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« Reply #75 on: October 06, 2005, 04:47:00 PM »
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« Reply #76 on: October 08, 2005, 03:45:00 PM »
As I walk this land with broken dreams
I have visions of many things
Love's happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion,
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe.
The fruits of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumblin' down.
Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
I can't stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows
Searching for light
Cold and alone
No comfort in sight,
Hoping and praying for someone to care
Always moving and goin to where
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe.
I'm searching though I don't succeed,
But someone look, there's a growing need.
Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning,
All that's left is an unhappy ending.
Now what's become of the broken-hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
I'll be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care.
I'll be looking everyday
I know I'm gonna find a way
Nothings gonna stop me now
I'll find a way somehow
I'll be searching everywhere
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« Reply #77 on: October 09, 2005, 12:16:00 AM »
You and me
We're gonna escape tonight
On the run
Under the moonlight
Don't think about nothin'
Don't think about nothin'

Tragedy
Runnin' the red light
Hear the screams
Another one dies tonight
Don't think about nothin'
Don't think about nothin'

Do you know how it feels
To be wanted
Do you know how it feels
To be wanted
Do you know how it feels
To be wanted
To be under the gun
On the run, having fun
When you're young
You're so young
When you're young

Public Enemy #1
Oh Yeah
I'm public enemy #1
Oh yeah
I'm public enemy #1
Oh yeah....

Climbing high
Fast as the speed of sound
Loser's dreams
Crashing to the ground
Don't think about nothin'
Don't think about nothin'

You and me
Under the gun tonight
On the run
We're lost in the lime light
Don't think about nothin'
Because we're gonna get crazy

Do you know how it feels
To be wanted
Do you know how it feels
To be wanted
Do you know how it feels
To be wanted
To be under the gun
On the run, having fun
When you're young
You're so young
When you're young

Public Enemy #1
Oh Yeah
I'm public enemy #1
Oh yeah
I'm public enemy #1
Oh yeah....
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« Reply #78 on: October 09, 2005, 03:17:00 AM »
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« Reply #79 on: October 10, 2005, 02:16:00 PM »
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I've been living on the edge so long
Where the winds of limbo roar
And I'm young enough to look at
And far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I'm not sure if there's anything left of me
Don't let these shakes go on
It's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating up our brains
Oh, please don't let these shakes go on
You ask me why I'm weary, why I can't speak to you
You blame me for my silence
Say it's time I changed and grew
But the war's still going on dear
And there's no end that I know
And I can't say if we're ever...
I can't say if we're ever gonna to be free
Don't let these shakes go on
It's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating out our brains
Oh, please don't let these shakes go on
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
My energy's spent at last
And my armor is destroyed
I have used up all my weapons and I'm helpless and bereaved
Wounds are all I'm made of
Did I hear you say that this is victory?
Don't let these shakes go on
It's time we had a break from it
Send me to the rear
Where the tides of madness swell
And been sliding into hell
Oh, please don't let these shakes go on
Don't let these shakes go on
Don't let these shakes go on
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« Reply #80 on: October 11, 2005, 02:27:00 PM »
If you touch that girl      You know it's okay
People say she's a whore anyway
I think she looks like a nice vamp
Looking for love in a trashcan

If you kiss that girl you won't be caught dead
She's the coolest girl you think you ever met
I think she fits right into my life
On the road till the end of time
on the road till the end of time


Now the time is right and you feel the need
To go down low and receive a treat
The jukebox churns out songs about sex
Come on baby you're my best fix
Come on baby you're my best fix
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« Reply #81 on: October 11, 2005, 03:14:00 PM »
What kind of love have you got?
You should be home, but your not
A room full of noise and dangerous boys
Still make you thirsty and hot

I heard about you and that man
There's just one thing I don't understand.
You say he's a liar and he put out your fire
How come you still got his gun in your hand?

Victim of love, I see a broken heart
You got your stories to tell
Victim of love, It's such an easy part
And you know how to play it so well.

Some people never come clean
I think you know what I mean
You're walking the wire, pain and desire
Lookin' for love in between

Tell me your secrets; I'll tell you mine.
This ain't no time to be cool.
And you tell all your girlfriends,
Your 'been around the world friends'
That talk is foe losers and fools.

Victim of love, I see a broken heart
I could be wrong, but I'm not (no I'm not)
Victim of love, we're not so far apart
Show me what kind of love have you got?

Victim of love, I see a broken heart
I could be wrong, but I'm not
Victim of love, we're not so far apart
What kind of love have you got?

Victim of love, you're just a victim of love
I could be wrong, but I'm not (no I'm not)
Victim of love, now you're a victim of love
What kind of love have you got?
What kind of love have you got?
What kind of love have you got?
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« Reply #82 on: October 11, 2005, 11:32:00 PM »
A child without an eye
Made her mother cry
Why ask why
She kept her child clean
On Buckingham Green

The children saw the eye
As a sign from god
Descending from the sky
It was alright to dream
Of Buckingham Green

Summon the queen
Spoke the child of eye
It?s time to fly
Turning fire to steam
On Buckingham Green
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« Reply #83 on: October 12, 2005, 02:15:00 AM »
I'm not talking about a Beatle's song,
written 100 years before I was born.
100 flowers bloom, 100 schools of thought contend,
c'mon baby, let's hang around,
they're talking about the round and round,
but who's got the real anti-parent culture sound?
I know nothin's ever gonna feel right again...
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« Reply #84 on: October 13, 2005, 12:29:00 AM »
can I have some money? I'm gonna go to the store
can I have some money? I can't tell you what it's for
can I have some money? you know it's you that i adore
can I have some money? don't ask me what it's for

since we've been together you've been good to me
you only hit me when you wanna be pleased

can I have the car keys? I'm gonna go for a ride
can I have the car please? I'm going out for a while
can I have the car now? I wanna drive all around
can I have the car dear? I'm gonna to leave this town

I won't be asking your permission to leave
I won't be asking not to have this baby please
and I won't be asking a devil for a bus fare please
and i won't be asking I had to see you bleed

ssssssh
visualize
that's right
pray baby
one two three
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

can I have my lipstick? that was such a surprise
can I have my lipstick? i'm going out for a ride
I'm not a little girl, and you sure are not my dad
you don't even know what you almost had
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« Reply #85 on: October 13, 2005, 01:16:00 PM »
Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me

I didn't go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they I ain't nobody
Got nothing in my pocket

[Chorus]
Beverly Hills - That's where I want to be! (Gimme Gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills...
Beverly Hills - Rolling like a celebrity! (Gimme Gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills...

Look at all those movie stars
They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between

I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
Cause I'm the next big thing!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
The truth is...I don't stand a chance
Its something that you're born into...
And I just don't belong...

No I don't - I'm just a no class, beat down fool
And I will always be that way
I might as well enjoy my life
And watch the stars play

[Chorus]
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« Reply #86 on: October 13, 2005, 01:35:00 PM »
Oh Yeah.
All Right.

Somebody's Heiney is crowning my icebox.
Somebody's cold one is giving me chills.
Guess I'll just close my eyes.

Oh yeah.
All right.
Feels good.
Inside.

Flip on the Tele... Wrestle with Jimmy.
Somethin' is bubblin' behind my back.
The bottle is ready to go.

Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.
Your drug is a heartbreaker.
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.
My love is a life-taker.

I can't confront you, I never could do...
That which might hurt you.
Try and be cool, when I say:
This way is-a-waterslide-away-from-me-to-chase-her-fuller-everyday! Hey!
So be cool.

Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.
Your drug is a heartbreaker.
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.
My love is a life-taker!

Dear daddy, I write you in spite of fears of silence.
You cleaned up, found Jesus, Things are good also I hear.
This bottle of Stevens awakens ancient feelings...
Like father, Step-Father...
This song is drowning in the blood! Yeah Yeah-Yeah Yeah-Yeah!

Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.
You drug is a heartbreaker.
Say it ain't so a-woah-a-woah.
My love is a life-taker.
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« Reply #87 on: October 14, 2005, 07:42:00 PM »
The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reason tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away

Come Susy dear, let's take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you'll soon be married
And you want to know where the winds come from
Well it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Four winds at the four winds bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it

Hey, hey, hey, hey

In hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Or the light that never ever warms
Or the light that never never warms never warms

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Suzy dear
Would find themselves at the four winds bar
It's the nexus of the crisis
And the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Call me Desdenova, eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent

Astronomy...a star (repeat infinitely)
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« Reply #88 on: October 16, 2005, 02:39:00 PM »
Ohio
lyrics by Neil Young

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Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
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« Reply #89 on: October 18, 2005, 03:03:00 PM »
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop top find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Sip the Tiajuana ...I wanna roam
Find the old town chillin fools then come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy
And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex
Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and stored away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin until it falls into motion

Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine
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