Something to Grow On - today's song lyrics

[Gooch]

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Ben Folds Five

SMOKE

Leaf by Leaf page by page
Throw this book away
All the sadness all the rage
Throw this book away
Rip out the binding, tear the glue
All of the grief we never ever knew
We had it all along

Now its smoke
The things we've written in it
Never really happened
All of the people come and gone
Never really lived
All of the people have come have gone

No one to forgive smoke
We will never write a new one
There will not be a new one
Another one, another one
Here's an evening dark with shame
Throw it on the fire
here's the time I took the blame
Throw it on the fire
Here's the time we didn't speak
it seemed for years and years
Here's a secret
No one will ever know the
realsons for the tears
They are smoke

Where do all the secrets live
They travel in the air
You can smell them when they burn
They travel
Those who say the past is not dead
Stop and smell the smoke
You keep on saying the past is not dead
Come on and smell the smoke
You keep saying the past is not even past
You keep saying
We are, smoke

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[Maynard]

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Kate

She plays wipeout on the drums
the squirrels and the birds come
Gather around to sing the guitar
Oh I...have you got nothing to say

When all words fail she speaks
Her mix tape's a masterpiece
Walks through the garden
so the roses can see
Oh I...have you got nothing to say
And you can see the daisies
in her footsteps
Dandelions, butterflies
I wanna be Kate

Everyday she wars the same thing
I think she smokes pot
She's everything I need, She's everything I'm not
Oh. I...
Have you got nothing to say

She never gets wet
She smiles and it's a rainbow
And she speaks and she breathes
I wanna be Kate

Down by the Rosemary and Cameron
She hands out the
Bhagaved Gita
I see her around every couple days
I wanna meet her so that
I can say...hey Kate
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[Gooch]

Maybe this will help someone raise his IQ a few points...


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Biohazard

Wrong Side Of The Tracks


You're a fish out of water on the wrong side of the tracks
Gather up the boys to come and take your back
We stand all together against the opposed
We'll die for our brethren, that we have chose

On the wrong - side of the tracks
On the wrong - side of the tracks

Escalation, war in the streets
Catch one sucker and he gets beat
What you see is what you get
Soft motherfuckers will soon meet their end

On the wrong - side of the tracks
On the wrong - side of the tracks

And when you're in fuckin' Brooklyn
You best watch your back!

It took you damn long
To hear me sing this song
Cuz I'm the motherfucker from the wrong
Side of the tracks

Yo! Hey I'm from around the way
You'd better not stray on the wrong
Side of the tracks
Ducking from the 5-0
Didn't know where to go
Never should've stepped on the wrong
Side of the tracks
Hey! Yo cuz I'm good to go
I gotta get back from the wrong
Side of the tracks

Chorus:

Across the tracks
No one takes your back
Across the tracks

The boys in the gang
Want to see me hang
Well I had my bells rang on the wrong
Side of the tracks
Strapped, a broken pact
Caught in a trap on the wrong
Side of the tracks
Wrong or right, I had to fight
I ran for daylight to the right
Side of the tracks
A lesson to learn
When the tables are turned
YOu might get burned on the wrong
Side of the tracks
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[Gooch]

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Sevendust

Bitch

I can't imagine to be like you
The pain and the suffering you put me through woah
I can't imagine to be like you
The pain and the suffering you put me through

Don't tell me
I can't imagine to be like you
All the pain and the suffering I go through
You surround yourself with evil
Every night that you have is an equal

Don't hesitate
Or you'll live in your own hell
Out of my way
You're surrounded by evil
Don't hesitate
You can get away
Out of my way
Out of my way (huh)

The dark clouds that follow you
The rainy days will always find you
You can never get away
Evil comes another day

Don't hesitate
Or you live in your own hell
Out of my way you're surrounded by evil
Don't hesitate, you can't get away

I can't imagine to be like you
The pain and the suffering you put me through woah
I can't imagine to be like you
The pain and the suffering you put me through

Step up and
I can't imagine to be like you
All the pain and the suffering I go through
You surround yourself with evil
I hope it catches you up

I can't imagine to be like you
The pain and the suffering you put me through woah
I can't imagine to be like you
The pain and the suffering you put me through
I can't imagine to be like you
The pain and the suffering you put me through WOAH!
I can't imagine to be like you
The pain and the suffering you put me through

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[Maynard]

Biohazard

Wrong Side Of The Tracks

Great song. I just saw them do that live a few weeks back when they played with Clutch. You've got some good taste in music Goochy!

[Gooch]

Biohazard

Wrong Side Of The Tracks

Great song. I just saw them do that live a few weeks back when they played with Clutch. You've got some good taste in music Goochy!

thanks...
i'm pretty eclectic on music tastes...from Big Band to Beastie Boys...it runs gamut.

[Maynard]

I'm the exact same way. That's probably why I have a $50+ a week CD buying habit.

[Gooch]

I'm the exact same way. That's probably why I have a $50+ a week CD buying habit.

i had to stop....and try to download MP3's instead. I have hundreds upon hundreds of CD's. I was spending too much. I only buy a select few these days. (Pavement, Beck, Beasties, Dispatch, White Stripes, STP, etC)

[Maynard]

WEll, I d/l alot of MP3's too. I have something like 18 GB of MP3's. I actually prefer to buy the CD though, because no matter what anyone says, you lose alot of quality and I am very picky about that.

[Gooch]

<center>Public Enemy

Don't Believe The Hype

Back
Caught you lookin' for the same thing
It's a new thing - check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a hooligan
I rock the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to teach to all
'Cause some they never had this
Number one, not born to run
About the gun...
I wasn't licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome - a public enemy
Used, abused without clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Don't believe the hype...

Yes
Was the start of my last jam
So here it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little something
That we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang'em
I'll hold the rope
But they hope to the pope
And pray it ain't dope
The follower of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you understand
Until you hear the man
The book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind
We're brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the middle and
Not surrenderin'
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burgler, false media
We don't need it do we?
It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the hype...

Don't believe the hype - its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and dance at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of that
Some media is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause I've had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the hype
I got flavor and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green black red and
Gold down countdown to Armageddon
-88 you wait the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm negative
But they're not positive
But what I got to give...
The media says this


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[Maynard]

<center>Lies
Violent Femmes

Well I'm reading this poem
and it's so profound
and I like its rhythm
and I like its sound
it's by a very famous poet
no critic can criticise
and then I pause a moment
and I start to realize
he's tellin'
lies lies lies
on the motel TV.
I dig the evangelist
he'll tell you all about that
and then he tell you all about this
he's preachin' up a storm
by the sea of Galilee
he's mixin' up the truth
with something funny I start to see
he's tellin'
lies lies lies
I never had this problem
with nobody in the government
I guess I always figured
they never mean what they meant
and GOD help us all
not to be so stone surprised
when we wake up in the stars
with the skies in our eyes
if we keep tellin'
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