Friday, October 18, 2024

Pink Houses by John Cougar Mellencamp

 There's a black man with a black cat

Livin' in a black neighborhoodHe's got an interstate runnin' through his front yardYou know he thinks he's got it so goodAnd there's a woman in the kitchenCleanin' up the evenin' slopAnd he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'I can remember when you could stop a clock"
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and meOoh yeah, for you and me
Well, there's a young man in a t-shirtListenin' to a rockin' rollin' stationHe's got greasy hair, greasy smileHe says, "Lord, this must be my destination"'Cause they told me when I was youngerSaid, "Boy, you're gonna be president"But just like everything else those old crazy dreamsJust kinda came and went
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and meAh, yeah, baby, for you and me
Well, there's people and more peopleWhat do they know, know, know?Go to work in some high riseAnd vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooh, yeahAnd there's winners and there's losersBut they ain't no big deal'Cause the simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the billsThe pills that kill
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and me, oohOoh yeah
Ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Hey, somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Oh, the home of the freeOoh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahLittle pink houses, baby, for you and me
Ooh yeahOoh yeah

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Africa by Toto

 Hear the drums echoing tonight

But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversationShe's comin' in, 12:30 flightHer moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the wayHopin' to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodiesHe turned to me as if to say"Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you"
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from youThere's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever doI bless the rains down in AfricaGonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo
The wild dogs cry out in the nightAs they grow restless longing for some solitary companyI know that I must do what's rightSure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the SerengetiI seek to cure what's deep insideFrightened of this thing that I've become
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from youThere's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever doI bless the rains down in AfricaGonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo
Hurry, boy, she's waiting there for you
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from youThere's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever doI bless the rains down in AfricaI bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)I bless the rains down in AfricaI bless the rains down in Africa (ooh, I'm gonna take the time)Gonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo

Friday, September 27, 2024

In Da Club by 50 Cent

 Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, there's always drama in the club
Nigga heard I fuck with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: Pros down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll them trees up (roll it!)
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)
In the hood in L.A. they sayin': 50, you hot (huh, uh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York, fo' sho' they'll tell you I'm loco (yeah!)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (huh, uh)
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (whoo!)
Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (huh, uh)
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay!)

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (what? What? Yeah!)

And you should love it way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (whoo!)
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
Moved out the hood, now you tryin' to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on
I wink my eye at yo' chick, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
They talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told me
'Cause, go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'
Come on, they know where we be (whoo!)


50 IS A ROMANTIC... I AINT IN TO MAKIN LOVE...COME GIVE ME A HUG IF YOURE INTO GETTIN RUBBED... IM GONNA TRY IT OUT...

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

You and Me Song by The Wannadies

 Always when we fight

I try to make you laugh'Til everything's forgottenI know you hate that
Always when we fightKiss you once or twiceAnd everything's forgottenI know you hate that
I love your Sunday songThe week's not yet begunAnd everything is quietAnd it's always
You and me, always and foreverYou and me, always and foreverBop, bop, bop, bop, bopIt was always you and me, always
You tell me I'm a real manI try to look impressedNot very convincingBut you know I love that
And now we watch TV'Til we fall asleepNot very exciting
But it's you and meAnd we'll always be togetherYou and me, always and foreverBop, bop, bop, bop, bopIt was always you and me, always and foreverYou and me, always and foreverBop, bop, bop, bop, bopIt was always you and me, always and foreverYou and me, always and foreverBop, bop, bop, bop, bop

Thursday, August 22, 2024

In Hell I'll Be In Good Company by The Dead South

 Dead love couldn't go no further

Proud of, and disgusted by herPush, shove, a little bruised and batteredOh Lord, I ain't coming home with you
My life's a bit more colderDead wife is what I told herBrass knife sinks into my shoulderOh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeezeThe stage, it smells, tellsHell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my kneesIt didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a treeAfter I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company
Dead love couldn't go no furtherProud of, and disgusted by herPush, shove, a little bruised and batteredOh Lord, I ain't coming home with you
My life's a bit more colderDead wife is what I told herBrass knife sinks into my shoulderOh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeezeThe stage it smells, tellsHell's bells, miss-pells, knocks me on my kneesIt didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a treeAfter I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company
In Hell, I'll be in good companyIn Hell, I'll be in good company

Sunday, July 21, 2024

Elephant Gun by Beirut

 If I was young, I'd flee this town

I'd bury my dreams undergroundAs did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gunLet's take them down one by oneWe'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around
Let the seasons begin, it rolls right onLet the seasons begin, take the big king down
Let the seasons begin, it rolls right onLet the seasons begin, take the big king down
And it rips through the silence of our camp at nightAnd it rips through the night
And it rips through the silence of our camp at nightAnd it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide





Saturday, June 15, 2024

Don't Let's Start by They Might Be Giants

 Don't, don't, don't let's start

This is the worst partCould believe for all the worldThat you're my precious little girlBut don't, don't, don't let's startI've got a weak heartAnd I don't get around how you get around
When you are aloneYou are the cat, you are the phone, you are an animalThe words I'm singing nowMean nothing more than meow to an animalWake up, smell the cat food in your bank accountBut don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound
D, world destructionOver and overtureN, do I need apostropheT, need this torture?
Don't, don't, don't let's startThis is the worst partCould believe for all the worldThat you're my precious little girlBut don't, don't, don't let's startI've got a weak heartAnd I don't get around how you get around
No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautifulEverybody dies frustrated and sad, and that is beautifulThey want what they're not, and I wish they would stop singing"Deputy-dog-dog-a-ding-dang-depadepaDeputy-dog-dog-a-ding-dang-depadepa"
D, world destructionOver and overtureN, do I need apostropheT, need this torture?
Don't, don't, don't let's startThis is the worst partCould believe for all the worldThat you are my precious little girlBut don't, don't, don't let's startI've got a weak heartAnd I don't get around how you get around
I don't want to live in this world anymoreI don't want to live in this world
Don't, don't, don't let's startThis is the worst partCould believe for all the worldThat you are my precious little girlBut don't, don't, don't let's startI've got a weak heartAnd I don't get around how you get around