25 Years – Markus Gardeweg 0
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Elongo – Bedouin Soundclash 0
The last of some bad debris,
Falls through the coconut trees,
Twilight claims me,
Inching calmly.
Through restaurant radios,
Came a calypso,
Stood with elongo,
Inside a shadow.
Elongo, how long though,
from here to san pedro,
we draw lines in the sand.
Elongo, how long though,
Until we will get back home
The sun is setting low.
Will youth come and go,
Singing the songs they know,
Like Mother Teresa
And ????
And you fly paper planes,
A cow wake is where they lay,
The roots of your family,
The guns of your history.
Eloongo, how longo,
From here to san pedro,
We draw lines in the sand.
Elongo, how long though,
Until we will get back home,
The sun is setting low.
Is it sailing away,
Or am I waiting in vain?
Do you break all your chains,
For it to all wash away.
Elongo, how longo,
From here to San Pedro,
We draw maps in the sand.
Elongo, how long though,
Until we will get back home,
The sun is setting low.
Elongo, how longo,
From here to San Pedro.
Elongo, how longo,
From here to San Pedro
We draw lines in the sands,
We draw lines in the sands.
The last of some bad debris,
Falls through the coconut trees,
Twilight claims me,
Inching calmly.
Fuck You – Vains Of Jenna 0
I see you drivin’ ’round town with the girl I love
And I’m like, “Fuck you”
I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough
I’m like, “Fuck you and fuck her too”
Said if I was richer, I’d still be with you
Ain’t that some shit?
Although there’s pain in my chest, I wish you the best
With a fuck you
Said I’m sorry, can’t afford a Ferrari
But that don’t mean I can’t get you there
Yeah, he’s an Xbox and I’m more Atari
But the way you play your game ain’t fair
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
Oh, said she’s a gold digger, just thought you should know better
Got some news for you
Go on and run tell your little boyfriend
I see you drivin’ ’round town with the girl I love
And I’m like, “Fuck you”
I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough
I’m like, “Fuck you and fuck her too”
Said if I was richer, I’d still be with you
Ain’t that some shit?
Although there’s pain in my chest, I wish you the best
With a fuck you
So do what you do, honey
But I got a warn you
I’m not the type of guy
Who waits around, no no, no no
One, two, three, four
I see you drivin’ ’round town with the girl I love
And I’m like, “Fuck you”
I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough
I’m like, “Fuck you and fuck her too”
Said if I was richer, I’d still be with you
Ain’t that some shit?
Although there’s pain in my chest, I wish you the best
With a fuck you
Nigga, I wish I never see your face
Get on back home one of these days
Fuck you
Ain’t that some shit?
I see you drivin’ ’round town with the girl I love
And I’m like, “Fuck you”
I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough
I’m like, “Fuck you and fuck her too”
Late Night Show – Vincent Minor 0
I sow and I reap
I’m my worst enemy
I’m losing memory
All I need is a little hit of E.C.T.
I knock myself out
I always do that
My luck is never learned
And it pulls the wisdom out of my teeth
He’s indoctrinated with a pregnant point of view
He’s constipated on a treadmill
On the late night, late night show
On the late night, late night show
I’ll use my camera
So I can’t distort
Or warp what’s really there
‘Cause I’ll see witches in cupboards
Catching killers
I’ll drink some Chianti
And read some Freudy
Double-dutch with Morrissey
And tap a secret in morse code…
… To Brian in the desert who’s doing L.S.D.
Sugar glider on your shoulder drew maps on me
On my body body, on my body body
Marching bands dance migraine heads to sleep
And a gentle touch of a masculine man
R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P. Rest In Peace
So get your masts out
Sail to the jungle of your 9 to 5
I got 5 to 9 stuck on the 405
His thoughts run in circles on conveyer belts
He’s balanced on a thin string when he sees a mouse
When my mouth opens… comes out
On the late night, late night show…
I sow and I reap
I’m my worst enemy
I’m losing memory
All I need is a little hit of E.C.T.
