Lyrics

Cadillac need space to roam
Where we headin for she don't know
We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll
And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone
I don't beg I can hold my own
I don't break I can hold the chrome
And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun


w more to come



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this post brought to you with inspiration from Don Van Viet, Slim Harpo and Edgar Varese

sucks me in, taking a ride
and i'm wishing for the satellite
grabbing vein, pulling down on the radio
laughing at the face that's bending down

i'm all alone so far up here
and my oxygen's all gone

bend the metal
my glory box has failed
we're rocking in our reclining chairs
drive away... that car
that brought us all this harm
those are the pieces of my story line

i'm all alone so far up here
and my oxygen's all gone

truly stressing realization
i wish i was an astronaut
eight hour bitterness, all for who's sake?
stain glass sunday school charades



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this post brought to you with inspiration from Don Van Viet, Slim Harpo and Edgar Varese

why does it hurt when I pee
why does it hurt when I pee
I don't want no doctor
to stick no needle in me
why does it hurt when I pee

I got it from the toilet seat
I got it from the toilet seat
it jumped right up
and grabbed my meat
I got it from the toilet seat.

My balls feel like a pair of maracas
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
Oh god I prob'ly got the gohn-no-ca-ca-cacas
My balls feel like a pair of maracas

Why does it
Why does it
Why does it
hurt
when
I
Pee?



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I couldn't say where she's coming' from,
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm

She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum
(Y'jes can't do it)

She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum

I don't mind that she called me a bum,
But I knew right away she was really gonna cum
(So I got down to it)

I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb
An' applied rotation on her sugar plum

I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb
But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm,
Dinah-Moe Humm

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dig my life for a while
When Big Joan sets up
Her hands are too small
She's too fat to go out in the daylight
So she rolls around all night
I'm just sorta thread
With a drooped body
I'll set up with ya Big Joan
I'm too fat to go out in the daylight
I'll stay up all night
I won't droop if you

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Alice in chains would?

Know me broken by my master
Teach thee on child of love hereafter

Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake
Try to see it once my way

Drifting body it's sole desertion
Flying not yet quite the notion

Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake
Try to see it once my way

Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake
Try to see it once my way

Am I wrong?
Have I run too far to get home
Have I gone?
And left you here alone
Am I wrong?
Have I run too far to get home
Have I gone?
And left you here alone
If I would, could you?



DEATH BY STEREO IS THE BEST BAND!!

this is cool i found this at a site looking for the lyrics its a pink floyd song


SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMONDS

Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Nobody knows where you are,
How near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers
And I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow
Of yesterday's triumph,
And sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child,
You winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!


A rather long song (26 minutes), this song is just beautiful. It's divided in 9 parts as read on the jacket of the CD. For those wondering what are these parts, here's an explanation:

Rick Wright's organ

Dave's enchanting guitar solo

This part starts with the da-dum-da-dum part. It introduces the bass and drums into the song.

The lyrics.

The sax solo

The guitar and bass

The lyrics again.

The instrument after Roger sings the verse.

Rick's organ again.

This song, like the album, is a tribute to Syd Barrett (real name Roger Barrett). He is the crazy diamond in the song. One might wonder where Roger, Dave, Nick and Rick have come up with the analogy. It might have something to do with John Lennon's Lucy in the Sky with Diamond from The Beatles' album, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band but this reason doesn't fulfill the question. Interestingly enough, if one would put the song title into initials (SOYCD) and take out 'O' and 'C' you would get 'Syd'. Another interesting note is that Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is often abbreviated into 'LSD'. LSD, or acid, was the drug that had destroyed Syd.

It's been said that Syd's eyes twinkled but with his heavy usage of LSD and other hallucinogens had caused them to appear vacant and dormant. Often at times, he would stare right through people when he was trying to talk to him (sort of like Pink in the movie 'The Wall').

'You were caught in the cross-fire of childhood and stardom.' This line is easy to analyze. Syd was very young when he became a celebrity in London. He was very unaccustomed to being in the center of attention and maybe for this, his LSD use heightened as he sought escape. The one line where it mentions secret and moon could be references to Floyd albums that are integral in the band's history: Saucerful of Secrets and Dark Side of the Moon. The latter being Pink Floyd's most famous album and the former being the album in which Syd left the band and had contributed his last song to the Floyd catalogue: Jugband Blues.

The rest of the last verse is as well easy to analyse. Roger sings of how Syd may have had nightmares thanks to his drug use and how on stage, Syd may have been exposed to the spotlight when he was out of his mind. Apparently there were concerts would strum the A-minor chord for the whole night. These incidents are referred to in Brain Damage in the line 'and when your band starts playing different tunes'. Roger goes on saying that Syd wore out his welcome and popularity when he first started to become more and more detached.

Something really interesting occured in the midst of recording this tribute to Syd, a fat, bald man walked in the studio and started to wander around. No one knew where he was or where he came from but soon the band's manager, Peter Jenner, recognized him and said: 'My God, it's Syd'! Syd wanted to his old mates to check upon them now that they were successful. He declined when he was asked if wanted to rejoin the band.

All of Shine On You Crazy Diamond was intended for one track but its length could be placed on one LP side thus it was divided into two.

The lyrics to the second track maintain the songs theme however its verses are ringed with regret and sorrow. It's a bit of a requiem for Syd because now 'no one knows where he is' (until he showed up in the studio) and that the band must continue going on without him as they bask in the success of Dark Side.




DEATH BY STEREO IS THE BEST BAND!!

WELCOME TO THE MACHINE

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.
You brought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you
know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star,
He played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar.
He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the Machine.

In George Orwell's book 1984, the government probes into the lives of its citizens and is recognized as Big Brother. Waters uses the same theme but instead of the government it is about society or just the record company. The machine may be society, sometimes people lose themselves upon entering the real world and stepping out of 18 years of living with parents. This song can be interpreted in many ways so it could be confusing. The character in the song is being advised on how to get through society. If he labors hard, he'd be provided with toys. This character was once a rebel as he didn't like school and bought a guitar to punish his mother's aspirations of him. When he was young, he dreamed of being famous. He still is but under the advisement of a more authoritarian figure. Could it be a father or Big Brother?

'Where have you been / It's allright we know where you've been' could be taken as a theme from 1984 where cameras (or telescreens) are placed to watch the citizens. 'What did you dream / It's alright we told you what to dream' is the authoritarian figure telling the main character what to dream and not to be the rock star as he wanted to be.

Again, this song could be about Syd. He may have shared these feelings that he was being watched and not living up to his true aspirations either of himself or his parents. It could even be the record company (as mentioned earlier) telling Syd what to do in order to meet 'true success'.

HAVE A CIGAR

Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far, fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it if you try;
They're gonna love you.
Well I've always had a deep respect,
And I mean that most sincerely.
The band is just fantastic,
that is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

We're just knocked out.
We heard about the sell out.
You gotta get an album out.
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start,
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

It's been said that EMI (Pink Floyd's label) was happy with the lyrics of this song but with luck, Roger pushed them through. They are about the record industry and Pink Floyd's own experience within it after the breakthrough success of Dark Side of the Moon.

The song starts with a cocktail party when doors (of an elevator?) open. The cause for celebration just may have been about Dark Side of the Moon. The execs further motivate Pink Floyd to provide the money and they'll have always the deep respect from them (as long as the money flows). The next line is actually a direct quote when an EMI official asked the band a question: 'Which one's Pink?'. Roger must've been furious with the ignorance and blatant stupidity of that question. The next line is an old English expression (Riding the Gravy Train) about taking advantage of a profitable situation while it lasts.

The record company wants to further their profits by pushing them to make a new album because 'they owed it' to the fans. They could hardly count and they cannot even fathom the fact that DSotM would remain on the Billboard Top 200 for over 12 years.



WISH YOU WERE HERE

So, so you think you can tell?
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field?
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange?
A walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
Were just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old ground.
Wish you were here.

The beginning of this song is quite interesting. The radio is shifting and finally it stays in tune to one station. Could it be Syd? (Figuratively speaking). He might be finding his favorite song and quite soon, he plays to it (hence the solo). This is not a love song as it is misinterpreted many times before. Pink Floyd doesn't write love songs with few exceptions such as Pigs on the Wing and Don't Leave Me Now (LOL), etc. It is a poem written by Waters about Syd. Waters may have felt a bit guilty about Syd as now Pink Floyd is one of the biggest band in the world without its founder and original genius. This song is the only song where the music is written to words.

It's a pretty basic song in its lyrical concept. Much of the lyric is a singer asking Syd questions. The singer tries to see if Syd can tell what's wrong and what's good. Heaven was what Syd was trying to achieve but he ended up in hell. The next few lines weave through the same theme (green field, blue skies). The verse has the singer asks Syd if he traded things for the worse. For reasons that I don't know it then suddenly goes bad things for the better. Then the verse finally finishes off with 'Did you exchange? / A walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?'. This could mean if Syd had traded the position of being the central figure of Pink Floyd for a life of drugs which can be a cage to his life. The last verse is simple; the singer says in the two metaphors (the fishbowl and the running over the ground metaphor) that he and Syd are just stuck in the moment as they search a way out of this problem. It confuses metaphors though, fish in the fishbowl don't run over the ground.



when you look at the world, what is it that you see?



DEATH BY STEREO IS THE BEST BAND!!

Jimi Hendrix 'Castles Made of Sand'

Down the street you can hear her scream 'you're a disgrace'
As she slams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.

He cries 'Oh girl, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?'
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in
the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he
grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.

Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow
He would sing his first war song,
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong,
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually.

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled

'You won't hurt me no more.'
But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY
'Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way'
And it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea,
Eventually


__________________________
Andrew

***NEWSCHOOL UNDERGROUND***

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase

Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It's our problem-free philosophy

Hakuna Matata!

Hakuna Matata?

Yeah. It's our motto!

What's a motto?

Nothing. What's a-motto with you?

Those two words will solve all your problems

That's right. Take Pumbaa here
Why, when he was a young warthog...

When I was a young wart hog

Very nice

Thanks

He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after every meal

I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind
And oh, the shame He was ashamed
Thought of changin' my name What's in a name?
And I got downhearted How did ya feel?
Everytime that I...

Hey! Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!
Oh. Sorry

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna--

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
(Repeats)

I say 'Hakuna'

I say 'Matata'




*~*SUPER BUNNY*~*

slow minded

olives taste good

how can a fat cow get all the way over the moon??

command the chief of flight staff

check the aircraft

glide like a frizbee

digital disney

the check form and one self

was real lovelyness

you broke the mirror that remind you of your ugliness

Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg
The contribution is clear
You add water to bone
And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
Now if you like the tone
And how the harmony's done
And the sucka mc's die before they've begun
Well I'd like to know if
You've got the notion
Cause we're number one
I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit
No interference we persevere
The purpose is clear
We're here to leave your ear hurtin severe
You're lurking in fear
Cause we take it back like robbin loxly
Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be
I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels
To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel
Its not about the bills
That's not keeping it real
A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals
We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot game of death
Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats
Rewind and feel the heat
Recline and take a seat
So ah...

Chorus:
Let's take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live mc's
Playground tactics
No rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic

2X

Now I walk from Tranzania
Earthquake Transalvania
And on my way I kicked a whole through the wall of China
Just to get the right blend
Cause its schizophrenic of the pathway to livin
I fell into the deep end
You shouldn't have told me
The pyramids can hold me
So now a contest is what you owe me
Pull out your beats pull out your cuts
Give us a mic, whatup
And we goin tear shit up
I'm on some old and forgotten
Sun up to sun down
Like picking cotton
The nutty professor science droppin
Rockin Robbin's hood
From New York to Compton
Me and my three sons
Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum

Chorus 2X

Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y
Do or die
Anti-illumaniti, why
Do the liquid from my vocals
Make the ghetto start swimming
Forever winning I'm in it
Like Medolark Lemon
I get goose bumps
When the baseline thumps
A sucka MC freestyle
He had mine for lunch
Marc 7even get you open like an attach‚
Briefcase in this case
The victor is no way
Ah, ah the tool spinners
Cooking the full dinner
Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's
When is it the academy
Rattling your anatomy
That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery
That'll be the day
When labels pay our way
2na what you say
when MC's come to play
Man fe dead
Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap
Preparing your intellect before your final nap
So ah...

Chorus 2X

You got beef now watch how I settle it
I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development
I'm eloquent
When it comes to digital display
I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray
Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5
Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale
With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style
Cause I'm a lyrical chef
I gets mines to the death
Cause I be cookin
From here to Brooklyn
Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman
On Good Times
When I rhyme
I hit the designated area
I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria
Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times
No artificial nipples over silk with lead
While y'all drink the similack
My rhymes are breast-fed
I flip the real skills
I thought I told you once
I kick the lyrical windmills
And backspin Benedict
Strictly for my benefit
I step on toes when I flow don't get offended
Come and get with it
Comprehended when I kick it
I represent the real
From the beginning to the end of it


'...all fled before his face. All save one. There waiting, silent
and still in the space before the gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax.'

'It's not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been clouding my mind since we left Lorien. Something draws near, I can feel it.'

How many snowboarders does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
10, 1 to do it, and 9 to say 'I can do that.'

'Dude, we're sick. He's pretty sick, but his muscles aren't as big as mine, so you know.'-CR Johnson

I am still living with your ghost
Lonely and dreaming of the west coast
I don't want to be your downtime
I don't want to be your stupid game

With my big black boots and an old suitcase
I do believe I'll find myself a new place
I don't want to be the bad guy
I don't want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore
I just want to see some palm trees
Go and try to shake away this disease

We can live beside the ocean
Leave the fire behind
Swim out past the breakers
Watch the world die

--->Everclear
'Santa Monica'




* * TERESA * *


'Ya fuuhckin cooter face! Whutaya doin? Im gonna die!'
--> Brittany Mo while i drove the car forwards backward and spun it round and round and she rode on the hood of Jen's car.

SUBLIME
'Boss D.J.'

There's a steel train comin' through,
I would take it if I could. And I would not lie to you because Sunday morning soon will come
when things would be much easier to say
upon the microphone like a boss DJ
I would work upon the sea like it was dry land.
The boss DJ ain't nothin' but a man.

No trouble no fuss, .. I know why.
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice.
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice.


* * TERESA * *


'Ya fuuhckin cooter face! Whutaya doin? Im gonna die!'
--> Brittany Mo while i drove the car forwards backward and spun it round and round and she rode on the hood of Jen's car.

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
but I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.