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Won't you smile, you look so shocked,
Put the name-tag on your smock. We've come to see ya Eddie Walker And we may pack a little tight The girl up-front says it's alright. And look there's more of us still getting off the bus We wish you'd come back home with us. Eddie Walker this is your life This one's you when you were small And you're learning how to walk. They pick you up and you keep falling down. There you are with Aunt Louise You're bouncing on her knees Remember all those trees behind the garden? They're gone They all got cut down when she died Eddie Walker this is your life You never had a son or a wife You sure had a hell of a time Eddie Walker this is your life This one's you and Mary Jo Well she couldn't come, she's says hello No, Eddie Walker, she doesn't hate your guts It's just the whole thing shook her up How they picked you up and you kept falling down Eddie Walker, this is your life Eddie Walker this is your life You never had a son or a wife You never had a reason to cry This whole stack, and all of these For your semester overseas We're gonna leave ya, Eddie Walker |
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| 2. |
| 4:02 |
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Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely When seconds pass slowly And years go flying by You gotta stop the bus We get off here Enough's enough And I'm leaving this factory All she wants is food on the table And I won't be able to bring it home And all I want, come on, Is all I need, yeh is free 'Cos I'm a factory Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here Messed up my brother's mind He's far from earth Tell me what's he worth The same as you The same as me In this factory Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please? That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery It's four in the morning Mother don't know That I'm going far away She's whispering to the moon I hope he don't join you soon Baby boss Climbs up from his soapbox Great Caesar's ghost Knows what's best for me He says stop the bus Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery |
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| 3. |
| 3:24 |
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I wish it was last September
We could lose ourselves in crowds everyday 'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time She's not the same that's all you can say When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't want to walk away from Emaline They're talking now Does she now what they're saying? She's got the air, to float above it I'm sinking in the summer champagne She's dear to me, and so expensive Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't wanna walk away from Emaline It only took me one look to understand Emaline Sometimes I don't know what she's saying Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't know what she's saying But I know, I know what she's wants to be I wish it was last September Don't let me walk away from Emaline for stupid reasons Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear One advice: girls needs attention Well are you deafer than all my We always were, she's got attention From people like you Now I've heard enough I tell you what We really shouldn't see anyone I take it and I see my Emaline I wish it was |
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| 4. |
| 4:21 |
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Some summers in the evening after six or so I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can't change Pretend it's not that way, it's my idea of faith You can blow it off and say there's good in nearly everyone Just give them all a chance Alice, give them all a chance Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore No, it didn't work out No, it didn't work out the way we thought it would No, it didn't work out An arranged marriage is not so good Thank God it's you You know your timing is impeccable I'm not fooling you I don't know what to do Some dude just knocked me cold And left me on the sidewalk Took everything I had, everything I had Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Anymore, no not anymore |
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| 5. |
| 0:29 | 
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| 6. |
| 2:36 |
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| 7. |
| 6:07 |
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Step on your finger.
Damn! See if I can play with one hand... See? Sounds good. Oh, goddamn, I saw a goddamn fucking goddamn. Goddamn. Woah! Oh, goddamn. Fucking goddamn. Oh, goddamn. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Play it on the radio. Shit, yeah it's cool. Shit, yeah it's cool. Shit, yeah it's cool. Oh, goddamn. Come here one time, what's up y'all. I got this fucking rim going on out here. I'm gonna give a shout out To my home boy out there in LA: Wussup boy? Wussup yo? Come on. Oh, goddamn. Yo this goes out to my home boy Tre, Going on in Chapel Hill. Yeah shouts out as aka known as "Roadie Killer". They all said it. Mmm-hmm. They all said it. Ugh! They all said it. Mmm. They all said it. Yo shouts out to my main manager-man, Al Wolmark, Known as aka, "Ill Pride of Motherfucker". CEC CEC CEC Bring in the bass, ya'll! Yeah! And I thought that's how you felt About the motherfucker! Yeah! I thought that's how you felt. Yeah Sledge, bring in the bass. Yeah. For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, Yah come on. For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, Come on! For those of y'all that wear fannie packs! And ponytails! Come on! For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs And ponytails, I've got the fucking on! Yeah! My boy Sledge on the bass in your face! My boy Ben on the piano, comin' in. Let him in! Let him in! Yeah! Let my boy Ben in. Alright. Yeah. Hey D! Hey D! Yo, wassup? Oh, goddamn. You gonna let me in D? Wassup? You gonna let me in? Yo, let that piano solo in. Let me in! Let me in! Goddamn! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, ah. I been around the world, I've seen things happen. I don't my singing and I don't mind rapping. I could find another hundred ways to get my shit. Goddamn, that's so fucking shit! Yeah, I said for those of y'all with fannie packs: Your song's coming up, it's coming at ya! I wanna borrow an Alan wrench, I wanna borrow some duct tape, I wanna borrow a mic cable. Bass in your face! Bass in your face, Ugh! Bass in your face, Ugh! Bass in your face, Ugh! Ugh! Yo G, see in. Alright, let's break it, break it, break it down. We're gonna break this shit on down. Gimme some bass. Aaaaaah Ah that pretty good. Bring this shit in! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Oh goddamn! Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, yeah it's cool Yeah! Shit, yeah it's cool Shit, motherfuckers. Play that cymbal, man, Play that tasty, tasty high-hat work. Yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high work, I'm gonna bring that shit in. I wanna taste it, man. Right now! Ha ha ha! A ha ha ha! Yeah Ha ha ha! Goddamn A ha ha ha! Yah, this song goes out to My main-man at The Point in Atlanta Wussup, G? Gimme more fucking monitor man! Bernie! I'm sorry, I can't give you any more monitor than that. It won't go any higher than that because the transistors, The resistors, they won't go any higher! Yo, yo eh! Alright, yo, take this motherfucker out With a piano solo. Goddamn, ugh! Ugh, goddamn. Uh. Alright. Turn that shit out. 1! 2! 3! 4! Ugh! Ha ha ha! I hoped you taped that! That's our next single. Oh, they left. They gave up. "These guys are fucking idiots." Ha ha ha! That sucked! |
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| 2:07 |
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Pull over the car, pull over the car
I think I some sweet score ramp Pull over the car, pull over the car I think I feel like .. I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Can't leave it alone Jerk off on the phone I want you to come on over Pretty bad idea, pretty bad idea Really really Bad Idea I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Retarded, you make me feel so When I stood you up I thought that you'd give up Now I realize your just like a dog I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Retarded, retarded |
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| 4:43 |
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I was never cool in school I'm sure you don't remember me And now it's been ten years I'm still wonderin' who to be And I'd love to mix in circles Cliques, and social coteries - that's me Hand me my nose ring Can we be happy Show me the mosh pit Can we be happy We can be happy underground Who's got the looks, who's got the brains Who's got everything Now I got this pain in my heart, that's all Hey you with the long and lonely face There's got to be something else Let me tell ya something else There was a girl who passed me by She gave a smile but I was shy And I looked down, so down Don't look down no no, go go underground And now there's a place to go It's the morning now, it's the evening It's everything I click my heels and I'm there Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's heavy underground And we'll be decked in all black and Slamming the pit fantastic Officer Friendly's little boy's got a mohawk And he knows just where we're coming from It's industrial, work it underground Get down, get down, get down Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's heavy underground We can be happy, we can be happy We can be happy underground We can, we can, we can be Everythings happy You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's happy underground We can, we can, we can be Everything We can, we can, we can be Everything is We can, we can, we can be Underground We can, we can, we can be |
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| 3:29 |
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now are you ready to rock?
now brace yourself brace your fat asses! for some gut wrenching metal! it's time for the ultimate sacrifice! evil beelzebub the final hour is approaching no! the ultimate sacrifice the ultimate sacrifice oh God... here I sit broken-hearted came to shit but only farted! the ultimate sacrifice! metal, heavy metal it's too late to cry I said it's too late to... aaahhh! it's too late no supper for you the final hour approacheth the ultimate sacrifice! |
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| 1:34 |
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Satan is my master
He has always been He tells me what to do He buys my Metallica records for me And sometimes I think Satan is my master |
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| 2:35 |
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I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose
Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes And in the morning put my feet on the floor and I thought Being awake never felt like this before And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve Talked only on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do Got rid of Axl by the afternoon Being awake never felt so clear and Blue, that's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I sing a song, yeah, and it won't be the blues Cos I don't miss Julianne My friend she told me she felt sorry for me She said the truth would come crashing down on me That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is That I feel guilty for not giving a shit Yahoo, that's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I sing a song, yeh, and it won't be the blues I don't miss Julianne I got my bag of trash, I got my bag of trash I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road How could she miss a man Who drags a bag of trash down the road This week I feel like I been born again I know that Julianne, she would have a fit She'd find a reason for the things that I did She gave me credit for the things that I've never been Ohhh, that's what I do, guess I'm inoccent too I can try hard as I can, but I don't miss Julianne I can try hard as I can, but I don't miss Julianne |
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| 4:42 |
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So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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| 4:52 |
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Philosophy
by Ben Folds Five Won't you look up at the skyline At the mortar, block, and glass And check out the reflections in my eyes See they always used to be there Even when this all was grass And I sang and danced about a high-rise And you were laughing at my helmet hat Laughing at my torch Go ahead you can laugh all you want I got my philosophy (Keeps my feet on the ground) And I trust it like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I see that there is evil And I know that there is good And the in-betweens I never understood Won't you look at me I'm crazy But I get the job done I'm crazy but I get the job done I say go ahead and laugh all you want But I got my philosophy (Keeps my feet on the ground) And I trust like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I pushed you cause I loved you guys I didn't realize you weren't having fun And I dragged you up the stairs And I told you to fly You were flapping your arms Then you started to cry, you were too high Too high.... Now you take this all for granted You take the mortar, block, and glass And you forget the speech that moved the stone But it's really not that you can't see The forest from the trees You've never been out in the woods alone So you can laugh all you want to I've got my philosophy (It keeps my feet on the ground) And I love you you're my friend But you got no philosophy Now it's time for this song to end |
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| 2:25 |
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Christmas, Twin Falls, Idaho's
Her oldest memory She was only two It's the first time she felt blue Cafeteria, Harrison Elementary Beneath the parachute Saw her without shoes 7-up I touched her thumb And she knew it was me Although she couldn't see Unless of course she peeked My mom's good She got me out of Twin Falls, Idaho Before I got too old You know how that goes That's where she still was The summer she turned 17 1983, three weeks after me So last I heard, she had twins Or maybe it was three And though I'll never see That don't bother me |
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| 4:39 |
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Boxing
by Ben Folds Five Howard, the strangest things Have happened lately When I take a good swing And all my dreams They pivot and slip I drop my fists and they're back Laughing, Howard My intention's become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way to desperation and I Lost the fight from my eyes ★ Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told, you're growing old The whole time we knew In a couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you?★ Howard, I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired They seem to think I'm made of clay Another day, I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say, I say Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how Wrong I am Has boxing been good Has boxing been good to you? |
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