i know trance lyrics are proper wank in their meaning - but you cannot fucking whack what the lyrics on this tune creates; I know this silence - been here before. I'm walking blinded through your door. This is a sense of things to come, This innocence... oh, oh. Breathe in this moment - it's come and gone Further and faster through your soul. Open your eyes and breathe some more, Open your mind... oh, oh. Release yourself - it's a big sky. Reveal yourself, it's a big sky. We love, we leave. We take, we give. Release yourself - it's a big sky. and kieran did indeed pass out with emotion at leeds GG NYD at this point
Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift Twenty years of schoolin And they put you on the day shift
[tom] I wanna fuck a dog in the ass [mark] he wants to fuck a dog in the ass [tom] I wanna fuck a dog That's right kids I tried to fuck your mom in the ass Tried to fuck your dad in the ass could only find the dog.... and his ass [mark and tom] We wanna fuck a dog in the ass We wanna fuck a dog in the ass We wanna fuck a dog [tom] I tried to fuck a fucking pirate in the ass [mark] Aarrh me and me first mate a scurvy cur [tom] Tried to fuck a fucking pirate but I found the dog [mark, in mexican accent] Ahh that was no pirate man that was thy own sister [music stops] [mark] It's a Mexican pirate [mark and tom] We wanna fuck a dog in the ass We wanna fuck a dog in the ass wanna fuck a fucking dog [mark] fuck you
Pretty much anything Morrissey has ever written, but always been a massive fan of Cemetry Gates, pure genius: A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetry gates. Keats and Yeats are on your side. A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine. So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now? With loves, and hates and passions just like mine. They were born and then they lived and then they died. Which seems so unfair and I want to cry. You say: "Ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own. But I'm well-read, have heard them said a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more) If you must write prose/poems the words you use should be your own dont plagiarise or take "on loans". There's alweays someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall. You say: "ere long done do does did " words which could only be your own. You then produce the text from whence was ripped (some dizzy whore, 1804) A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side. A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine.
Yeah, yeah it's sick that, yeah that's good. Wait hold on a minute, pull it up, stop. You know what you wanna do with that right, you wanna put a bangin' donk on it! Yeah, yeah, yeah thats sick. That is sick! I can definitely drop to that one, all we need now is like a hook like. You know, You know what I've got actually the perfect one. Baseline! (Ahh wicked!) Put a donk on it. Electro! (Ahh that is sick that mate!) Put a donk on it. Techno! (Ohhh that is good!) Put a donk on it. Aye, thats good that Tony! Claaasicc Baseline! (Where'd you learn that one) Put a donk on it. Electro! (Yeah i like that.) Put a donk on it. Techno! (That one's good.) Put a donk on it. Donk d-donk donk donk donk. Covers goin' sick tonight, I'm like superman without kryptonite, phat as hell without cellulite, and I look well sick in a U.V light, speakin' of sick that's me on the mic, and if you don't like it get on ya bike, pack ya bags and get out my sight, otherwise its left right left goodnight, Mic controller, lyric amova, rhymes that im comin so quick like a soldier, so ya better know my name is Cover, if you wanna test me ya better not go there, if you go there ya gonna get messed up, Im'a beat on you till your face will drop, as I'm comin' you better get runnin', you better get gone or your gonna get dun in. I'm back, with professional status, the greatest mc, i'm likely to make this, take this mic and use it against yuz, other mc's just aint the same as, this kids been livin the dream, been glued to the mic since I was 13, gett in my worldso you will see, what life is like on a life support machine. Watch out, don't mess with this kid, a twisted misfit join the hit list. it's simple, a baby born gifted, nothing but lyrics when pens were lifted, raw talent, mixed with some sickness, rhyming ability oh so * deceiving * this recipe for your evenin' Dowie mc's inside, he ain't leavin'. Baseline! Put a donk on it. Electro! Put a donk on it. Techno! Put a donk on it. Aye, that's good that Tony! Baseline! (Where'd you learn that one) Put a donk on it. Electro! Put a donk on it. Techno! (Ahh thats sick that mate) Put a donk on it. Donk d-donk donk donk donk. Action is my distraction, reaction is interaction, clearly, dearly, really, see This mc may legally, commited never districted, convicted never restricted, respected hating the quiet, inspected making the riot, dirty, flirty, dirty, G douty, louty, shouty,Z making this observent, making the nation my servant, so venture, venture, surrender, the manly family, not tender worked in Manchester forever
Straight Outta Locash A crazy mothafucka named Gusto I fucked ya wife, cause the bitch is a big hoe I fucked ya sister, I fucked ya cat I would have fucked ya mom but the bitch is too fat! When I'm in ya neighborhood, ya betta dig a moat cause I'm comin to slit... ya motherfuckin throat! Blood is drippin, I'm not slippin Bitches panties, is what I'm rippin Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like Like to eat it, like to suck it Take a shit... in a bucket; Straight Outta Locash!!! Crazy motherfuckers, hah hah! Comin straight out of Locash, a crazy motherfucker named Dead Mike So get ready cause you're goin for a long hike off a cliff, I'm drivin you over Now ya dead with ya fo' leaf clover Float like a cannonball, sting like a shark I'm the nigga waitin for you in the dark Waitin to rob you, waitin to beat you A bullet in ya head is how I greet you A villain with a hat, and it's like that I tied yo' moms to a motherfuckin train track Flat on her back, I give her some crack It's ten o'clock - DO YOU KNOW WHERE YO MOMS IS AT? At my house wipin her ass She had to move... STRAIGHT OUTTA LOCASH!!!
It was the scene where he worked for the porn line in that basement. (1-800-DISS) Classic Used to be sat downstairs at 18 Dean Street every Saturday buying those records and the £6 tapes. Was actually in the attic trying to find all my old Bass Generator records vinyl last week too. They were nowhere to be seen though.
Well I think I see another side Maybe just another light that shines And I look over now through the door And I still belong to no one else Maybe I hold you to blame for all the reasons that you left. And close my eyes till I see your surprise And youre leaving before my time. Baby wont you change your mind? Surely dont stay long Im missing you now. Its like I told you Im over you somehow Before I close the door I need to hear you say goodbye. Baby wont you change your mind? I guess that hasnt changed someone Maybe nobody else could understand I guess that you believe you are a woman And that I am someone elses man But just before I see that you leave I want you to hold on to things that you said Baby I wish I were dead. Surely dont stay long Im missing you now. Its like I told you Im over you somehow Before I close the door I need to hear you say goodbye Baby wont you change your mind? mazzy star - halah [yt]nnne6N0c9ho[/yt]
In a dusty town a clock struck high noon, Two men stood face to face. One wore black and one wore white, But of fear there wasn't a trace. Two hundred years later two hot rods drag race through the very same place, And a half a million people, moved in to pick up the pace. A factory full of people, Makin' parts to go to outer space. A train load of people, They were aimin' for another place. Out of town people. There's a man in the window with a big cigar, Says everything's for sale. The house and the boat and the railroad car. The owner's gotta go to jail. He acquired these things from a life of crime, Now he's selling them to raise his bail. He was rippin' off the people. Sellin' guns to the underground. Tryin' to help the people, Lose their ass for a piece of ground. Rippin' off the people. Skimmin' the top when there was no one around. Tryin' to help the people. He was dealing antiques in a hardware store, But he sure had a lot to hide. He had a backroom full of the guns of war, And a ton of ammunition besides. Well, he walked with a cane, Kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside. Just a warning to the people, Who might try to break in at night. Protection from the people, Selling safety in the darkest night. Tryin' to help the people. Get the drugs to the street all right. Ordinary people. Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong, Might be here and it might be there. What starts out weak might get too strong, If you can't tell foul from fair. But it's hard to judge from an angry throng, Of hands stretched into the air. The vigilante people. Takin' law into their own hands. Conscientious people. Crackin' down on the druglord's land. Government people. Confiscatin' all the dealer's land. Patch-of-ground people. Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in. The vandals made a mess of things, And the homeless just walked right in. Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, But they might work here again, They're ordinary people. And they're livin' in a nightmare. Hard workin' people. And they don't know how they got there. Ordinary people. And they think that you don't care. Hard workin' people. Down on the assembly line, they keep puttin' the same thing out. But the people today, they just ain't buyin'. Nobody can figure it out. Well, they try like hell to build a quality end, They're workin' hard without a doubt, They're ordinary people. And the dollar's what it's all about. Hard workin' people. But the customers are walkin' out. Lee Iacocca people. Yeah, they look but they just don't buy. Hard workin' people. Two out of work models and a fashion slave, Try to dance away the Michelob night. The bartender poured himself another drink, While two drunks sat watchin' the fight. The champ went down, then he got up again, And then he went out like a light. He was fightin' for the people, But his timing wasn't right. For Las Vegas people, Who came to see a Las Vegas fight. High rollin' people, Takin' limos though the neon night. Fightin' for the people. And then a new Rolls Royce and a company car, They went flyin' down the street. Each one tryin' to make it to the gate, Before employees manned the fleet. The trucks full of products for the modern home, Set to roll out into the street, Of downtown people, Tryin' to make their way to work. Nose-to-the-stone people, Some are saints, and some are jerks. Hard workin' people, Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work. Alcoholic people, Yeah, they're takin' it one day, one day at a time. Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' up number 9. They're scrubbin' the boiler down, well, she really is lookin' fine. Ah, she's lookin' so good, they're gonna bring her back on line. Ordinary people. They're gonna bring the good things back. Nose-to-the stone people. Put the business back on track. Ordinary people, I got faith in the regular kind. Hard workin' people. Patch-of-ground people. Neil Young - Ordinary People.
Yeah, yeah it's sick that, yeah that's good. Wait hold on a minute, pull it up, stop. You know what you wanna do with that right, you wanna put a bangin' donk on it! Yeah, yeah, yeah thats sick. That is sick! I can deffinatly drop to that one, all we need now is like a hook like. You know what ive got actualy the perfect one. Baseline! (Ahh wicked!) Put a donk on it. Electro! (Ahh that is sick that mate!) Put a donk on it. Techno! (Ohhh that is good!) Put a donk on it. Ey, thats good that Tony! Ahahah sick! Baseline! (Where'd you learn that one) Put a donk on it. Electro! (Yeah i like that.) Put a donk on it. Techno! (That one's good.) Put a donk on it. Donk d-donk donk donk donk. Covers goin' sick tonight im like superman without kryptonite, phat as hell without celulite and i look well sick in a U.V light,speakin of sick thats me on the mic and if you dont like it get on ya bike pack ya bags and get out my site otherwise its left right left goodnight.Mic controller lyric amova rymes that im comin so quick like a soilder so ya better no my name is Cover if u wana test me ya better not go there, *if you go there ya gonna get messed up im'a beat on you till your face will drop, as im comin you better get runnin, you better get gone or your gonna get dun in. Im back, with professional status, the greatest mc thats likly to make this, take this mic and use it against yuz, other mc's just aint the same as, this kids been livin the dream been glued to the mic since i was 13, gettin my rhyms so you will see what life is like on a life support machine. Don't mess with this kid, a twisted misfit join the hit list. Simple, a baby born gifted, nothing but lyrics when pens were lifted, ... mixed with some sickness rhyming ability ... Dowie mc's inside, he aint leavin. Baseline! Put a donk on it. Electro! Put a donk on it. Techno! Put a donk on it. Ey, thats good that Tony! Baseline! (Where'd you learn that one) Put a donk on it. Electro! Put a donk on it. Techno! (Ahh thats sick that mate) Put a donk on it. Donk d-donk donk donk donk. Action is my distraction, reaction is interaction, ..... This mc may legaly, comited never destricted, convicted never restricted, respected hateing the quiet, inspected making the riot, .... Observent making the nation my servent, ..... ---------------------------------------------- Blackout Crew - Put a Donk on it!
The best trance lyrics ever.............. I hear you calling me Haunting me There\'s nothing I can do without you, without you... I stand here paralyzed I\'ve realised There\'s nothing without you, without you... If I could talk to you Embrace you Whisper in your ear I would tell you That, you are The only, The only thing I need The only only only... The only thing I need I hear you calling me... Haunting me... I am hypnotised Mesmerized As I walk toward the fire The fear comes over me And then I see The meaning of desire If I could talk to you Embrace you Whisper in your ear I would tell you That, you are The only, The only thing I need The only only only... The only thing I need If you could see my face Hold my hands Look into my eyes I would show you That, you are The only The only thing i need The only only only... The only thing I need You are The only The only thing i need
