Miricles by Insane Clown Posse

If magic is all we've ever known
Then it's easy to miss what really goes on
But I've seen miracles in every way
And I see miracles everyday
Oceans spanning beyond my sight
And a million stars way above em at night
We don't have to be high to look in the sky
And know that's a miracle opened wide
Look at the mountains, trees, the seven seas
And everything chilling underwater, please
Hot lava, snow, rain and fog
Long neck giraffes, and pet cats and dogs
And I've seen eighty-five thousand people
All in one room, together as equals
Pure magic is the birth of my kids
I've seen shit that'll shock your eyelids
The sun and the moon, and even Mars
The Milky Way and fucking shooting stars
UFOs, a river flows
Plant a little seed and nature grows
Niagara falls and the pyramids
Everything you believed in as kids
Fucking rainbows after it rains
There's enough miracles here to blow your brains
I fed a fish to a pelican at Frisco bay
It tried to eat my cell phone, he ran away
And music is magic, pure and clean
You can feel it and hear it but it can't be seen

Music is all magic
(Are you a firm believer in miracles)
You can't even hold it
(Do you notice and recognize miracles)
It's just there in the air
(Are you a firm believer in miracles)
Pure motherfucking magic
Right?
This shit'll blow your fucking mind
(Do you notice and recognize miracles)

Music is a lot like love, it's all a feeling
And it fills the room, from the floor to the ceiling
I see miracles all around me
Stop and look around, it's all astounding
Water, fire, air and dirt
Fucking magnets, how do they work?
And I don't wanna talk to a scientist
Y'all motherfuckers lying, and getting me pissed
Solar eclipse, and vicious weather
Fifteen thousand Juggalos together
And I love my mom for giving me this
Time on this planet, taking nothing for granted
I seen a caterpillar turn into a butterfly
Miracles ain't nothing to lie
Shaggy's little boys look just like Shaggy
And my little boy looks just like daddy
Miracles each and every where you look
And nobody has to stay where they put
This world is yours for you to explore
There's nothing but miracles beyond your door
The Dark Carnival is your invitation
To witness them without explanation
Take a look at this fine creation
And enjoy it better with appreciation
Crows, ghosts, the midnight coast
The wonders of the world, mysteries the most
Just open your mind, and it ain't no way
To ignore the miracles of every day

(Are you a firm believer in miracles)
Magic everywhere in this bitch
(Do you notice and recognize miracles)
It's all around you, you don't even know it
(Are you a firm believer in miracles)
Magic everywhere in this bitch
Shit's crazy
(Do you notice and recognize miracles,
So many miracles, the magic miracles)

Are you a firm believer in miracles
Do you have time for the miracles
Do you notice and recognize miracles
So many miracles, the magic miracles
Are you a firm believer in miracles
Do you have time for the miracles
Do you notice and recognize miracles
So many miracles, the magic miracles
Are you a firm believer in miracles
Do you have time for the miracles
Do you notice and recognize miracles
So many miracles, the magic miracles
Are you a firm believer in miracles
Do you have time for the miracles
Do you notice and recognize miracles
So many miracles, the magic miracles

WOW I WAS ALL FIXIN TO BAG ON THIS AFTER SEEIN THE VIDEO BUT ITS ACTUALLY MAKING A VERY GOOD OBSERVATION... IT SEEMS THAT WHENEVER WORDS FAIL THIS DUDE THOUGH HE THROWS IN FUCK OR FUCKIN'... 

No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age

We get some rules to follow
That and this
These and those
No one knows

We get these pills to swallow
How they stick
In your throat
Tastes like gold

Oh, what you do to me
No one knows

And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
Ah

I journey through the desert
Of the mind
With no hope
I found low

I drift along the ocean
Dead lifeboats in the sun
And come undone

Pleasantly caving in
I come undone

And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool I
Ah

Heaven smiles above me
What a gift her below
But no one knows

A gift that you give to me
No one knows

HMMMM... I'M THINKING THESE GUYS ARE THE HOUSE BAND AT THE LOCAL METH LAB

My Sweet Lord by George Harrison

My sweet Lord
Hm, my Lord
Hm, my Lord

I really want to see you
I really want to be with you
I really want to see you Lord
But it won't take long, my Lord

My sweet Lord
Hm, my Lord
Hm, my Lord

I really want to know you
I really want to go with you
I really want to show you Lord
But it won't take long, my Lord

My sweet Lord
My sweet Lord
My sweet Lord

I really want to see you
I really want to see you
I really want to see you Lord
I really want to see you Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord

My sweet Lord
Hm, my Lord
My, my, Lord

I really want to know you Lord
I really want to go with you
I really want to show you Lord
That it won't take long, oh Lord

(Hallelujah)
Hm Lord
(Hallelujah)
My sweet Lord
(Hallelujah)
My, my, Lord
(Hallelujah)

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Aah

(Hallelujah)
My sweet Lord
(Hallelujah)
My sweet Lord
(Hallelujah)
Oh, my sweet Lord
(Hallelujah)
My sweet Lord
(Hallelujah)

I really want to see you
(Hallelujah)
I really want to be with you
(Hallelujah)
I really want to see you Lord
(Aah)
But it takes so long, oh Lord
(Hallelujah)

My sweet Lord
(Hare Krishna)
Oh, my sweet Lord
(Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord
(Hare Krishna)
My sweet, sweet Lord
(Hare Krishna)

Oh, my, my Lord
(Hare Krishna)
Oh, my Lord
(Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord
(Hare Krishna)
Sweet, sweet Lord
(Hare Krishna)

I THINK HE MEANS THE LORD OF DANCE... OR MAYBE HE IS REFERRING TO THE LARGE ADULT PLESURE DEVICE THAT SCOTT REFERRED TO BY THAT NAME

I Love Trash by Oscar the Grouch

Oh, I love trash!
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love trash

I have here a sneaker that's tattered and worn
It's all full of holes and the laces are torn
A gift from my mother the day I was born
I love it because it's trash

Oh, I love trash!
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love trash

I have here some newspaper thirteen months old
I wrapped fish inside it; it's smelly and cold
But I wouldn't trade it for a big pot o' gold!
I love it because it's trash

Oh, I love trash!
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love trash

I've a clock that won't work
And an old telephone
A broken umbrella, a rusty trombone
And I am delighted to call them my own!
I love them because they're trash

Oh, I love trash!
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love, I love, I love trash!

RIP Caroll Spinney

Sitting in My Hotel by The Kinks

If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star,
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh.
They would all be saying that it's not really me,
They would all be asking who I'm trying to be.
If my friends could see me now,
Looking out my hotel window,
Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots,
If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.

Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world,
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.

If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie,
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove,
They would tell me that I'm just being used
They would ask me what I'm trying to prove.
They would see me in my hotel,
Watching late shows till the morning,
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues.
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to.

Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street,
Seven stories high looking at the world go by,
Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside.

If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me,
They would ask me what on earth I'm trying to prove.
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to.

WELL... THERE HAS NOT BEEN A SONG FOR NEARLY A MONTH BECAUSE MOST OF THE TIME I MYSELF HAVE BEEN SITTING IN A HOTEL... NOT BECAUSE THE WIFE KICKED ME OUT BUT BECAUSE OF IDIOT CONTRACTORS WHO JACK UP THE JOB AND HAVE TO START OVER...

Sheena is a Punk Rocker by The Ramones

Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfboards and they're going to the Discotheque Au Go Go
Well she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah

Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, now
Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, now

Well she's a punk punk, a punkrocker
Punk punk, a punkrocker
Punk punk, a punkrocker
Punk punk, a punkrocker, oh

Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfboards and they're going to the Discotheque Au Go Go
Well she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah

Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, now
Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, now

Well she's a punk punk, a punkrocker
Punk punk, a punkrocker
Punk punk, a punkrocker
Punk punk, a punkrocker, oh

Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, now
Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, Sheena is
A punkrocker, now

Now!

Ich kann's so an euren Gesichtern sehen
Ihr seid Romantiker
Ihr seit Menschen, die auch Kultur haben wollen im Urlaub, ja
Mit anderen Worten
'Ne Paella essen, die der Gastgeber noch selber gemacht hat
Ein kleiner Familienbetrieb
In el Arenal, is' euer Lieblingsplatz Leute
Der Ballermann sechs!
Guantanamera!

WHEN I HEAR THE RAMONES IT ALMOST MAKES ME WANT TO CRY... WHEN ROCK WAS SIMPLER AND LESS PRETENTIOUS... IT ALSO MAKES ME WANT TO SMASH THINGS...

October Song by Amy Winehouse

Today my bird flew away
Gone to find her big blue jay
Starlight before she took flight
I sung a lullaby of bird land every night
Sung for my Ava every night

Ava was the morning, now she's gone
She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan
In the sanctuary she has found
Birds surround her sweet sound
And Ava flies in paradise

With dread I woke in my bed
To shooting pains up in my head
Lovebird, my beautiful bird
Spoken 'til one day she couldn't be heard
She just stopped singing

Ava was the morning, now she's gone
She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan
In the sanctuary she has found
Birds surround her sweet sound
And Ava flies in paradise

I DONT MEAN ANY DISRESPECT. I HARDLY KNOW AMY WINEHOUSE. BUT I AM ALWAYS A LITTLE SUPPRISED HOW MUCH I LIKE HER MUSIC AND HOW DEEP HER LYRICS ARE. I GUESS KNOWING WHAT I KNOW ABOUT HER I EXPECT A KIND OF BURN OUT.

Rocket Fuel by DJ Shadow

Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Get ready, y'all
Get ready
Ready, set
Steady, bet
Get ready
Ready, set
Steady, bet
Get ready

This be the green light, go
Tires burn the pavement
People wanna know where Mase, Pos, and Dave went
Still here, still in your ear
With a style so hot, you'll see where all the sun rays went
Legs, arms, and head all being moved in a frenzy
The blends we all the right cred
Meaning credentials
Best of both worlds
When we rocking over pearls in the instrumental

Are you ready? (Ready) Set? (Set)
Jump to the rhythm as hard as you can go
Keep it steady (Steady), to the letter, right? (Bet)
Turn it up, we giving a show
But can you rock it like rocket fuel?
What you talking 'bout? Space or out your mind?
But can you rock it like rocket, fool?
That's a close encounter of what kind?

I'm a disc jockey
What's a disc jockey?

When it was time to get it lit we got it hot like fever
Sick with the talk, pass to your receiver
All about running the spot
And you know we got breath control so no need to take a breather
Cardio kingpins
Subjugate the dubplate
And you know we can't wait to bring spins
Aced all quizzes, A-plussed the final
Vocals we align, we move it all simul-
-taneously over joints we rock
We earned thirty years, so you can say that we got
Three turns, live off the board, unlike you and your chessmen
We install doubt in you and your yes-men
And if the game have veins, we'll insert the needle, upheaval the ground
'Cause the adrenaline we blend with the sound
Is our thing, relieving the kings of all crowns

Are you ready? (Ready) Set? (Set)
Jump to the rhythm as hard as you can go
Keep it steady (Steady), to the letter, right? (Bet)
Turn it up, we giving a show
But can you rock it like rocket fuel?
What you talking 'bout? Space or out your mind?
But can you rock it like rocket, fool?
That's a close encounter of what kind?

Ready, set
Steady, bet
Then jump to the rhythm as hard as you can go
Turn it up, y'all, peep the flow

Are you ready? (Ready) Set? (Set)
Jump to the rhythm as hard as you can go
Keep it steady (Steady), to the letter, right? (Bet)
Turn it up, we giving a show
But can you rock it like rocket fuel?
What you talking 'bout? Space or out your mind?
But can you rock it like rocket, fool?
That's a close encounter of what kind?

Ready, set
Steady, bet

But can you rock it like rocket fuel?

UM... SHADOW... IM STILL UNCLEAR ON WHAT YOU MEAN BY ROCK IT LIKE ROCKET FUEL. PLEASE EXPLAIN... 

Sombody That I Used to Know by Gotye

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Somebody
I used to know
Somebody
That I used to know

WHAT IS IT WITH SINGING NAKED AND PAINTED?... PETER GABRIEL DID IT BACK IN THE DAY... TODAY'S SONG IS CHOSEN BY MY BUDDY JULY...