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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:32:10 GMT
Brand New Bass Guitar
Well I, I went to buy myself a handgun Why you think man, to shoot down everyone So you better go running star But I spent all my money on this cracked out piece of shit called the bass guitar Well here we go With a break down low Say hello baby
We all know what you got to do Always just comes down to you We all know what you got to do man Always just comes down to you
Shut that door Spewing all over the floor Say hello baby
Well I, I went drinking down at the bars I went drink driving in your mama's car So you better go running star Cos right now I'm not really sure if I can drive for shit but, ahhha
Well here we go With a break down low Say hello baby
Run young son got himself a brand new bass guitar Young son got a brand new bass guitar Young son got a brand new bass guitar...
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:32:57 GMT
Salvador
Chorus. From here to Salvador the ladies dance To fill us reckless sons with the passions of the heart
I've been around this town for so long She's been dancing since the first day I've been all around but I love coming back to see Lucy She swings me over to pull me out twirls around And I fall about in giggles and laughter Oh I'm plastered and can't deal help it I'm sorry love
Bridge. What's to falling feeling feet but you know Who dancing around these streets there Lonely like you and your falling to ask For a dance or two
With a heart of gold and a face so pale With a second hand dress and the lips of a tempress
With a barstool banshee who howled at me The kings and queens of the clubs evolved from pubs And too much broken heart love And singing up the blues in a locked box bedroom A whap bopalu bop to whap bam boo Are you gonna take the chance Why do you care no one play fare And neither do the lords of the dance
Chorus.
Well a bang bang Anglo Saxons at the disco atishoo you all fall down Hound dogs rowl on the prowl for the next young girl Who told her daddy I'm going round Gemma's to learn and study Cos I'm young so free and I'm kinda sexy and when I'm on the floor All the boys that feel me and old dear diaries never been a friend of mine
Chorus.
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:33:21 GMT
Calm Down Dearest
Big bang, where we going what we doin this night I feel drunk already maybe drink got spiked But more likely of the like that I'm just a lightweight Well I don't care man I've been drunk forever I've sedated hatred I've sedated pages I've sedated worthwhile cages stages and all of my rage This is a good time to start dancing to this song man A good one dj play the record on man
So where be Joey get us a drink a dimp of whiskey And look at the lady she be shady but we maybe What you doing where you going to there after She said get the fuck out man you seem to be so plastered And we be all the night drinking it staring at the girls alike It's all good man what goes on drink your can Walking it drunk down the Strand And talk about how you missed the whole club queue Well who the fuck are you
Chorus x2 Heavy it's on my mind Say you feel just fine Racking stacking lines I said calm down dearest
I remember shooting shit down the old alleyways Talking tragedies of music like old Holiday I remember what we doing and I don't remember now It's the past it's the future I don't know how to carry on though the rights and wrongs Kick it like we know the songs Already before we rock steady down and on the dancefloor Well I don't get no fights when I get angry drunk I sit down in the corner and I sulk my fucking socks off
So who the fuck are we? Just the boys in the city It's all been done before and we do it again so We'll see you later alligators We'll be back I'm sure next week sitting in the bar you know So good bye bye We'll never try never to die but We're so young we don't understand if we canna fly So we're here now but we will be gone soon But not today not tomorrow not the next tune
Chorus x2
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:33:53 GMT
So Lonely Was The Ballad
So lonely was the ballad Harmonica man Sam was so knackered After jives of love He puts on the gloves then puts on his hat Then it's home to the missus who sits on his tongue Selfish sons with their packs of cigarerres Forking out two take your girl with the ticket Some times same other times not with it Standing at the picket man your hands they're freezing
Girls with their pearls on the flex of Monroe's Half gee blow Marilyn's gone loco Navahoo High ho silver hey ho let's go dancing with the average Joe's Who talk with their fists and argue with their friends Always take the piss but they're loyal in the end Watch out cuz they'll steal your girlfriend Take her round the back and she'll come back limping
Chorus. Girls singing on the bus fellas kicking up a fuss Crying out sighs but they're still looking dangerous This is definitely all for you Living life in the fast lane give it up when you got no game This is definitely all for you
So remember when you choke there is a reason being Leaving the town haven't been believing Blowing up smoke from the lung to the ceiling Making sure nightmares turn up in your dreaming We're all good as we bounce this way On the mic everyday hitting up the country Good times in the old city who listening and who wants war
Chrous
Some of them said you never made the cut Young son breakaway want to be older Sober as a judge as the door slams shut Three bags full and a yes for the no sir Say as you leaving get up to go go Say hello sha woddy woddy wa wo wo There's never been a better way of getting right out of this town on Monday I still wear up my old tap shoes they fit You and me look twelve years old back when I was ten Whilst boozy Suzi got woozy with a who's he advantage taking If I ever see again that chaperone get kicked in the teeth High street down town well the dress is ripped and her shoes are soaking One step three back drinking potion
Chorus
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:34:17 GMT
Back In The Game[/u]
Take your brother down to the sea Have a two's on a cigarette Young sons mozy it happily Learn facts on the soviets A crowded room that fits just three Takes four do you connect All this shit means fuck all to me Long livers in the subsect
So crazy Billy Jay Jones Robs banks just for the shits Alone giggling so stoned pick up the phone Cos that money I lent you said was just a loan You're danger prone With too much gel and a whiff of dad's cologne Leave me alone Cos now you're come down and You've just gone lowered the tone
Chorus x2 But after about ten dear minutes he was Back in the game Thought he was done man thought he was finished Back in the game
With a tainted brain of intoxication purple heart smart ass Got on a transistor said that you missed her Looking for selectors and found no one better than you With brother boys blue kick up the old take up on avenue Or two and do what you do Kicking up time cos now it comes down And it's for who the bells toll.
Chrous x2.
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:34:41 GMT
Operation[/u]
Sitting heavy in the operation and the people said they can't walk out I remember you walking in that's why you've got this door Looking lock stock on the older days my time Seems to be running away singing up songs or the rights and wrong I don't expect any more from me oh
Chorus x2. To all the dead people especially out to Diego A friend with the criminal intention of the bad liaison
Bridge. Take your problems to the United Nations Tell old Kofi about the situation Tell him how you left the whole congregation Sitting on their own in the pews all alone
Well the have ago hero shouts in the old door luck Sinning it down this sucks For the breaks of the no go zero kicking it down Don't want to raise, sing him up, give him away Have a good luck I ain't no abacas but you can count on me love
Chorus x2
Bridge x2
Is it away out of the day calling yourself back to kingdoms Is it a time singing your lines for old Broadway Time it has passed for being the last to enter the race for the future It pass so fast and fast is thin and that's why were withering So good is the bad the ugly left with your face in the morning You screamed at the back told her just jack about how you lived on the weekend So killers in the midst told you about it years before you answered The whole of the point the real today is passed and now you're finished
You scream like nothing's wrong, sons of silence are in them songs out loud for the reservation, it's all thriller no filler Then a beat came up the line, 3 or 4 times, it's the first time you say It's all filler no thriller
To the lost boys in a lost town, to the lost girls in the lost and found I'll find you out when you hit the ground Don't stop moving baby dance around x3
You scream like nothing's wrong, sons of silence are in them songs out loud for the reservation, it's a thriller no filler Then a beat came up the line, 3 or 4 times, it's the first time you say It's all filler no thriller.
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:35:08 GMT
Sheila[/u]
Chorus. Sheila goes out with her mate stella, it gets poured all over her fella, cos she's says, man he ain't no better Than the next man kicking up fuss drunk, She stumbles down by a river Screams calling London, None of us heard her coming, I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo Any time she sing a song, The other girls sing along And tell all the fellas that the lady is single A fickle way to tickle On my young mans ting She's up for doing what she like Any day more like the night She drowned drunk the sorrows That she bought borrowed She didn't like fights, But at the same time undersood that Fellas will be fellas till the end of time
Jack had a gang That he called "The Many Grams", He was known as smack Jack the Cracker Man In life he was dealt some shit hands But the boys got the back now And Jay went the same was As Mickey and Dan Dependent mans upon the heroin And man Lisa had a baby with Sam, And now Jack on his own man, Well done Jack, glug down that cider, Your right shes a slut And you never fucking liked her Not like what he stopped so shocked Cos it turns out the last dance Killed the pied piper Tough little big man friends With your daughters Only cos they drive him To pick up all his quarters Crawler, larger lout brawlers Fall to the floor think they're free But they aint near the border Too young gunned down are by your hell fire corner Always did a favour, But never took a order, Behave young scally wag, A fine young galahad Glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags, Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag Slag better understand He came for the glamour But this town's original Superficial the issue For one dear Jack, 35 doppelgangers
Chorus
So this a short story bout the girl Georgina Never seen a worse, clean young mess Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya, With love, god bless, we lay her body to rest, Now it all dear started with daddys alcoholic Light weights chinking down, numbing his brain, And the doctor said He couldn't get the heart dear started Now beat up, drugged up She feeling the strain She says in a rut What the fuck Im spose to do Suck it up start stop keep running through, True but you try aint easy to do, She been buckle belt beaten From the back like a brat, Dunno where she goin But she know where she at, So Georgy its time to chain react, But the truth is you know She probably fought back, Tears stream down her face, She screamed away, When I fall, no one catch me Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly Get scared, I'll scream and shout But you know it won't matter She'll be passing out I say giggidibidup just another day Another sad story, thats tragedy, Paramedic announced death at 10.30 Rip it up kick it to sput up the views
Chorus x2
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:35:27 GMT
Pacemaker[/u]
Juveniles hide your porno mags the girls got problems at her yard So she's packing up her bags full of rags her man got done from Pa Na Na While the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty deck of fags Body bags come back off planes from war torn Iraq It's the stark naked truth a dark aftermath With baby T, the juice, and the dog just barks Remember how the bully always had the last laugh
It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car And a lump in your throat she won't understand Two's on a cigarette and a talk blah blah Bloody hell die o blah da glug down liquor While life goes on for all the day-trippers it starts off small but it's gonna get bigger By the end of this letter it may all be better
Well she's always asking with the who, where and how The girls say ooh la la Well if I had another chance I'd do it differently now And the girls say ooh la la la la la la
From Trafalgar Square where the crack pipe reeking To in your dark damp flat the ceiling's leaking You fell in love when you first started chatting But got so bored cos she never stopped speaking Consider this son one of the bad behaviour He's keeping all the freebies delivering the papers Ya haters shake down fakers ah you'll never get nowhere cos we're the Pacemakers
Pretty please me ah she's easy on the eye Some say that today only the good young die Yippy yo kay ay it's been a right good day I wanna ask questions but I don't mean to pry How did you get to where you're going to before you came Slowly moseying Through this bar you started your race Johnny cock-a-roo wants his money Better give to the man he's a fruit and nut bar
Gotta see the GP coughing up lungs And the doc said stop or you're gonna die young Well I haven't even started to do what I'd done You young don't listen you just carry on Well we heard it all before when you song got sung Get a grip son why cos you always drunken We're not captain's just skivvy sunken Hum drum drum live fast die young
Blister skin stumbling the road rocky and trespassers on the private property Remember back then it was the rant the banter While young songs watch their young pars get cancer While vagabond sandy crying out for a nista Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery Well sing-a-long Sam this is a song about you We all went out and we got pistola
I don't wanna fight he's a right big cunt But the fellas say go on my son my son Well it's all a bit of fun til someone gets done But the fellas say go on my son my son I'm more likely to pick up and run But the fellas say go on my son my son Ah fuck, well he's a right big cunt I'll knock him one fuck that run run.
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:35:49 GMT
Dry Off Your Cheeks[/u]
Chorus. My old heart it's been 13 hours too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew
Verse. Love it oh sometimes at least I fall Put it up to much to call home sometimes Well I dance the two step look at you swing Not sure what I mean don't know what I sing I just dance on the harpsichord string Move it down when your coming up Lose it down when your tip toe dancing Enhancing all the pressure prancing All around this place every night and Day when we were in the rat race Shouting back to the oldest people Chat at the tenor in the cold top steeples Like no screaming My dear they will dry off ya cheeks And never been down the factor to much of That can bring you right down to tragedy more oh me Losing myself in this race You see me see me see me see me seeing me See me see me me me What's in my liberty In a hectic test a no one protestin you when imp so damn scared Live for the life and the love I need an the lead in the life cos I never Play fare
Chorus
Verse I got my own way home I got my own keys So why you looking at me like your a lady I got my own kinda groovy Smoking too much and drinkin You bring yourself down in pain Bdbbyebdbdyebdbyebdye For the love of the living and the live cut free She all on the floor while I drink whiskey And look to the corner think about me all about me Never go self cos your walk with a pelvis white boy Elvis dance around This floor much quicker than you Look at this look at the boys dancin think there impressin but they ain't Do shit I'm on groove from the grooving loosing as I use ya as I go moving crying the tears not for myself and not for you honey have no Fear And now I break to the floor when the old piano comes crashing Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm gonna do but I aint here for more Take my last match with desperate passions and a few up facts
Chorus x2
Verse Love it oh sometimes at least I fall Put it up to much to call home Sometimes.
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:36:18 GMT
Ike & Tina[/u]
If you smile girl I'll dance these tiles I'll give you everything that I got Saves on a sovereign and ah what fuck it you can have the whole lot I'm only like joking, I'm much better off win a gamble slot jackpot And dance with the devil on Friday Max says beans are like the touch of god Why not, I haven't got grief til Monday
Some say kids don't study they cram God damn hate that I am what I am With slurs and urs and a half done gram I jig to the floor with my mama's raybans Looking like something out of Only Fools and Maybe I am but you ain't understanding This ain't a crash no smooth up landing Kids sing along swing bedroom hanging
We're stunned and stuff alleyway writing Double timing and all your violating Oh policeman coming fair enough
Sonny run the whole the half mile Runny runny run the half mile Run run sonny run sonny run the whole half mile
Now I'm down, well I'll chill with lick I spit drips on the floor Drink up liquor much quicker than the next man bitter Cos she rolls with lager and never ask question Where's my old friend licky when I'm feeling the substance I'm like gurning it off a my face Need a hug need corruption and need the silent violent seduction Move it down for people I used to know when I used to see Wanna kick it on a solo ticker drink me like liquor drop and mc and that She don't know what she's chatting about They love it when they live it and liver lover give rip it unwritten There she start kissing I'm loving loving loving she's always hugging I'm just loving loving
So if you're gonna run run sonny better Run run sonny run the half of the mile When police come run run sonny run run Sonny run the half of the mile
All the kids do is buy you grief All parents get is no fucking sleep Even rip home when I'm chilling on Drink it down doing I ta bit better off and on Songs of the rights and wrongs Sometimes come around with a battle roll gong Other times you be ruining rhymes and ruining Vision and ruin incision and ruining spitting liquor on me Got me feeling up ya leaving up me breathing on the floor As I be giving you grieving I'm finished with the cunts Over and out, cuz ready up roll
Here's to born of enough panic, panic button and Stack tone static and all of you can listen to this tune While you waiting in STD clinic waiting rooms As you ever your mother said you late bloom
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:36:39 GMT
If You Got The Money[/u]
If you got the money, I think it would be funny To take your girl, and spend a bit of your cash for me (I've been watching you) Cos then she might be happy, and no longer lonely And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free
An' all the boys they go, da-dee-doo-da-da-dee-da-doo-dah...
I spend late nights trying to pick up love Off the floor, where the other brothers leave it be Though it's stuck down hard it's like chewing gum While a girl on the floor singing R.I.P. Cos the songbirds don't do singing on pavements No sweet melody the sound of spit and we Spat, Orbit, spoke of lost hopes So toot what took man choke on it We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven By three we are thinking of the love we lost By four we be high, thinking of the girl lost second Check the odds, was it worth the cost? Do you give a toss? Or are you, looking away? Wondering why you can't eat? Why you never sleep? Drunk all the time? Cold in the heat? What you sow man is what you reap If you've got the money, I think it would be funny To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me (I've been watching you) Cos then she might be happy, no longer lonely And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free (I've been watching you)
You were always meant to walk out that job You keep stopping, should tell your girl more often That loving is all about doors unlocking Now you're certain enough near a man free With a Buddy Holly hiccup on a karaoke Tweedle on the needle, man you're just for thread My great granddaddy fought in Gallipoli He's the only of his friends not shot down dead Lovers all talk in the spits and tongues Fight in the playgound, bully each other Double dare kids up pollute their lungs Threaten with the rep of their big boy brother Some of the other stay, give it up and run away Momma still wants you home for supper Work all day, little to no pay Dance up-town right down to the gutter
With the dee-dom dom-dee Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee (I've been watching you)
Ah, she wants money, money, money, money, money
If you've got the money, I think it would be funny To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me (I've been watching you) Coz then she might be happy, no longer lonely
And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free Said, ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-money oh Said, ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-money oh
(I've been watching you)
If you've got the money, I think it should be funny To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me Cos then she might be happy, no longer lonely And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free.
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Post by mrgosh on Sept 16, 2009 14:37:00 GMT
Alicia Quays
Mother talks to u like nothing is better than you going out on a Tuesday Well I'm not sure what to do but man I swear man I slay from far away Why is it that always on the weekend no one's ever around to shout Oh people working to hard or drinking to hard the mattor of the fact I'm Never quite sure And they blaze it down to pull themselves up pull yourself rite the hook Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity spit Like guilty men in the sermon-grooving round this place like you never did Learn them I shake myself down I rattle myself out and put myself on the line To dry And why is it new years eve is always shit don't you know what I mean man Deal with it Its always the way its rolling and your girls like fucked off a Smirnoff ice I think once twice or thrice never made no difference to me I'm A skinny little white runt with the head lice never been better than money Never been heartedly starting this city but I've always been around this town Since the first day I was born and I've been losing frequency and losing Sound and losing everything and I squander it all and I been up I been Around been in the dancehall since the first day in town and I still been Beating cheating falling to the floor when the kids are kicking I've been bleeding I've been losing well are you man born for the choosing And if you ain't better you better listen to the test as I start to impress Ya And if you ain't losing then you ain't grooving I'll still be down here on a low-key send you girl over and she'll blatantly Chat to me I been over I been over you've been down you've been down And now I've been all man moving all around the town all around and around I've been moving been grooving been all around choosing Now I'm back for the challenge who wants a challenge well I want it more
Now I'm on my train life in the fast lane never gave me no gain And the man says wakey wakey it's morning time on the northern line I'll all like bowling straight up to Camden all the way from your Farringdon Wanna make sure I'm a little Tired I no realise that in sighting a riot can be one stones throw and to Much dough That's why all the young men sniff too much blow I be thinking oh why never I sever it up before I think about forever ands I chat it back to the people I used to know kick it back and rolling in solo And why not what's to the beef no one really knows me so no one is a chief Chat it back like you never been a thief I'm a thriller licence to ill double 7 Upper killer never no me It's all the chat back to much of that never rack kick it back like a bitch Slap rite to my face in the mirror I kick it back thinner maybe my shirt Don't fit no more a hardcore man think he can fight up the law a shackle to The tenance and now it never work no more on a flow dedication to wario And now its me back to the further then it comes back looser than ever some Kids they think they get better they think their trendsetters but there Never pace makers
What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes I say it so much what am I what am I what am I what am I Makes no sense no more
It's like a march in here from the left to the right hey stomp there feet x4
Some kids they're chilling on corners out of order think them all better tie Your laces rat races hit the Pages write your own books and write your own spell checker I'm a better man Chillin in my own room Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate I drink down much quicker a glug glug On my liquor till I feel much better so talk to me about violence never no Me I'll sit further in silence When I drink it down I drink it up it feels my body and I feel fresher Tick up the tester regulator he's a two man shooting looting now I'm presumin Everyone be knowing dedication my name to JT Roll it down roll it down who wants to hoit themselves who's got the uppers Get them in then I'm done Click ya fingers can u smell that it lingers she a fat bitch but I still Give her one I'm a cheeky son where you from man were from the old London.
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