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Hard to Compete Hard to Compete (version 2) Heartland Feeling He's A Mighty Good Leader High 5! (Rock the Catskills) Hollowlog Hotwax Howlin Wolves |
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have you got a fine place to slip to when you're feeling down? have you had a week or two just to get your troubles down? found a lot of life and laughter with a grandfather in the bowery she had a body of sixteen or seventeen she had a mind of forty i met her on a cold day in a city far away with the worlds about zero and i saw at once into her soul she's gonna call me her hero then like a walk in the rain or the lane i found a lot of death that day with the grandfather in the bowery cause i loved her like the world she had a halo of gold told me stories of her life and the courage was sublime cause you're mine i walk the line cause you're mine i walk the linetop
You said go You said stay Got so confused I tried to do both So I broke out in a sweat Cashed my check And I spent it to death 'Cause its hard to compete It's hard to eat When you're beating your fist on the ground And it's rude Did you ever even think about the impression you gave to the pigs To the kids With the hazardous waste in their wine And their eyes Their gasoline hairstyles Workin' their magic for you You said go You said stay You said try a combination Didn't know where to start I was lost I was beige I was over and under my age Like a video Like a chick Like a dead man moving to quick In my way Had no plan Dealin' out papers into the wastecan Tryin' hard to stay awake And the rest of the best was a big mistake So let's drive Right into the ground Hold it down with the garbageman-clown 'Cause it's a deal It's a noose It's news It's penniestop
You said go You said stay Got so confused I tried to do both So I broke out in a sweat Cashed my check And I spent it to death And it's hard to compete And it's hard to eat When you're beating your teeth on the ground And it's rude Did you ever even think about the impression That you gave to the pigs To the kids With the hazardous waste in their wine And their eyes And their gasoline hormones Accessories accessorising You said go You said stay You said try a combination But I din't even know where to start I was lost I was beige I was over and under my age Like a video Like a chick Like a dead man moving too quick In my way Had no plan Passin' out flyers for some punk rock band From San Diego A freak show It's purposely out of control Soakin' it like a sponge She's tidying up the grunge The expectations were pulsing so pure Over-rated bleakness So hard, so easy to endure 'Cause it's plain and it's real Back to the future Make a new deal With the distortion soundin' fake And the rest of the best was a big mistake So let's cruise Let's freak 'Cause it's payday everyday of the week (Go, baby, go, baby, go) (Go, baby, go, baby, go)top
[Female voice: I'm totally fucked up. I can barely speak. I'm totally fucked up. They gave me so many drugs. But, uh...I'm gonna be here... [Beck speaks]Alright, what we're talkin about here is...is kind of a...it's a heartland feeling...like, uh, Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen feeling. Ok, what you gotta get together is a... some...a heartland folk singer. Uh, we're gonna need a real quick... Uh, John Cougar Mellencamp, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seeger...that type of feel. A Mellen feeling. You know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh...of a heartland quality, uh, just powerful straight-forward music. And if you can't get just the right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.] old man Johnson got his head in his hand makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band with hair all down in his eyes and the microphone all covered with flies when he gets done playin', goes back to his room climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots and he picks up a magazine, turns on the tv lights a cigar as he's fallin' asleep well he's only a person who doesn't know shit yea, nothin' happenin' that's about it yeeaaaahhh well little rosanna came from texarkana had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana came into town not lookin' for much well she found a hound dog and she named him Dutch she got a job at the arcade takin' quarters but she was never too good at takin' orders so one night she stopped givin' out change she kicked the boss in the shin and unplugged the games she's only a person who doesn't know shit nothin' happenin' that's about it ooo ooo, yea yea yea sam got canned at the cannery she punched out the clock that night his knuckle was bleeding as he walked home he was cold and he had a headache well his wife was cookin canned beans he took out all the money out of his jeans and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink as his wife handed him a drink he was only a person who didn't know shit nothin' happenin' that's about it oh yeah wooo ooo ooo smiley was lookin' for handouts sleepin' in an abandoned lighthouse down at the mini-mall shakin' his hat washin' windows with his bare hand he found a sports car with the keys in the ignition it just seemed so easy he took a joyride, drove it into a hedge came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head well he's only a person who doesn't know shit nothin' happenin' that's about it ooo ooo yea well janie was born in a small town everybody just standin' around they had bingo games and the raffle everybody chewin' tobacco well she grew up kinda restless all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists well, she got a job at the truck stop and she got old fast and never did what she wanted she's only a person who doesn't know shit nothin' happenin' that's about it yea yea yea....oh yea, etc.top
he's a mighty good leader he's a mighty good leader he's a mighty good leader all the way all the way, lord from up to heaven he's a mighty good leader all the way he led my mother he led my mother he led my mother all the way all the way, lord from up to heaven he led my mother all the way he's a mighty good leader he's a mighty good leader he's a mighty good leader all the way all the way, lord from up to heaven he's a mighty good leader all the waytop
High 5, High 5! High 5, High 5! [rappers]: " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Aw, yeah, I like that shit." When I arrive it's like a high 5 A slap in the face I love the taste All my days with my wheelchair ways Watch me die in my suicide high I don't mean to cause a holy commotion When I step to the room with a powerful motion Leopard skin let the records spin 'Round and round with the speed of sound High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket! Rocky mountain low we gotta go Put that gadget in the random mode Cripple candy rocking the Tandy Rhumba, buckshot, doing the foxtrot In my car sweating like a dog Beers and chairs new frontiers On my way from the 'Frisco Bay Dixieland, soda-pop man High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket! [spoken]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode Talking about popping chocolate Beck--Like in the last century [rapper]: "Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other record!..............Damn!" High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket! [rapper]: "Ok, now. Who likes designer jeans. Everybody, designer jeans! say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, sassoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody! One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sassoon! Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the ladies. All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girls. Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente! Say Jordache turned it up!"top
go where you want to do the things you feel walk around with a broken leg and a hundred-dollar bill get yourself a pistol get yourself a dog stay up all night getting drunk sleeping on a hollow log walk 'til you're restless sleep 'til you're tired wake up without thinking you're the one that I desiredtop
Hot milk Mmmm...tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On hi-tech street We go solo Dance floors and talk shows Hot dogs, No Doz Hot Sex in back rows I wanna know what makes you scream Be your twenty million dollar fantasy Treat you real good Expensive jeans Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene Touch it real good if you want a piece Party people know I'm that type of freak People look so snooty Take pills make them moody Automatic bzooty Zero to tutti fruitti Sex in the halls Niagra Falls Local shopping malls receive Anonymous calls Hot like a cheetah Neon mamacita Eat at tacoria Pop lockin' beats from Korea Looking like jail bait Selling lots of real estate Looking like a hot date Banging like an 808 Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this? Norman Schwartzkoff Something tells me you want to go home Champagne, bibles Custom clothes you own Calling up from special area codes Hollywood nuns with the Hollywood phones I got nothing to do, nowhere to go I'll tell you what you want If you want to know Satin sheets Tropical oils Turn up the heat Till the swimming pool boils Let all the neighbors Read it in the papers Making all those gentlemen cry Realistic tears Jockin my Mercedes Probably have my baby Shop at Old Navy He wish he was a Ladytop
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun Dragging my heels 'til my day is done Saturday night in the captain's clothes Tender horns blowin' in my jury 'fros Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro * I can't believe my way back when My Cadillac pants going much to fast Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger, spots on my hand I been spreading disease all across the land Beautiful air-conditioned, sitting in the kitchen Wishing I was living like a hit man Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with me Because I get down I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro * Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western Unions of the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants And you got the hotwax residues You never lose in your razor blade shoes Stealing pesos out of my brain Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes Radar systems piercing the souls You never get caught with the wax so rotten All my days I got the grizzly words Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro. * girl: "who are you?" man: "I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm." girl: "why did you come here?" man: "I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...." *chorus translation: "I'm a broken record, I have bubblegum in my brain"top
celebration pineapples and kumquats simultaneously exploding cokes in the fruit of eternity lighting matchsticks and candles drawing pictures with god ???? severing the tires of god covering yourselves with masking tape ??? [unintelligible stuff and noise] "lacksadaisical" fermented elastic comatosetop
