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from Grey's Anatomy Season 2 (그레이 아나토미 시즌 2) [ost] (2006)
Calm down
And get straight It's in our eyes It's how we operate You're true You are I'd apologize but it won't go very far Please come here Come right on over And when we collide we'll see what gets left over A little joy A little sorrow And a little pride so we won't have to borrow Wherever you lead, I'll follow Turn me inside out and upside down And try to see things my way Turn a new page, tear the old one out And I'll try to see things your way Please come here Please come on over There is no line that you can't step right over Without you well I'm left hollow So can we decide to try a little joy tomorrow 'Cos baby tonight I'll follow Turn me inside out and upside down And try to see things my way Turn a new page, tear the old one out And I'll try to see things your way The way that we've been speaking now I swear that we'd be friends, I swear 'Cos all these little deals go down with Little consequences, we share, we share Turn me inside out and upside down And try to see things my way Turn a new page, tear the old one out And I'll try to see things your way And I'm gonna love you anyway Try to see things your way Try to see things your way Try to see things your way |
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from Alternative Album Vol.2, The (2004)
Well hey, how's tricks man
Think I seen you before Blank blank do ya You looked a lot older You been workin' out Whats wrong with that Well he came back and Came marching in Shot shot to the He found a good reason Do it for the money Whats wrong with that Control your bad side in to peril We come down Hold the line You'll survive Dead wrong So please stop talking Start puckering up My ears are blank Its the special occasions You do it for the money Can't go wrong with that Explode or capsize Provide my poet If you're down Town the line You're so fine Dead wrong |
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from Alberto Gomez - Rhythm & Blues Alibi (1999)
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You can write your tunes with rhythm and blues as your alibi You can sell your soul and lay the blame on the passers-by You shake your body on the tv screen It seems to me, you?d try anything twice And swing it out and use it as your aphrodisiac You can give it to me, to me Plain to see that I?ll give it you back You let it flow, let it go, there?s nothing to it Anyone can try anything twice, try anything twice Chasing after stories that have already been told Cannot look old son house in the eyes I know where you carry such a fragile load But I?ve got yours, and you?ve got mine It?s a rhythm and blues alibi <instrumental> La la la la la la la la la la laaa.. You can take a trip through your juke joint smoke-filled paradise You can give it your all, ?cause you are walking a fine, fine line, la You shake your booty on the tv screen Seems to me, you?d try anything twice You?d try anything twice Well let me hear you now.. Chasing after stories that have already been told, Couldn?t I look old sunhouse in the eyes, I know where you carry such a fragile load, And I?ve got yours, you?ve got mine It?s a rhythm and blues alibi La la la la la etc. <fade out> |
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from Alberto Gomez - Rhythm & Blues Alibi (1999)
Love me for money or love me for gain
Love me for beauty or love me from shame Somebody told me it's all just the same, it's all the same I want to share in your closet affair So now you're hearing the point of this affair Yet somebody told me it's going nowhere It's going nowhere ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA All the words inside my grimy heart are falling apart Falling apart today Love me for money or love me for gain Love me for beauty or love me from shame Somebody told me that it's all the same, it's all the same I want to share in your closet affair So now you're hearing the point of this affair Yet somebody told me it's going nowhere, it's going nowhere ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA All the words inside my grimy heart are falling apart Falling apart today All the words inside my grimy heart are falling apart Falling apart today |
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from Alberto Gomez - Sweet Virginia (Single Mix) (2004)
I couldn't tell
The weight of the world was on your shoulders Couldn't tell you were unhappy You were unwell I go along Like nothing is wrong, no need to worry Too late to feel sorry Upon borrowed time And now there's no answers No easy way out Take it all if you want Take it all if you want If you know how to run, sweet Virginia, you should run If you know how to play, sweet Virginia, you should play If you know how to sing, sweet Virginia, you should sing If you know how to be, be without me, you should be You should be I couldn't see It seems I don't learn or get the message Don't know how you carry it All by your self How can it be? It doesn't belong, it's so not funny This vintage of violence Again on parade And now there's no wonder No shelter from shame Be alone if you want Be alone if you want If you know how to run, sweet Virginia, you should run If you know how to play, sweet Virginia, you should play If you know how to sing, sweet Virginia, you should sing If you know how to be, be without me, you should be You should be If you know how to run, sweet Virginia, you should run If you know how to play, sweet Virginia, you should play If you know how to sing, sweet Virginia, you should sing If you know how to be, be without me, you should be You should be |
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from 하우스 (House M.D.) (2007)
Day to day
Where do you want to be? 'Cos now you're trying to pick a fight With everyone you need You seem like a soldier Who's lost his composure You're wounded and play a waiting game In no-man's land no-one's to blame See the world Find an old fashioned girl And when all's been said and done It's the things that are given, not won Are the things that you want Empty handed, surrounded by a senseless scene With nothing of significance Besides a shadow of a dream You sound like an old joke You're worn-out, a bit broke An' askin me time and time again When the answer's still the same See the world Find an old fashioned girl And when all's been said and done It's the things that are given, not won Are the things that you want You've got a chance to put things right So how's it going to be? Lay down your arms now And put us beyond doubt So reach out it's not too far away Don't mess around now, don't delay |
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from Alberto Gomez - Shot Shot (2002)
Well hey, how's tricks man
Think I seen you before Blank blank do ya You looked a lot older You been workin' out Whats wrong with that Well he came back and Came marching in Shot shot to the He found a good reason Do it for the money Whats wrong with that Control your bad side in to peril We come down Hold the line You'll survive Dead wrong So please stop talking Start puckering up My ears are blank Its the special occasions You do it for the money Can't go wrong with that Explode or capsize Provide my poet If you're down Town the line You're so fine Dead wrong |
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from Alberto Gomez - Shot Shot (2002)
There's a place out near the Eighties
South of the border, west of the sun And if we send out all the A-team Silhouettes will creep out of the dark There's a place out in the Nineties North of the border, east of the light We can send out all the B-team Silhouettes will creep out every time In a time before the Forties North of the border, south of the sun Well, we can send out anybody Silhouettes will creep out of the dark In a time after the Fifties South of the border, east of the light We can send out everybody Silhouettes will creep out every time Come all you faithful and rise Things aren't what they might seem With all the makeshift lies You'll never come back clean You'll never come out clean Come all you faithful and rise Things aren't what they might seem With all the makeshift lies You'll never come out clean Come all you faithful and rise Things aren't what they might seem With all the makeshift lies You'll never come back clean You'll never come out |
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from Alberto Gomez - Shot Shot (2002)
Wakin' up at nine
Looks at his paper Can't deal with what he sees All the troubled lives The talk of the ages He's crawling back to bed Don't take a walk outside Don't make any new friends He's crawling back to bed You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing Callin' all his friends He's known 'em for ages Can't deal with what they say Connective alibis Cold and contagious He's crawling back to bed So cut off the phone lines Stock up on water He's crawling back to bed You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing You'd better convince me man 'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing You'd better convince me man Yessir You'd better convince me man Yessir You'd better convince me man Yessir You'd better convince me man |
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from Alberto Gomez - We Haven't Turned Around (1999)
We came, we came, we came again
To stem the tide and point the blame Came back for more Came back to see what you had in store Everyone join the line, everyone Yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Won't you send it right over to me? I got some time Everybody running high The same, the same, the same again To steal the time and haunt the graves Just because it's there Don't mean you see it anywhere Maybe it's a trick of the light Maybe, yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Don't you send it right over to me I got some time Everybody come alive Yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, bring 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Don't you send it right over to me I got some time Everybody running high So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you say we haven't turned around? So you say we haven't turned around? Just everybody else is going wrong Going wrong |
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Someone call the doctor I think I'm goin'..
Someone call the doctor, I think I'm gonna die My feet are getting heavy, my mind is getting wet Someone better help me get back into the twenty-first century I need help, I need surgery Help! Help! Help! Help! Someone call the doctor, I think I'm goin' blind My old periodic gnosis is bleeding from my eyes Someone better help me the plot is hotting up I'm in surgery It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts Help! Help! Help! Help! It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts Help! |
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from Alberto Gomez - Sound of Sounds/ Ping One Down (2002)
Do you ever stop and wonder
Where you'd be without her? You listened, you listened, you listened To what she said to you The sound of sounds enlightening The whisper, the promise, the solace Of where you're lead to Yeah The sound of sounds enlightening you The sound of sounds enlightening Have you forgotten who you are? (Have you forgotten who you are?) Have you forgotten who you are? (Have you forgotten who you are?) Could you ever stop and wonder Could you live without her? The sound of sounds enlightening you The sound of sounds enlightening Oooh, oooh The sound of sounds enlightening you (The sound of sounds enlightening) The sound of sounds enlightening |
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from Alberto Gomez - Sound of Sounds/ Ping One Down (2002)
We'll return to the ocean
Ride the tide again Test the water, jump right in And try to swim So ping one down Let it sink Sink on down Like heavy metal We should take off the lotion Let the sun shine in Admire the holes with shaded eyes And fry again And ping one down Let it sink Sink on down Like heavy metal Ping one down Let it sink Don't ponce around Like poor old men Colour clean This sterile scene Move as we please No use in complaining Purify now Saints alive We're all deprived Be careful what you're saying We've been on a safari Just collecting skin Head to toe in camouflage But high again So ping one down And let it sink Sink on down Like heavy metal Colour clean This sterile scene Move as we please No use in complaining Purify now Saints alive We're all deprived Be careful what you're saying Careful what you're saying Careful what you're saying |
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from Alberto Gomez - Sound of Sounds/ Ping One Down (2002)
Came out flying
Around all swimming Through former bad roads And more old buildings For all the latest sounds I'm in So where are your friends You'll get in Came out fighting But round all singing songs Sailing and failing To find out where we belong For all the latest sounds I'm in So where are your friends You'll get in For all the latest sounds I'm in So where are your friends |
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from Alberto Gomez - Sound of Sounds/ Ping One Down (2002)
We'll return to the ocean
Ride the tide again Test the water, jump right in And try to swim So ping one down Let it sink Sink on down Like heavy metal We should take off the lotion Let the sun shine in Admire the holes with shaded eyes And fry again And ping one down Let it sink Sink on down Like heavy metal Ping one down Let it sink Don't ponce around Like poor old men Colour clean This sterile scene Move as we please No use in complaining Purify now Saints alive We're all deprived Be careful what you're saying We've been on a safari Just collecting skin Head to toe in camouflage But high again So ping one down And let it sink Sink on down Like heavy metal Colour clean This sterile scene Move as we please No use in complaining Purify now Saints alive We're all deprived Be careful what you're saying Careful what you're saying Careful what you're saying |
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from Alberto Gomez - Sound of Sounds/ Ping One Down (2002)
There came a sound concocted by demons
A sound like metal and blood She's strangling cats with horses up there I've had enough, it's time to die Do you think she's run out of resin Has she even heard of the stuff If I knew where to buy it I would, but I don't Like it or not, you're not leaving alive So save your breath for when you die Save your time for me There's never been a time for you I'd like to blame Vivaldi The blame is made out of dust And when the dust blows backwards it smokes and it stacks Say what you want, it's time to die Why don't you call up all the firsts and seconds There'll be a swinging performance tonight I can explain it all when the cops come around Tomorrow night, you're not leaving alive So save your breath for when you die Save your time for me |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
Say you're the dreamer
And come dream on Say you believe her And believe in me So bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here I can't deceive ya Won't you be with me I didn't leave ya It's you leaving me 'Cause you're not sure With all your wealth I wanna see you again So bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here I wanna take you out tonight Punches would be rolling Blood it would be flowing I can't fight You're bound to put one in my eye But this is not about you This is about me So bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here Bring your lovin' back here Please don't leave me alone again (Don't leave me alone again) Please don't leave me alone again (Don't leave me alone again) Please don't leave me alone again I just wanna lie low I just wanna lie low I just wanna lie low |
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Someone call the doctor I think I'm goin'..
Someone call the doctor, I think I'm gonna die My feet are getting heavy, my mind is getting wet Someone better help me get back into the twenty-first century I need help, I need surgery Help! Help! Help! Help! Someone call the doctor, I think I'm goin' blind My old periodic gnosis is bleeding from my eyes Someone better help me the plot is hotting up I'm in surgery It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts Help! Help! Help! Help! It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts Help! |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
I've been touched now
I don't believe it Movin' much closer now Here's my touch Now please receive it Let's do some more touchin' up Let's do some more touchin' up Well, he got sings to sing you Made me feel good when the others didn't And he got everything now Made me come back when the others didn't Uh-huh, ooh-ooh Know your mind There's something quite familiar in your eyes Know your mind There's something quite familiar Something quite familiar Coming around the bend Coming around the bend Stay out on your own Made me feel good when the others didn't Stay out on your own Made me come back when the others didn't Stay out on your own Made me feel good when the others didn't Stay out on your own Made me come back when the others didn't Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, ooh-ooh Comin' around again All I wanna do's some touchin' up Please let me do some touchin' up (repeated to end) |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
Hit on the head and that's just who I am
I'm gonna be your man I'm gonna be your man Hit on the head that made me what I said Can't they just free Just you and me It was a hit on the head that made me what I said What you waiting for? Ain't gonna be around no more Why don't you go or why don't you marry me? Can't you see Everything's gonna be Hit on the floor and I ain't carrying on I'm gonna be gone I'm gonna be gone It's written in the law It's written in the law It's written in the law It's written in the law It's written in the law It's written in the law It's written in the law It's written in the law It's written in the law |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
I love my life on Mars
It has a side of perfect slumber Just like a lucky charm Keeps the nights from mornings after And though I find it hard I might say with a gay abandon Girl we got it all A room with a view of the rings of Saturn Girl we got it all Come spend your life on Mars If you taste it, la la la Don't waste it, la la la If you have the thing you've always desired Don't break it, la la la If you crave her, la la la Don't waster her, la la la If you have the one you've always desired Don't break her, la la la I said you waste her You waster My mind may go astray But that don't mean that you should follow This road to Mandalay Where you might drown when the water's shallow And though you'll find it hard You might add with a gay abandon Now, girl we got it all On Santa Monica Boulevard Girl we got it all Come hang on the Boulevard If you taste it, la la la Don't waste it, la la la If you have the one you've always desired Don't break it, la la la If you crave her, la la la Enslave her, la la la If you have the one you've always desired Don't break her, la la la I said you waste her You waster If you taste it, la la la Don't waste it, la la la If you find the thing you've always admired Don't break it, la la la If you crave her, la la la Enslave her, la la la If you find the one you've always desired Don't break her, la la la I said don't waste her (la la la, la la la) You waster (la la la, la la la) You waster (la la la, la la la) You waster (la la la, la la la) |
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There was a red light coughin' up a room of blood
And there were forecast seven inches of snow And there were two tunes playing in my head at once Arguing guitar and drums There was a lover standing by her bed With a cigarette burning on her hand And there were moonbeams playing on her porcelain flesh A capi ero alousca Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to Even within my youth I denied I wanted to You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to There was a red Mayan parrot pulling chicken legs And there were weak spots only she could detect And as I rolled over to block the last ray of sun In emergency all over the show There was a blue light the other side of the globe And there were four cats stretching out their claws And there were two lovers separated by the telephone Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to Even within my youth I denied I wanted to 'Cause you were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to Your flavors are getting to me Your flavors are getting to me Your flavors are getting to me Your flavors are getting to me Your flavors Your flavors Your flavors Your flavors |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
There's a dog in the stew
As gratan as blues Some creaky old muse Whose dice are fallin Nuweiba sand flew So stay out of view And tear out a pew As Cairo Callin away I'm not as prego as you Caprese eel brew As play out as twos And losin my cruiser Some mustard to chew As a lebanese druse So easy to bruise With pedros drawing One hit and we're down We're callin in the hounds Let's get out of this down But one hit and we're down.... ....I'm not as dajon as you It's a skeleton view Is a rotten old dude For assibyn hues We paintin lifestyles With weird tattoos As korsican tombs I'm not as dajon as you With wayward flugels Blowin into town One hit and we're down Courtin in the hounds One hit and we're down.... ....I'm not as dajon as you ..I'm not as dajon as you Put all the west side on the east side Put all the east side on the west side |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
I was always told that you had to have the balls to breakdown
Now I'm older I'm not too sure I was once told that you had to have a high to lowdown An expert told me back in the war Open hearted surgery never works So eat your words or hide them in the dirt Raise up the anchor baby, why do we have to get way down? Way down Raise up the anchor baby, why do we have to get way down? I was always told that you had to have the balls to breakdown Now I'm older I'm not too sure I was once told that you had to have a high to lowdown An expert told me back in the war Open hearted surgery never works So eat your words or hide them in the dirt Raise up the anchor baby, why do we have to get way down? Way down Raise up the anchor baby, why do we have to get way down? 'Cause I don't need nobody to know me I don't want nobody to know I don't see nobody to show me |
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We came, we came, we came again
To stem the tide and point the blame Came back for more Came back to see what you had in store Everyone join the line, everyone Yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Won't you send it right over to me? I got some time Everybody running high The same, the same, the same again To steal the time and haunt the graves Just because it's there Don't mean you see it anywhere Maybe it's a trick of the light Maybe, yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Don't you send it right over to me I got some time Everybody come alive Yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, bring 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Don't you send it right over to me I got some time Everybody running high So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you say we haven't turned around? So you say we haven't turned around? Just everybody else is going wrong Going wrong |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
Wake up butterfly
The sun's fallen down The clouds are rolling over And we still got many miles to go From winter days come starless nights The constellations frown And when the heavens start to open Even monkeys gonna need a coat And the masterpiece slipped through my hand Stole a car and drove to a foreign land The man with the camera said he'd seen it all before, uh huh And Opus 49 is to blame From Moulin Rouge and Buena Vista in flames The man with the camera said nice try but goodbye Wake up butterfly The sun's fallen down The wind is blowing backwards And it's opening the eye of the storm The spiders circuit spinning out on the ground They're wishing they were younger There's a little bit of that in us all Take it down Take it down There's a little bit of that in us all Yeah, come on and bring it around Bring me round There's a little bit of that in us all The masterpiece slipped through my hand Stole a car and drove to a foreign land The man with the camera said he'd seen it all before, uh huh And Opus 49 is to blame From moulin rouge and Buena Vista in flames The man with the camera said nice try but goodbye |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
Well, everybody's got their own destination
But, I don't have one at all Well, everybody favours their particular situation But, I don't favour much at all So I'm rolling 'long with a fine-looking country girl Boy, I tell you she's got it all Don't come around here trying to sell me your messed-up bitchin' I got my old beat-up ball |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
Since I was a child I was chased like a demon out of town
Born the second child of a leg, leg, legless hound And I am gonna follow you around And I am gonna follow you around Yeah, I.. I'm eagerly adopted by the darkest atmosphere Playin' in the playground with all the, all the others, yeah And I am gonna follow you around And I am gonna follow you around Yeah, I.. And I am gonna follow you around And I am gonna follow you around And I am gonna follow you around And I am gonna follow you around Yeah, I.. |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
Mr. Jones, you've been wasted before
Rest your head on this dirty old floor And everybody's mind turned to what they knew before And everybody's mind turned off She falls inbetween Close your eyes, you'll be dreaming once more Candlelight, things are clearer than before Everybody's mind turned to what they knew before Everybody's mind turned off She falls inbetween She falls inbetween Maddest, maddest, maddest day When I'm by your door, come out to play We will dance and we will sway We will go so far you'll want to stay Saddest, saddest, saddest day When I'm by your door, on winter's day She falls inbetween She falls inbetween |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
It don't matter anymore
It don't matter much anymore 'Cause it gets me down Lets my feet touch the ground Won't be lost, but I'm found Do I care? Do I fuck I'm just bearing up Do I care? No, I'm high on Liquid Skin Yeah, yeah, yeah It don't matter anymore It don't matter much anymore Like the butter hits the floor It don't matter much Just Sod's Law 'Cause we've come this far Give me a close, no cigar We're the people who we are Do we care? Do we fuck We're just skinning up Do we care? No, we're high on Liquid Skin No, we're high on Liquid Skin No, we're high on Liquid Skin |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
Rosemary's the kind of girl
Don't need no reason She's the kind that just won't settle Down Clothes are out of season She'll be done for treason She'll be hanging from a tree upside Down Fever Fever Where you trying to run? Fever Diva Rosemary's not done Well Rosemary's the kind of girl Tired of her beauty She has taken all her mirrors Down So you best believe her The girl will give you fever She's the kind to heat you up and cool you Down Fever Fever Where you trying to run? Fever Diva Rosemary She's not done Not done |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
One of these days,
One of these fine old days I?m gonna be through. Keep on trucking now, smiling, Waving your hand, goodbye She?s just f**king around now Saying those things that she doesn?t really need to say She?s got guns to her hip He?s a-cracking his whip Yeah he?s a cowboy. When he sees her walk by Got that look in her eye She?s so fine, she?s so fine, He?s a cowboy Yeah! |
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from Alberto Gomez - Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (2002)
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He's into that, that spiritual stuff My brother's into, my brother's into He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff It's serious, man He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff It's serious, man I seen a movie on it He's into that, that spiritual stuff Gomez: Come around my way, toast the angels He don't do what it's from, dat ain't right Sampled: He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff It's serious, man He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff It's serious, man I seen a movie on it He's into that, that spiritual stuff Gomez: Come around my way, toast the angels He don't do what it from, dat ain't right Come around my way, toast the angels He don't do what it from, and dat ain't right He don't do what it from, and dat ain't right So come around my way, toast the angels He don't do what it from, and dat ain't right He don't do what it from, and dat ain't right |
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from Alberto Gomez - Shot Shot (2002)
Well hey, how's tricks man
Think I seen you before Blank blank do ya You looked a lot older You been workin' out Whats wrong with that Well he came back and Came marching in Shot shot to the He found a good reason Do it for the money Whats wrong with that Control your bad side in to peril We come down Hold the line You'll survive Dead wrong So please stop talking Start puckering up My ears are blank Its the special occasions You do it for the money Can't go wrong with that Explode or capsize Provide my poet If you're down Town the line You're so fine Dead wrong |
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from Alberto Gomez - Shot Shot (2002)
You went there until you crash here
Then woken up to wonder where the night went Keep breathing it'll come back again Tonight will be different We will all be saved My name's Jimmy, I'm an alcoholic And I have been for 33 years or more So kill me, I will die without it It's like this wherever I go So we crashed down in BB's Keep quiet because the question is elaborate You need a lawyer, a doctor, a drink To keep surviving Keep me firing My name's Jimmy, I'm an alcoholic And I have been for 33 years or more So kill me, I will die without it It's like this wherever I go I don't feel like going out I don't feel like going out Feel like going out I don't feel like going out I don't feel like going out Feel like going out Feel like going out My name's Jimmy, I'm an alcoholic And I have been for 33 years or more So kill me, I will die without it It's like this wherever I go My name's Jimmy, I'm an alcoholic And I have been for 33 years or more So kill me, I will die without it It's like this wherever I go Do you feel like going out? Do you feel like going out? Do you feel like going out? Do you feel like going out? Do you feel like going out? Do you feel like going out? |
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from Alberto Gomez - Catch Me Up (2004)
Hello, hello, I'm glad to see you
Now we'll only stop to say goodbye We'll go, we'll go just where we want to We won't let the others bleed us dry 'Cause I am but a fool for you, that's right And I got nothing to lose that I'd choose tonight Come on, come on we should be leaving But I let another one go by Oh no, oh no, I couldn't leave you Though I know they'd like to make me try 'Cause I shot down the moon for you, that's right 'Cause I got something to prove to you tonight I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up You know, you know I want to please you And now's the time to let me try Will you, will you do as I do? Will you wait for me to stew or die? 'Cause I don't ever wanna see you cry Yeah, I will never leave you high and dry I, yeah, I... I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me I will always wait for you to catch me I will always wait for you to catch me I will always wait for you to catch me |
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from Alberto Gomez - Catch Me Up (2004)
Feed fear
You sit and watch it grow Are you afraid of being alone? Eyes a cold sweat And shivers to your bones Don't let a rotten seed be sowed All the world would like to play with you You hide inside yourself the whole day through You know it's true Your outside, so full of hollow fear In truth it's oh-so fresh and clear Oh darling, you can leave the lies But now you must realise All the world would like to play with you You hide inside yourself the whole day through So brave the world outside your windowsill You know you will And if your life was on the line Tell me, tell me how would you feel? If your life was on the line Tell me, would there be nothing left to feel? Tell me, there is nothing left to... All the world would like to play with you You hide inside yourself the whole day through So brave the world outside your windowsill |
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from Alberto Gomez - Catch Me Up (2004)
Hello, hello, I'm glad to see you
Now we'll only stop to say goodbye We'll go, we'll go just where we want to We won't let the others bleed us dry 'Cause I am but a fool for you, that's right And I got nothing to lose that I'd choose tonight Come on, come on we should be leaving But I let another one go by Oh no, oh no, I couldn't leave you Though I know they'd like to make me try 'Cause I shot down the moon for you, that's right 'Cause I got something to prove to you tonight I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up You know, you know I want to please you And now's the time to let me try Will you, will you do as I do? Will you wait for me to stew or die? 'Cause I don't ever wanna see you cry Yeah, I will never leave you high and dry I, yeah, I... I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah I will always wait for you to catch me I will always wait for you to catch me I will always wait for you to catch me I will always wait for you to catch me |
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from Alberto Gomez - We Haven't Turned Around (1999)
We came, we came, we came again
To stem the tide and point the blame Came back for more Came back to see what you had in store Everyone join the line, everyone Yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Won't you send it right over to me? I got some time Everybody running high The same, the same, the same again To steal the time and haunt the graves Just because it's there Don't mean you see it anywhere Maybe it's a trick of the light Maybe, yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Don't you send it right over to me I got some time Everybody come alive Yeah So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, bring 'em down? So you want to make catastrophe? Don't you send it right over to me I got some time Everybody running high So you want to spin the world around? So you want to spin the world around And anybody else, cut 'em down? So you say we haven't turned around? So you say we haven't turned around? Just everybody else is going wrong Going wrong |
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from Alberto Gomez - We Haven't Turned Around (1999)
Caught a flight, Full of drugs
Shoot straight at a view Touching down just in time Crawl straight into you And before the fallen graces write And he found the diamonds in disgiuse I've been wastin' most of my time But i carry on Today (what is it?) can only improve with time When your only a planet down We'll go out again And before the fall did nature's right And we found there ain't no quick for flight I've been wasting most of my time And i can get along Today (where is it?) can only improve with time Flight |
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from Alberto Gomez - We Haven't Turned Around (1999)
Rosemary's the kind of girl
Don't need no reason She's the kind that just won't settle Down Clothes are out of season She'll be done for treason She'll be hanging from a tree upside Down Fever Fever Where you trying to run? Fever Diva Rosemary's not done Well Rosemary's the kind of girl Tired of her beauty She has taken all her mirrors Down So you best believe her The girl will give you fever She's the kind to heat you up and cool you Down Fever Fever Where you trying to run? Fever Diva Rosemary She's not done Not done |
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