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Tim Finn lyrics

Hit The Ground Running

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San Francisco New York City strangely silent strangely empty His graffiti filled the subway But where's my brother He could keep you up for hours in a town of wilting flowers I can more or less continue my life I can give in or I can try Hit the ground running Hit the ground running for your life Deadly virus so few survivors creeps up quickly leaves you darkly But where's my brother when you're standing shoulder to shoulder Fear and anger make you bolder I can more or less continue my life I can give in or I can try Hit the ground running Hit the ground running for your life He could keep you up for hours He could keep you up for hours I can more or less continue my life I can give in or I can try Hit the ground running Hit the ground running for your life I can always hit the street swaying but there's no one there to catch you when you fall Hit the ground running Hit the ground running for your life I went to the river on the Lower East Side cried and cried and cried and cried Went to the River on the Lower East Side I cry cry cry cry cried

Falling Behind

QUEENSRYCHE "Tribe"
(DeGarmo/Tate) We are all equal but we're individually different and able to reach the impossible if we try. We find faith and strength in the most unlikely places and love sometimes eludes us, but we try. We keep searching and one day we find ... life goes on and around like a wheel it keeps on turning, that's the deal. Why are we running? We're running so fast to keep from falling behind. Problems come and they go and in the end what will you show? Why are we worried? We worry so much, worry about falling behind. Is it really all about the thing of what you wear and what you think I'll think? Who has more? Arabs and Jews at war, I don't care anymore. It's always the same tired story. How many dead in the name of some god? And what's the difference? Don't give a damn about their differences. Nothing's sacred once the shooting starts . Life goes on like a wheel, it keeps on turning, that's for real. Why are we running? We're running so fast to keep from falling behind. What may come and what may go and in the end what will you show for all your worries? Why worry so much, why worry about falling behind? The plans already in motion, it happens whether we say. The old world order is over, intelligence and love win the day. I won't regret one moment life is too short for that, bring it on. Life goes on and around like a wheel, it keeps on turning, that's the deal. Why are we running? We're running so fast to keep from falling behind. Problems come and they go and in the end what will you show? Why are we worried? Why worry so much? Don't worry about falling behind.

On Christmas Day

BRYAN ADAMS
I've been on my best behavior My conscious is a little too clean My halo's just a little too tight now I'm tired of the old routine So baby let's get down and dirty Forget about right from wrong I want to sleep in a cheap motel room With nothing but the TV on We need a little of the low life To keep our feet on the ground Just a little of the low life Sooner or later We got to get down to the low life I don't want to talk religion Don't want to talk politics I don't want to talk at all babe I just want to get my kicks So come on baby let your hair down You can check your pearls at the door Just a little black lace and a smile on your face We'll never need nothing more We need a little of the low life To keep our feet on the ground Just a little of the low life Sooner or later We got to get down to the low life Oh, yeah, now baby You don't want to talk about your day And you sure don't want to hear about mine I'll meet you at the no tell motel Underneath the vacancy sign We need a little of the low life To keep our feet on the ground Just a little of the low life Sooner or later You got to get down to the low life Just a little bit of foolin around We need a little of the low life

Dangerous Grounds

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Street Life) [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now It's goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what Come on, come on, HA! Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly 'Could this one be tasty' Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on the sand castle Check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (E-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Yo eyes work you can only see through the third Eyeball baby I'm the norm on the bird To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard Regardless to whom or what They all get retard it's a law Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldn't save your enterrage plat lobotamy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......[phone rings] What the fuck Peace - who this [Streetlife] Mind detect mind A P.L.O. da startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nothin please Big boys don't destroy blunt is so pop stare on 50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate Dont' perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down [Method Man] Yo Keep ya eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scold it canivin Infiltrate is most of mine Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a That's what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart something you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfuck

Running On Ice

BILLY JOEL "The Bridge"
There's a lot of tension in this town I know it's building up inside of me I've got all the symptoms and the side effects Of city life anxiety I could never understand why the urban attitude Is so superior In a world of high rise ambition Most people's motives are ulterior Sometimes I feel as though I'm running on ice Paying the price too long Kind of get the feeling that I'm running on ice Where did my life go wrong I'm a cosmopolitan sophisticate Of culture and intelligence The culmination of technology And civilized experience But I'm carrying the weight of all the useless junk A modern man accumulates I'm a statistic in a system That a civil servant dominates And all that means is that I'm running on ice Caught in the vise so strong I'm slipping and sliding, cause I'm running on ice Where did my life go wrong You've got to run You've got to run As fast as I can climb A new disaster every time I turn around As soon as I get one fire put out There's another building burning down They say this highway's going my way But I don't know where it's taking me It's a bad waste, a sad case, a rat race It's breaking me I get no traction cause I'm running on ice It's taking me twice as long I get a bad reaction cause I'm running on ice Where did my life go wrong You've got to run You've got to run Running on ice Running on ice Running on ice Running on ice

Existence

Kevin Max
You come into the threshold of another starless night of fear You're running from the demons that would drag you down again Illusions of the world are spinning out of time and frame and simplicity You're so sad You're such a sad-eyed girl You're so sad in your sub-plot Chorus: What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is All these politics of life and death and relevance It's my existence Wassup Girl It's my turn You cry and your eyes burn What's your life's turn Beautiful girl Who all the guys yearn What's more to your story You still learn Despite why your eyes burn Soul-Searchin' I seek and find the ole merchant The high beacon Your eyes talk When you ain't speakin And at school You cry out Why does water deep dry out? Your getting gyped Flat out Another morning it comes running up your bedpost with the wind You face yourself just like you always do, time and time again The mortal coil of image, inner peace and satisfaction And so you keep it on the down-low Hiding all the secrets that are down below And so you keep it on the down-low Tell me baby was it worth it all Chorus Oh just take it all, make it work and make some sense Just take it all, You're my existence You're my existence I LOVE YOU BAILEY - from Kevin

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