So we'll just keep our heads to the sky (Drink wit 'em) (Sat wit 'em, talked wit 'em) 'Cause we know we're gonna see you in the next lifetime (Real shit) But it's never easy saying good-byyyyye (See you when I get there, Biggie) Saying - good-byyyyyyyyyyye (Love you) [Chorus: Faith Evans] So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away You were everything (Why you had to go awaaaaaay?) So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away You were everything (Oooo-hooo-oooo-hooo-oooo-hoooo...)

Homecoming

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
...Little boy can't seem to find your place now ...All your funny friends, the ones who have shitty jobs [El-P] Sometime in NY, perhaps in the Decepticon era Like seven or eight grades up from fitting blocks together Graf kids after school to get chased by rival letters and skate boards and truck cars and rails Funny shapes and grip tape I own a Mark Rogowski, I rode it goofy footed Sicker, I learned to ollie on colt four-five malt liquor And that's it, to me it got not any more acrobatic Who would pedal around Manhattan, for lack of better action One kid is the point man at Pakistani bodega He sold those loosey camel unfiltered to under-agers Smoke 'em on a promenade, water balloons drop Hit car, run from cops, skate quick Basically loaf on the low ? On the laugh with dangerous, nearly vacation Under the Brooklyn Bridge, across the Brooklyn Bank, show up uninvited Some kids are drinking beer tonight they're excited Brooklyn Tech., Brooklyn friends Stuyvesant plus rich kids, thug wannabes, and hippie chicks found some escapist shit We felt the separate fashions and cliques trading places We formed our own section comprised of Nike Uptowns Worn on mediocre skaters, it's like this: Yo, this kid Ivan made the trek from Rhode Island From plastic cup of cold duck and a relaxed social environment He jetted from his section when the meat heads started whilin' His aesthetic wasn't their style, so they used bats to re-design it [Chorus: Slug (El-P)] Homecoming, (Homecoming) Homecoming, (Homecoming) (Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was just a moment of vis-a-avis the definitions and other stimulus that cause your growing) Homecoming, (Homecoming) Homecoming, (Homecoming) [Slug] Sometimes I was good and other times contradicted But no matter where I stood, I still managed to stand The last time I laughed this hard I was a child It was the kind of giggle that would make a young mother smile I can't remember the "Why" but the wallpaper patterns had me running in circles trying to defend my Saturn Just me and my box of Machiavelli and cheese All I really want to do is show you my disease She didn't have the courage to kiss me goodnight But I'ma give you my word that everything will be alright Like, what the fuck?! This phone is disconnected Just my luck, I need advice before my love gets misdirected Guess it's just another symptom of, just another victim of The warfare and those caught between Sean and the Slug Did I mention the drugs that used to make her spew forth Carried barely half the pleasure of a pack of Newports? Breathe it in, breathe it out, what'd it really be about? I'm trying to lose and allude all excuses to scream and shout For every moment I spent wishing my parents back together Would've been better linked to preparin' me for the weather Rocking my t-shirt that reads "Whatever" All in an effort to relieve the pressure That Minnesota good sleep This wood is cheap, and now fire's back in style If I had better teeth, I would try to crack a smile Well, here I am, Mr. Typical Ridiculously meticulous when painting pictures of pitiful And little did I know and less did I care They would chew up an swallow all that I threw out there "It's not fair," screams the one without a voice Arm that boy, tell him to aim at the ones that got all the toys [Chorus: El-P (Slug)] Homecoming, (Homecoming) Homecoming, (Homecoming) (Sometimes it was good, and other times contradicted But no matter where I stood, I still managed to stand) Homecoming, (Homecoming) Homecoming, (Homecoming) Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was just a moment of vis-a-vis the definitions and outer stimulus that cause growing [Slug] There it is, is that what you want? There it is, is that what you want? Is that really what you want? I'm coming home, is that what you want?

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