Zespol: Common Sense
Album: Resurrection
Tytul: Another Wasted Nite With...
I got so much trouble on my mind
So I take time
Out my day
To pray and I say
Now I lay me down to sleep
Hopin' that I keep
My soul
Peep I'm gettin' old
And it's a cold cold world
And I ain't even got a bomber
Livin' with my momma
It's the same routine
Keep my room clean
I'm lookin' to do some new things but ain't shit to do
I'm twenty two catch
In the prime of my life
I have no time for a wife
I funnel through the tunnel
Disgruntled, tryin' to find me some light
In the rim of darkness
Aiight you sing, I may not be the darkest
Brotha
But I was always told to act my age and not my color
Knowin' that my color was that of the original
So now I sing the new negro spiritual
It goes get up stand up...etc.
It's like how can you understand the pain
When you never had to stand under the rain
When it rains it pours, and it's about to come down hard
Thank God I found you
As I walk down the road of existence
I get resistance
From all angles
I tangle
For cash
Hopin' it'll last
'Til the end of the week
But all I eat is fast food
And you know how junk food goes right through ya
So I return to the arab
And on the way back
I stop and the liquor store
Grab me a six pack
Knowin' that once I'm done with that I'll be back
To get some more
Once I get started I don't wanna stop
And I can't turn around
Brew - I can't turn it down
Ironically I turn it up
My liver I burn it up (Fat line)
It's my life I live it up
The cup I gotta give it up
One day
I'm cruisin' down a one way street and I done passed fun day
Three blocks ago
It itself life is an obstacle
As I maneuver through the manure I try to be responsible
I want a job but I ain't lookin - how come
I ain't tryin' to degrade myself bein' nobody's Calvin
But I'm a couch bum what makes it bad I had incentive
But I disintegrated
To a state that's stagnated
I procrastinated
I can't recall a day without bein' intoxicated
or blowed
Ain't dealin' with a full deck and any day I could fold
What makes it bad, I wasn't dealt that bad a hand
And I had a plan
But things didn't go through
The way they were supposed to
Thank God I found you
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under, I ponder
And try to keep my concentration
In this idiotic nation
They say become I doctor, but I don't have the patients/patience
Adjacent
To that situation
I want an occupation
That I'm into
'Cause yet if I begin to
Live to my potential
I went to
School for fourteen years and my best teacher was experience
I reminisce and wish
I could go back in time to eighty-nine
When there was just sunshine
But now it's like I'm gettin' older to so much strain and stress
I don't think I'll ever be happpy until I rest
In peace
Of mind
And find
Who I am
But thank God I found you
Zespol: Pluton Svea
Tytul: Rudolf Hess
Fängslad av freden 46 l?nga ?r
Du gav aldrig vika fällde inte en t?r
Pl?gad och sargad
Med bakbundna händer
En mördad martyr för Europas länder
Rudolf Hess
Kraften i din tro övervann smärtan
Rudolf Hess
Du lever för evigt i v?ra hjärtan
Europas söner mot varandra stred
D? flög du till England med ett budskap om fred
Sattes i bojor för din tro och din sak
Dom ville dej kröka men du förblev rak
Rudolf Hess
Kraften i din tro övervann smärtan
Rudolf Hess
Du lever för evigt i v?ra hjärtan
När du ser ett porträtt av denna gamle man
minns d? hans kamp
Och hur han brann för fred och frihet
För blod och jord
Som lön för mödan
tortyr och mord
Rudolf Hess
Kraften i din tro övervann smärtan
Rudolf Hess
Du lever för evigt i v?ra hjärtan
Rudolf Hess
Kraften i din tro övervann smärtan
Rudolf Hess
Du lever för evigt i v?ra hjärtan
Zespol: Terence Trent D'arby
Album: Early Works
Tytul: Weekend
Hurrah, the evening...
It's about quarter to five
I clean up my desk
And I don't want to hear no jive
My boss just asked me
"How 'bout working' late?"
I told him: "It's Friday...
You know I've got a date."
Six o'clock, and I'm almost through...
I took a shower, shaved...
And put on my blue suede shoes
Picked up my lady,
And headed down the street
"Before we go to the disco, baby...
How 'bout something' to eat?"
This is what I did...
Jumped in the disco
Everything starts coming alive...
My baby, swinging'...
She's doing the funky jive...
Everybody dancing
Out there on the floor
The DJ asked the mania:
"You want to hear some more, yeah?"
You know it's weekend, baby
You got to have some fun
Yeah, yeah - You know it's weekend, baby
'Til Monday morning comes...
Hey, hey, hey
Nothing's going to stop us, baby
We're having our fun tonight...
When we boogie on down to the disco light
The rhythm beat is going to make it all right
You can hear my heart when it falls apart
From the way you move your lips
Jump up, babyface, and dance some more
Let me see you shake those hips
Everybody now...
(I'm going to do it to my baby tonight!)
The weekend's through
It's Monday morning at eight
I can't go to bed
Because I can't be at work too late
Sitting in the office
With a dropping head
Can't wait 'til Friday
'Til the weekend again!
You know it's weekend, baby
You got to have some fun
Yeah, yeah - You know it's weekend, baby
'Til Monday morning comes...
Zespol: Union Underground
Album: An Education in Rebellion
Tytul: Until You Crack
Kiss your mother now I think you should
Kick you while you're down you knew I would
So I'm wearin' thin, same old trip again,
Face numb heroin, same old trip again
I said how long? Until you crack man
Drag your sister down you never learn
Teach your brother how and watch him burn
Feel you come I see your red flower loveliness,
Shoot the fun I feel your black hollow consciousness
I turned you on to what they call the fuckin' devil's son,
I kiss you all the feeble and the damage done,
Your paranoia is starting to bore ya'
The feeling is so that I'm sick and I'm breaking
Your paranoia is starting to bore ya'
My bleeding is for ya' so that I'm dead
