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title: Momento
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
composer: Bebel Gilberto/Masa Shimizu/Mauro Refosco
format: MP3
lyrics:
Tem tanta coisa aí tão escondida
Que você não quer nem mais lembrar
Quem sabe talvez só você queira 
Tanto tanto esconder
Tudo vai terminar
Tudo era um tormento
Deixa isso tudo passar
Vem viver este momento
dos momentos (4x)
Agora não tem mais
não tem mais nada que eu possa alcançar
Só dentro do meu peito
Eu quase paro
Eu não paro de me atormentar
Mas deixe isso tudo pra lá
Tudo era um momento
Deixe isso tudo lavar
Vem viver este momento
dos momentos (3x)
ah sim guarda (2x)
para sempre sempre sim 
guarda (4x)
dos momentos
Tudo vai terminar
Tudo era um momento
Deixe isso tudo pra lá
Vem viver este momentos
dos momentos
Tem que reciclar (2x)
Deixe isso tudo pra lá (2x)


title: Sun is shining
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Sol brilhando e a manhã chamando
Te envolvendo até as pontas dos pés
Na esperança de um melhor
Na lembrança
Aqui estou
Na esperança de um melhor
Na lembrança
Aqui estou
Aqui estou
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you wanna move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, you all, where I stand
Com arco-íris e a manhã chegando
E se quiser saber, tenho luz também
E a esperança de um melhor
Na lembrança
Aqui estou
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you wanna move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, you all, where I stand


title: Aganju
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Te esperei na lua crescer
Ví cadeira boa sentei
Espirrei na tua gripei
Por ficar ao léo resfriei
Você me agradou me acertou
Me miseravou, me aqueceu
Me rasgou a roupa e valeu
E jurou conversas de deus
Aganju
Aganju
Aganju
Aganju
Aganju
Aganju
Quem sabe a labuta quitar
Sabe o trabalho que dá
Batalhar o pão e trazer
Para a casa o sobreviver
Encontrei na rua a questão
Cem por cento a falta de chão
Vou rezar prá nunca perder
Essa estrutura que é você
Aganju
Aganju
Aganju
Aganju
Aganju
Aganju

(Kaô Kabiecilê, Xangô!)


title: Chica Chica Boom Chic
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Chica chica boom...
Chica chica boom...
Chica chica boom...
Meu coração faz chica chica boom chic
Com emoção o chica chica boom chic
O meu ganzá faz chica chica boom chic (chic chic chic)
Uma canção chica chica boom chic
uh...
rsrsrsrsrs
É brasileiro o chica chica boom chic
Com um pandeiro fazendo o chica chica boom chic
E vem a saudade da Bahia
Onde a gente tem, canjerê também
Numa batucada
Chic chic boom chic chic chic boom boom
Chic chic boom chic chic chic boom boom boom
Chica chica boom
Chica chica boom
Boom boom boom...
You don't make sense the chica chica boom boom boom
But it's meant to chica chica boom chic
É brasileiro o chica chica boom chic
Com um pandeiro fazendo o chica chica boom chic
Meu coração faz chica chica boom chic
Com emoção faz chica chica boom chic
E vem a saudade da Bahia
Onde a gente tem, canjerê também
Numa batucada
Chic
Chica chica boom
Chica chica boom
Chica chica boom
Chica chica boom
É brasileiro o chica chica boom boom boom (chic chic chic)
Com o pandeiro fazendo chica chica boom chic
E o meu ganzá faz chica chica boom chic
Prá eu cantar o chica chica boom boom boom
Com a canção do chica chica boom boom boom


title: Caçada
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
composer: Chico Buarque
format: MP3
lyrics:
Não conheço seu nome ou paradeiro
Adivinho seu rastro e cheiro
Vou armado de dentes e coragem
Vou morder sua carne selvagem
Varo a noite sem cochilar, aflito
Amanheço imitando o seu grito
Me aproximo rondando a sua toca
E ao me ver você me provoca
Você canta a sua agonia louca
Água me borbulha na boca
Minha presa rugindo sua raça
Pernas se debatendo e o seu terror
Hoje é o dia da graça, hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador
Eu me espicho no espaço feito um gato
Pra pegar você, bicho do mato
Saciar a sua avidez mestiça
Que ao me ver se encolhe e me atiça
E num mesmo impulso me expulsa e abraça
Nossas peles grudando de suor
Hoje é o dia da graça, hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador
De tocaia fico a espreitar a fera
Logo dou-lhe o bote certeiro
Já conheço seu dorso de gazela
Cavalo brabo montado em pelo
Dominante, não se desembaraça
Ofegante, é dona do seu senhor


title: Close your eyes
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
You know you can feel the breeze with patience of a lifetime
Dance above the trees to the rhythm in your mind
Gently touching your skin inside out
Floating on the seas, it carries me around
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone
Penso em você, sinto um gosto de mar
Nos grãos de areia, e eu a rolar
Vou rodar o mundo , mas aqui é o meu lugar
Eu vou rodar o mundo mas aqui é o meu lugar
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone
Since the day I left, from the start
I can feel megabytes of memories in my heart
Wish I disappear and wake up in some other place
Where there?s no pain or fear, is simple like 'Hello'
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone
You can close your eyes and never be alone


title: River Song
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Na branca espuma do mar
Que deixei meu coração se dar
Só resta a intenção de se deixar deixar
Vou te levar numa onda de paixão
Não vou parar
Nunca prá pensar
Sonho com o vento
Que não sopra mais
Gotas de um momento
Que não conta mais
E a chuva na montanha
E o rio que vai pro mar
Na branca espuma do mar
Que deixei meu coração se dar
Só resta a intenção de se deixar deixar
Vou te buscar de uma sombra de pura paixão
Não vou parar
Nunca de te amar
Brilha a luz do orvalho
Que nunca partiu
Como este rio
Que não se decidiu
Se é rio da montanha
Se é rio que vai pro mar
Sonho com o vento
Que não sopra mais
Gotas de um momento
Que não conta mais
Se é chuva na montanha
Se é rio que vai pro mar
De toda a correnteza
Que tudo vai levar
Vai levar
Rio que vai pro mar, vai levar...


title: Os Novos Yorkinos
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
composer: Bebel Gilberto/Didi Gutman/Sabina Sciubba
format: MP3
lyrics:
The telephone rings
I just got home
Serginho is calling in
He always knows some place to go
Someone's house or someone's show
Oooh, os Novos Yorkinos
Oooh, pura emoção
Oooh, sonhamos ao vivo
Quem vai nos dar a lição
Fáfa, farófa, farófa, farófa, farófa
Farófa, fará
The sun comes up
Over the high rooftopps of lower Manhattan
Give me another cup
Before the music stops
Until we go home or somewhere else
Oooh, os Novos Yorkinos
Oooh, nem precisamos dormir
Oooh, no mesmo caminho
Vamos pra casa ou sair
Oooh, eternos Yorkinos
Oooh, tão vagabundos
Oooh, estranhos no ninho
Esse é o meu mundo


title: So nice (Summer samba)
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Someone to hold me tight
That would be very nice
Someone to love me right
That would be very nice
Someone to understand
Each little dream in me
Someone to take my hand
To be a team with me
So nice, life would be so nice
If one day I'd find
Someone who would take my hand
And samba through life with me
Someone to cling to me
Stay with me right or wrong
Someone to sing to me
Some little samba song
Someone to take my heart
And give his heart to me
Someone who's ready to
Give love a start with me


title: Bring back the love
artist: Bebel Gilberto/Brazilian Girls
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
composer: Bebel Gilberto/Didi Gutman/Sabina Sciubba
format: MP3
lyrics:
Bring Back the Love
Bring Back the Love
Bring Back the Love
Chegou a hora d’agente conversar sobre o nosso amor
Você foi embora e eu fiquei aqui pensando no você falou
Sou uma mulher nova, mas também não sou
Sou mulher agora, mas também não sou
Bring Back the Love
Bring Back the Love
Bring Back the Love
Não tem pessoa nesse mundo que eu ame tanto como você
Não tem pessoa nesse mundo melhor para se descrever
Cinco anos não são poucos meu amor
Cinco anos não são, são, são...
Bring Back the Love
Bring Back the Love
Bring Back the Love


title: All in one
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
You, beyond my dreams
And everything above
Among the stars and love
You shine brighter than all
My all in one
And for you,
I count the hours, seconds and heartbeats
Because I know I want to spend the rest of my life
Only with you
Love, kisses, synchronicity, timeless and gaps
You are the one
You are my only one
And for you,
I will write endless melodies of love
Because I need someone to harmonize with me
My all in one
Time, age, sinchronicity,
Missed places, words will never ever
Take your place
In my mind, in my life
My only one
Love, kisses, synchronicity, timeless, and gaps
You are the one
You are my only one
You, beyond the dreams
And everything above
Among the stars
I love I love only you
My all in one
My all in one
You are my only one
You are my all in one


title: Simplesmente
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Every moment I'm near you
I try to understand
Every second I try to believe
In how I am
In the silence of moonlight
I find myself and you
Just as always I'm dreaming
I know you're dreaming too
And all the tears that I've cried
Are maybe drops of rain
After all
And every sunset sky
Is here with us forever now
Quando canto me lembro
De tudo o que é bom
Só passando por muito
Eu sei o que é dôr
Não quero nunca esconder
Talvez eu possa até me arrepender
Só porque então pensei
Que gente possa ser
Bem mais que um simplesmente ser
Don't have to try too hard
It's not a secret held after all
'Cause every falling star
Is here with us (forever)
Não quero nunca perder
Talvez eu pense até em querer
Só porque então pensei
Que gente possa ser
Bem mais que um simplesmente


title: Sem contenção
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Pra sempre não
Pra todos nao
Não quero ver nem mais sentir
Cabe a razão de cada um ter sua visão
Sem contenção, só de emoção
Pra ser feliz sem existir
De um por um so' pra explicar essa tua intenção
Mas sem contenção de emoção
Sem contenção, sem contenção
Sem contenção de emoção
Sem contenção, sem contenção
Pra sempre não
Pra todos nao
Não quero ver nem mais sentir
Cabe a razão de cada um ter sua visão
Só com a canção, sem coração
Com tanto tempo sem sentir
Sendo uma pura ilusão, só viver de emoção
Mas sem contenção de emoção
Sem contenção, sem contenção
Sem contenção de emoção
Sem contenção, sem...
Ah, ah... Ah, ah... Ah, ah...


title: The real thing
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Looking forward to seeing you
My, it's been such a long, long time
Looking forward to feeling you
Love has been so heavy on my mind
On my mind, all the time
On my mind
Had a chance to look forward
To be part of your love in my dreams
But I can't be happy with
Fantasizing instead of the real thing
The real thing, not my dreams
The real thing
* There are no words
That can express the way
I feel today
'Cause I feel today
Like no other day
Longing more and more
For your loving
There are no songs
That I can sing
To ease my troubled mind
'Cause my troubled mind
Will be a troubled blue
Until you say
You're coming home to me
So let me hear you sweet baby
Let me hear you say the words
Send your love in a hurry
Send it's melody by a love bird
A love bird, send your word
By a love bird
(* Repete/Repeat)
There is no other someone
That can ease my achin' heart
'Cause my achin' heart
Told my troubled mind
The only remedy to its pain
Is your love
Let me hear you say, baby
Everything's gonna be all right
Stop my heart from achin'
Stop my eyes from cryin'
Through the night
Through the night, I won't cry
Through the night


title: Cada beijo
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Até o anoitecer chegar
E nos envolver
Passando do azul pro azul escuro
Até o rosa iluminar você
Aqui distante eu vou chorar
Por nós dois
Blue, cada beijo
Cada beijo bom
Blue, que saudades
De te beijar
Blue, cada beijo
Cada beijo bom
Blue, cada beijo com sons
Agóra não tem mais azul nenhum
Sózinho fico com a lembrança sem côr
Blue, cada beijo
Com um gosto bom
Blue, cada beijo
Tem um tom
Blue, cada beijo
Cada beijo bom
Blue, cada beijo com som
Blue, cada beijo
Cada beijo bom
Blue, que saudades
De te beijar
Blue, cada beijo
Cada beijo bom
Blue, cada beijo com som


title: Bananeira
artist: Bebel Gilberto
album: So Far So Nice - The Best of Bebel Gilberto
albumartist: Bebel Gilberto
genre: Acoustic/Electronic/Nu-jazz
format: MP3
lyrics:
Bananeira não sei
Bananeira será?
A Bananeira sei não
A maneira de ver
Bananeira não sei
Bananeira será?
A Bananeira sei não
Isso é lá com você...(2x)
Será no fundo do quintal
Quintal do seu olhar
Olhar do coração...
Bananeira não sei
Bananeira será?
A Bananeira sei não
A maneira de ver
Bananeira não sei
Bananeira será?
A Bananeira sei não
Isso é lá com você...
Será no fundo do quintal
Quintal do seu olhar
Olhar do coração...
Bananeira não sei
Bananeira será?
A Bananeira sei não
A maneira de ver
Bananeira não sei
Bananeira será?
A Bananeira sei não
Isso é lá com você...(3x)
Será no fundo do quintal
Quintal do seu olhar
Olhar do coração...
Bananeira não sei
Bananeira será?
A Bananeira sei não
A maneira de ver
Bananeira não sei
Bananeira será?
A Bananeira sei não
Isso é lá com você...
Bananeira, bananeira, bananeira
Bananeira, bananeira, bananeira
Bananeira, bananeira, bananeira....


title: Fiction (Reprise)
artist: Belle & Sebastian
album: Storytelling
albumartist: Belle & Sebastian
genre: Indie Rock
encoder: iTunes 8.0.2.20
bitrate_mode: VBR
format: MP3
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title: Blue Jam - Series 2 Episode 2
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
format: MP3
comments:
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Broadcast: 02/04/1998
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title: Blue Jam - Series 2 Episode 3
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
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format: MP3
comments:
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Broadcast: 09/04/1998
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Blue Jam Series 2 Episode 3


title: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
artist: Chris Morris Music Show - 17/08/94 - Episode 10
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
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Episode 10


title: Blue Jam - Series 2 Episode 5
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
format: MP3
comments:
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Broadcast: 23/04/1998
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Episode 10


title: Blue Jam - Series 2 Episode 6
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
format: MP3
comments:
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Broadcast: 30/04/1998
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title: Blue Jam - Series 3 Episode 1
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.92.0+
encoder_settings: -b 192
format: MP3
comments:
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Broadcast: 21/01/99
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Series 3 Episode 1


title: Blue Jam - Series 3 Episode 2
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Lo-Fi
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.92.0+
encoder_settings: -b 192
format: MP3
comments:
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Broadcast: 28/01/1999
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Series 3 Episode 2


title: Blue Jam - Series 3 Episode 3
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.92.0+
encoder_settings: -b 192
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comments:
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Broadcast: 04/02/99
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Series 3 Episode 3


title: Blue Jam - Series 3 Episode 4
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.92.0+
encoder_settings: -b 192
format: MP3
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Broadcast: 11/02/1999
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Series 3 Episode 4


title: Blue Jam - Series 3 Episode 5
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.92.0+
encoder_settings: -b 192
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Broadcast: 18/02/1999
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Series 3 Episode 5


title: Blue Jam - Series 3 Episode 6
artist: Chris Morris
album: Cook'd and Bomb'd
albumartist: Chris Morris
genre: Merengue
composer: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
encoder: http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.92.0+
encoder_settings: -b 192
format: MP3
comments:
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Broadcast: 25/02/1999
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Series 3 Episode 6


title: Safe Again
artist: Carole King
album: Love Makes The World
albumartist: Carole King
genre: Easy Listening
comments: 8B0AC50C+2759+12+150+19930+3
label: Koch Records
encoder: SoundJam v2.5.2
format: MP3
lyrics:
Words and Music by 
Carole King 

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Seems so hard
All I want to do is let down my guard
Laugh like a child and play out in the yard
I want to feel safe again

I don't know
What happened to you, where did you go
Wish I could not feel the cold wind blow
I want to feel safe again

If only I could believe everything will soon be
like all the fairy tales I've read
But I feel so lost and naked
And I wake up with the shape of a dream
In my head

Seems so hard
All I want to do is let down my guard
Get through just one more day unscarred
I want to feel safe again
I want to feel safe again
Safe again with you

© 1999 Lushmole Music (BMI)


title: This Time
artist: Carole King
album: Love Makes The World
albumartist: Carole King
genre: Easy Listening
comments: Lyrics and cover art in ID3
label: Koch Records
format: MP3
lyrics:
Words and Music by 
Carole King 

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I go through the motions of being with people
When deep in my soul, I want to be where you are
I know we speak every night
But words only go so far, I know

It feels like an ocean of time we're apart
I know that I've said it before
But this time when I come home
I will stay with you
This time's the last time that I'm gonna go

Just close your eyes and imagine me home again
It isn't so far away
Soon I'll be back, and you'll never be alone again
This time I mean to stay

I promise you this time I'll do whatever it takes
To stay right by your side
I would do anything, I would give you everything
'cause you are everything to me

But until then
Gotta keep our emotions under control
It won't be easy to do
'cause all I want to do is kiss you, touch you,
hold you, love you, promise, I promise
I promise you, I'll stay with you, but 'til then

Just close your eyes, and imagine me home again
I mean every word I say
Soon I'll be back, and you'll never be alone again
This time I mean to stay

Just close your eyes, and imagine me home again
Soon I will be on my way (never gonna go)
This time I mean it, you'll never be alone again
This time I mean to stay 

© 2001 Lushmole Music (BMI)


title: To Be Free
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
To Be Free Lyrics

Once in a house on a hill
A boy got angry
He broke into my heart

For a day and a night
I stayed beside him
Until I had no hope

So I came down the hill
Of course I was hurt
But then I started to think

It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself 

There's a bar by the dock
Where I found myself
Drinking with this man
He offered me a cigarette
And I accepted
'Cause it's been a very long time
As it burned 'till the end
I thought of the boy
No one could ever forget

It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself 

To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself

To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself


title: Wednesday's Child
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Wednesday's Child Lyrics

Scatterbrain
You've been crying in the rain
You've been drowning in your pain
Ain't gonna die

Do the right thing
Win or lose
Don't confuse
Wednesday's child 

Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paaa
Pa pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paaa 

Walk on by me
Don't deny me
Anytime 

Scatterbrain
You've been crying in the rain (crying in the rain)
You've been drowning in your pain (drowning in your pain)
Ain't gonna die

Do the right thing
Win or lose
Don't confuse
Wednesday's child 

Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paaa
Pa pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paaa 

Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paaa
Pa pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa-paaa 

Scatter brain
You've been crying in the rain
You've been drowning in your pain
Ain't gonna die 


title: Baby Blue
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Baby Blue Lyrics

Boxing shadows in my sleep
It's the company I keep
The perfect exercise
As I grow older 

I can't believe what God has done
He took the heat out of the sun
And now it seems the world
Is growing colder 

Between the pleasure and the pain
Wishing your life away
No more sinister than sane
Briefing your life away
Between the flicker and the flame
No one can explain
Baby blue is born again 

I'm looking for some place to go
Sucking out screams in stereo
Before my very eyes
I saw her drowning 

Keep my daughter in a jar
She can't get out she won't go far
Her heart is in my mouth
But still keep pounding 

Between the pleasure and the pain
Wishing your life away
No more sinister than sane
Briefing your life away
Between the flicker and the flame
No one can explain
Baby blue is born again 

Between the pleasure and the pain
Wishing your life away
No more sinister than sane
Briefing your life away
Between the flicker and the flame
No one can explain
Baby blue is born again


title: Dead Things
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Dead Things Lyrics

You're like me
We're both alone
What's the problem
I don't know
With the same high
The same eyes
But you can't borrow my clothes all the time 

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes 

I let the snow
Melt in my mouth
Until my head hurts
Until I'm out
Makes me laugh a bit
Makes me cry
Same way you confuse me all the time 

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen 

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen

Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sooometimes


title: Unemployed In Summertime
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Unemployed In Summertime Lyrics

Let's get drunk on saturday
Walk on Primrose Hill
Until we lose our way
We''ll get sunburned on the grass
Playing silly buggers 'till I make a pass
And you laugh at my face 

Unemployed in summertime
I've only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Unemployed in summertime
Don't need money 'cause we're young
I'll just stay awake till the morning
With make up all over my face 

Sorry don't get mad at me
I just did the sex quizz
From your magazine
You're my best friend in the world
Just like me you don't do
Anything you're told 

Unemployed in summertime
I've only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Unemployed in summertime
Don't need money 'cause we're young
I'll just stay awake till the morning
With make up all over my face 

On a mission for my summer kiss
I close my eyes and wet my lips
But then I miss, and you laugh at my face 

Unemployed in summertime
I've only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Unemployed in summertime
Don't need money 'cause we're young
I'll just stay awake till the morning
With make up all over my face 

Unemployed in summertime
I'v only just turned 21, I'll be ok 


title: Easy
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Easy Lyrics

It's not an accident
You mean to touch me
And that's exactly why I'm here
A trick of confidence
Twenty years inside
You're exactly what I need 

But I bide
Don't have time to play
So put your toys away 

Don't take it easy
Why should we take easy yeah
Should we take it easy 

I break into the park
With the insects
Stricking up the costume ball
The light is lovely here
In the neon glow
I could never want for more 

But I bide
Don't have time to play
So put your toys away 

Don't take it easy
Why should we take easy yeah
Should we take it easy
Why should we take easy yeah
Should we take it easy
Why should we take easy yeah
Easy yeah 


title: Fingertips
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Fingertips Lyrics

Before I can open my all too eager eyes
Everything changes from the oceans to the skies
Perpetual motion set ablaze by me
Everything's breathing, my hair and olive tree 

Yet my fingertips
Have a special sound
Yet my fingertips
They go around and round 

This comical wisdom
Creeps into my brain
A wave of my nerve
And also free of pain 

Yet my fingertips
Have a special sound
Yet my fingertips
They go around and round 

Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a
Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a 

Electrical current
Hallowed be thy name 
Lift my emotions
And banish all my shame 

Yet my fingertips
Have a special sound
Yet my fingertips
Smell of sodden ground 

Before I can open my all too eager eyes (all too eager eyes)
Everything changes from the oceans to the skies 

Yet my fingertips
Have a special sound
Yet my fingertips
They go round and round 

Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a
Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a 


title: Telepathy
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Telepathy Lyrics

Think of me very scientifically
Share your thoughts with me
Send them over land and see

They seep through walls
Echo down abandoned halls
Let me see your joy and fear

How can it be we never see
What we have until it's gone
Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone

The more I try, all the faster you'll slip by
So vaporize
Slide to me like liquid ice
I can see into your eyes

Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone
Until we burn we never learn
What we have until it's gone

Scientifically
Scientifically

I can see into your eyes
The deepest blue of winter skies

Why is it so we never know
What we have until it's gone
Until we burn we never learn
What we have until it's gone


title: Tuna Fish
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Tuna Fish Lyrics

I am lying in my bed
Watching spider eat the fly
I say :"How is that it's breakfast TV for you"
A little later I'm sitting by the window looking out
The red army is really blowing up the street 

I'm too stale to eat breakfast
So I smell my fingertips
A cup of coffee won't do for me 

How days creep by in the greying sky
How days creep by and they never even try
How days creep by in the greying sky
How days creep by 

Guess it's time for a walk
Just to read some license plates
What is autumn doing creeping up in me
Going on the tube to scream when the train arrives
Rubbing cress on my skin, God it smells so nice
All the same I think I'll go on rolling up the hill
If I'm lucky you won't see me 

How days creep by in the greying sky
How days creep by come and ask me why
How days creep by in the greying sky
How days creep by 

Did you know that tuna fish
Float up to the surface
Belly to the moonlight just to cool their heart down
'Cause it helps them just to think about the hurtful things
I guess it's just one way to get them some sedation 

How days creep by - In the greying sky 
How days creep by - And we'll definitely die 
How days creep by - In the greying sky 
How days creep by 

How days creep by - And we'll definitely die 
How days creep by come and ask me why
How days creep by
How days creep by
How days creep by 


title: Summerbreeze
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Summerbreeze Lyrics

It might have been a while
Since you've been loved
Like you should be loved 

It might have been a while
Since you've been kissed
Like you should be kissed 

In tender loving arms
Might be something you miss 

Well summerbreeze is blowing through your window
And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair
And something in your eyes that you cannot disguise
Don't tell me it ain't there 

It might have been a while
Since you've been loved
By one who really loves you 

It might have been a while
Since you could trust
That someone really cares 

When people like us
Meant to go 'round in pairs 

Summerbreeze is blowing through your window
And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair
Something in your eyes that took me by surprise
Don't tell me that it ain't there 


title: Sea People
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Love in the Time of Science
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Sea People Lyrics

Can you ever see me as you did before
Can you ever see me like you did once more
When I look into your eyes
I can breathe in water
Like you 

When you say goodbye
My lungs ache filled with water
'Cause I will always love you 


title: Nothing Brings Me Down
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Nothing Brings Me Down Lyrics

Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
Full of wine and steady
Nothing brings me down
What's left of the rain runs down my roof
Nothing brings me down
The night is lush the air is still
Nothing brings me down

Dum dum dum dum dum dum

The windows are open, the flies are in
Nothing brings me down
The phones are off the music's on
Nothing brings me down

Dum dum dum dum dum dum

Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
My love for you is ready
Nothing brings me down
My love for you is ready


title: Sunnyroad
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Sunny Road Lyrics

Wrote you this 
I hope you got it safe 
It's been so long 
I don't know what to say 
I've travelled 'round 
Through deserts on my horse 
But jokes aside 
I wanna come back home 
You know that night 
I said i had to go 
You said you'd meet me 
On the sunny road 

It's time, meet me on the sunny road 
it's time, meet me on the sunny road 

I never married 
Never had those kids 
I loved too many 
Now heaven's closed its gates. 
I know I'm bad 
To jump on you like this 
Some things don't change 
My middle name's still 'Risk' 
I know that night 
So long long time ago 
Will you still meet me 
On the sunny road 

It's time, meet me on the sunny road 
It's time, meet me on the sunny road 

Well, this is it 
I'm running out of space 
Here is my address 
And number just in case. 
This time as one 
We'll find which way to go 
Now come and meet me 
On the sunny road 


title: Snow
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Snow Lyrics

You won't believe what I just found out
She's getting married on the fifth time 'round
Lining on my favorite sight
And I wondered where you are and realize
Something is painted in the snow that you'd like

Finally I'm going no sain
Wanna tell you something
We last for long
Well we've sometimes gone astray
But I can't care for nothing, no way

And I hope again to live this life
Just to see you again before I die

Yes I hope again to live this life
To see you once more before I die

And see you before I die


title: Lifesaver
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Lifesaver Lyrics

Lifesaver
Your timing's really strange
Catch me later
But can you please be late

And it's funny how your thoughts think they're right at all
And it's funny how your cause makes no sense at all

Lifesaver
Let's play a little game
Catch me later
But make sure you'll be delayed

And it's funny how it seems you're doing things
And its funny how you find your piece of mind

Lifesaver
I'm cancelling a date
Lifesaver
It's time you had a break

Lifesaver
I'm cancelling a date
Lifesaver
My saver


title: Honeymoon Child
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Honeymoon Child Lyrics

You are true honeymoon child
Conceived on an island in the sun
Heels tugging the white sand
Loved and adored from day one

Raised in a wild space
Between two hearts
With the vines climb trees towards the light
Running naked, dragging a kite
Or dressed on a stream

You bring up the soft side in everyone
We gather like ravens
On a rusty side
Just to watch
Such a little dove
Just to watch
Such a little dove
Fly away

Mr. bones from town said he saw you the other day
He said you changed but he wouldn’t say how
Well it can always turn
Yeh, it can always turn
A wind can always turn


title: Today Has Been OK
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Today Has Been OK Lyrics

Friends tell me it's spring
My windows show the same
Without you here the seasons pass me by
I know you were not new
That loved like me and you
All the same I miss you
Today has been ok
Today has been ok 

Preacher lost his son
He's known by all in town
He found him with another son of God
Feeding on that prayer
Nevermind what God said
But love had lost its cause
And I thought today had been ok
Today has been ok
Today has been ok

Wind has burned your skin
The lovely air so thin
The salty water’s underneath your feet
No one’s gone in vain
Here is where you'll stay
'Cause life has been insane but
Today has been ok
Today has been ok
Today has been ok
Today has been ok


title: Next Time Around
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Next Time Around Lyrics

Then came the question and it was about time 
The answer came back and it was long 
The house it was built by so men in rhyme 
But whatever came of his talented son 

Who wrote me a dialogue set a tune 
Always you told me of being alone 
Except for the stories about God and you 
And do you still live there, in Bufallo 

They put up the walls, no more to say 
Nobody stopped to ask why it was done 
The stream was too far and the rains to high 
So into the city the river did run 
Because of the architect the buildings fell down 
Smothered and drowned all the seeds that you sowed 
I wish I was somewhere but not in this town 
Maybe the ocean next time around 

I seem to remember the face and the name 
But if it's not you I don't care 
I know of changes, but nothing would change you 
To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair 

Then I'll turn and he won't be there, 
Dusky black windows to light the dark stair 
Candles will nod in the musty air 
Oh, with the flames for as many as the years 


title: Heartstopper
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Heartstopper Lyrics

You said I began 
This messy state of love affair 
And I drink too much and smoke too fast 
And this city's cleared my innocence 

Coffee is pouring out my ears 
It's the only thing they have in here 
And my heart stops beating 

And when it stops it stops 
My heart stopped beating 
And when it stops it stops 
My heart stopped beating 

Number three still on my plate 
I heard the trains are running late 
And I laugh out loud 
My life is a mess 
I have gone too far 
In my lifelessness 

Another coffee it's on the house 
The poor girl look is on the owners spouse 
And my heart stopped beating 

And when it stops it stops 
My heart stopped beating 
And when it stops it stops 
My heart stopped beating 

Outside your house 
To make a scene 
In my head you grabbed me passionately 
But the lights are out 
And in an hour I walked on home 
In the pouring shower 
Lost my keys in front of me 
My neighbor's smile he's handing me 
The blackest coffee you will ever see 

And my hearts stopped beating 

And when it stops it stops 
My heart stopped beating 
And when it stops it stops 
My heart stopped beating


title: At Least It Was
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
At Least It Was Lyrics

I thought I saw you on the train
I hid behind some men
I had never seen you look so good
I’m glad you're doing well

I went out for a walk today
To think of things unsaid
Of course I found I'd said too much
So I laid all that to rest

And when the day falls
I guess it was love
And when the day falls
At least it was

You thought of the name to call me
I guess that’s how it goes
I know a few with the same name
Yes, I’m sad I’m one of those

Ungraceful as I am in loving
And leaving I'm the same
It’s way too late to say I’m sorry
But I’ll say it anyway

And when the day forwards
I guess it was love
And when the day forwards
At least it was

Dum dum dum dum 


title: Fisherman's Woman
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Fisherman's Woman Lyrics

I’m pretending to be a good fisherman’s woman
Just like Anna Ingunn's mom
The gladiator of all fisherman’s wives
Makes it a lot easier thinking of you
On the sea where you have to be a month at a time
Working hard in the day
Your hands cracking from the cold and the salt
In the night when you go to bed
You try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing
The boat breathing
And the only thing 
The only thing you can think of is me
Waiting for you by the window
With the brightest red lipstick on my lips
Just like Anna waits for her man
How will I learn
I'll wait


title: Thinking Out Loud
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Thinking Out Loud Lyrics 

Like the leaves at my face
He is a victim of gravity
The unbearable colour of things
Gets him down

And as his raincoat covers me 
We know it was never raining

Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud

Like strings in a fan
The shoelaces aren't done
The solitude reflection of his face
Gets him down

And as the shadow covers me
I thought he was only sleeping

Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud

His clothes on the floor
Under a silver light
The smell of lavender and tar
Brings me down

If the telephone should ring
God knows it could never be him

Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud


title: Serenade
artist: Emiliana Torrini
album: Fisherman's Woman
albumartist: Emiliana Torrini
genre: Indie
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.93.0+
encoder_settings: -b 255+
format: MP3
lyrics:
Serenade Lyrics 

New world for me 
Picturesque in its stance
Midnight calling 
Moonlight shadows start to dance 

For the dark finds ways of being 
Engraved in the light 
And the heart bears indentations 
Of yesterdays hurting child 
And now we will run with smiles 
Tomorrow will heal the night soul 
Morning comes 
Midnight make fast with the sun 
I can hear my name, baby born 
When the cloud within the sky beneath the dawn

Oh why
Serenade the dawn
Serenade the dawn
Serenade the dawn

For the dark finds ways of being 
Engraved in the light 
And the heart bears in temptations 
Of yesterdays hurting child 
And now we will run with smiles 
Tomorrow will heal the night soul 
Morning comes 
Midnight make fast with the sun 
I can hear my name, baby born 
When the cloud within the sky beneath the door 

Oh why
Serenade the door 
Serenade the door 
Serenade the door (door) 

Da da da da dum dum 
Da dum dum 
Da da da da dum dum 
Da dum dum...


artist: Filthy Fingers United
album: Isao Tomita
albumartist: Filthy Fingers United
bitrate_mode: VBR
format: MP3
title:
Suttikeeree & Yirim Seck - Star Hustler O.G. (Feat Jack Horkhelmer)  :::::  Deadnoise & Yirim Seck - Caprice Classic


title: Sleep To Dream
artist: Fiona Apple
album: Tidal
albumartist: Fiona Apple
genre: Alternative
format: MP3
lyrics:
I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise

I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide, and I can't abide.

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise.

Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore; you don't have to be so defensive
Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, 'cuz it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim -
And don't forget the blame.

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise.



title: Criminal
artist: Fiona Apple
album: Tidal
albumartist: Fiona Apple
genre: Alternative Rock
format: MP3
lyrics:
I've been a bad bad girl
I've been careless with a delicate man
And it's a sad sad world
When a girl will break a boy
Just because she can
Don't you tell me to deny it
I've done wrong and I want to
Suffer for my sins
I've come to you 'cause I need
Guidance to be true
And I just don't know where I can begin

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Heven help me for the way I am
Save me from these evil deeds
Before I get them done
I know tomorrow brings the consequence
At Hand
But I keep livin' this day like
The next will never come

Oh help me but don't tell me
To deny it
I've got to cleanse myself
Of all these lies till I'm good
Enough for him
I've got a lot to lose and I'm 
Bettin' high
So I'm beggin' you before it ends
Just tell me where to begin

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Let me know the way
Before there's hell to pay
Give me room to lay the law and let me go
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay
So what would an angel say
The devil wants to know

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against

Because he's all I ever knew of love


title: Happy Birthday 1975(Rap)
artist: Joni Mitchell
album: Mingus
albumartist: Joni Mitchell
genre: General Pop
label: Asylum
encoder: Winamp 5.33
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
comments:
Eddie Gomez: bass
John Guerin: drums
Phil Woods: alto sax
Gerry Mulligan: baritone sax
Danny Richmond: narration
Tony Williams: drums
John McLaughlin: guitar
Jan Hammer: mini moog
Stanley Clark: bass


title: Addicted
artist: Jorja Smith
artists: Jorja Smith
album: Be Right Back
albumartist: Jorja Smith
genre: R&B
lyricist: www.t.me/pmedia_music
comments: PMEDIA
label: PMEDIA
barcode: PMEDIA
isrc: PMEDIA
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.99.1+
encoder_settings: -b 320
format: MP3
composer:
Jorja Smith / Amane Suganami / Benjamin Totten / Joel Compass / Mutale Chashi / Olufemi David Koleoso


title: Digging
artist: Jorja Smith
artists: Jorja Smith
album: Be Right Back
albumartist: Jorja Smith
genre: R&B
lyricist: www.t.me/pmedia_music
comments: PMEDIA
label: PMEDIA
barcode: PMEDIA
isrc: PMEDIA
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.99.1+
encoder_settings: -b 320
format: MP3
composer:
Jorja Smith / Joel Compass / Mutale Chashi / Olufemi David Koleoso / Amane Suganami / Benjamin Totten


title: In This Together
artist: Josiah Mortimer
album: 2nd EP
albumartist: Josiah Mortimer
genre: Folk-ish/Acoustic
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.98.1+
encoder_settings: -b 128
format: MP3
comments:
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title: Black Dog
artist: Led Zeppelin
album: Led Zeppelin IV
albumartist: Led Zeppelin
genre: Hard Rock
composer: Jimmy Page/John Paul Jones/Robert Plant
comments: 0
label: Atlantic Australia
encoder: iTunes v7.2.0.35
format: MP3
lyrics:
Black Dog 
(Jones/Page/Plant) 

Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. 
Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting. 
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way, watch your honey drip, can't keep away. 

*Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah. Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah. 

I gotta roll, can't stand still, got a flame in my heart, can't get my fill. 
Eyes that shine burning red, dreams of you all through my head. 

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. 

Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby, Tell me won't you you do me now. 

Didn't take too long 'fore I found out, what people mean my down and out. 
Spent my money, took my car, started telling her friends she wants to be a star. 
I don't know but I been told, a big-legged woman ain't got no soul. 

* Chorus 

All I ask for when I pray, steady rollin' woman gonna come my way. 
Need a woman gonna hold my hand, won't tell me no lies, make me a happy man.


title: Rock and Roll
artist: Led Zeppelin
album: Led Zeppelin IV
albumartist: Led Zeppelin
genre: Hard Rock
composer: Jimmy Page/John Bonham/John Paul Jones/Robert Plant
comments: 0
label: Atlantic Australia
encoder: iTunes v7.2.0.35
format: MP3
lyrics:
It's been a long time since I rock and rolled, 
It's been a long time since I did the Stroll. 
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, 
Let me get it back, baby, where I come from. 
It's been a long time, been a long time, 
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. Yes it has. 

It's been a long time since the book of love, 
I can't count the tears of a life with no love. 
Carry me back, carry me back, 
Carry me back, baby, where I come from. 
It's been a long time, been a long time, 
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. 

Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight, 
Making vows that just can't work right. 
Open your arms, opens your arms, 
Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in. 
It's been a long time, been a long time, 
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.


title: The Battle of Evermore
artist: Led Zeppelin
album: Led Zeppelin IV
albumartist: Led Zeppelin
genre: Hard Rock
composer: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant
comments: 0
label: Atlantic Australia
encoder: iTunes v7.2.0.35
format: MP3
lyrics:
Queen of Light took her bow
And then she turned to go
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone

Oh, dance in the dark of night
Sing to the morning light
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe
Rest not to lock your homes

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all

I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold, 
The seeds of happiness
The ground is rich from tender care
Repay, do not forget, no, no
Dance in the dark of night
Sing to the morning light

The apples turn to brown and black
The tyrant's face is red

Oh the war is common cry
Pick up you swords and fly
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know

Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on. 

Sing as you raise your bow
Shoot straighter than before
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold

Oh dance in the dark of night
Sing to the morning light
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back

At last the sun is shining
The clouds of blue roll by
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.


title: Stairway to Heaven
artist: Led Zeppelin
album: Led Zeppelin IV
albumartist: Led Zeppelin
genre: Hard Rock
composer: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant
comments: 0
label: Atlantic Australia
encoder: iTunes v7.2.0.35
format: MP3
lyrics:
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold 
And she's buying a stairway to heaven. 
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed 
With a word she can get what she came for. 
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. 

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure 
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. 
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, 
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. 
Ooh, it makes me wonder, 
Ooh, it makes me wonder. 

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, 
And my spirit is crying for leaving. 
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, 
And the voices of those who stand looking. 
Ooh, it makes me wonder, 
Ooh, it really makes me wonder. 

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune 
Then the piper will lead us to reason. 
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long 
And the forests will echo with laughter. 

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, 
It's just a spring clean for the May queen. 
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run 
There's still time to change the road you're on. 
And it makes me wonder. 

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, 
The piper's calling you to join him, 
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know 
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. 

And as we wind on down the road 
Our shadows taller than our soul. 
There walks a lady we all know 
Who shines white light and wants to show 
How everything still turns to gold. 
And if you listen very hard 
The tune will come to you at last. 
When all are one and one is all 
To be a rock and not to roll. 

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.


title: Misty Mountain Hop
artist: Led Zeppelin
album: Led Zeppelin IV
albumartist: Led Zeppelin
genre: Hard Rock
composer: Jimmy Page/John Paul Jones/Robert Plant
comments: 0
label: Atlantic Australia
encoder: iTunes v7.2.0.35
format: MP3
lyrics:
Misty Mountain Hop 
(Jones/Page/Plant) 

Walkin' in the park just the other day, Baby, 
What do you, what do you think I saw? 
Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said, 
"Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?" 
And you know how it is; 
I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh, 
So I asked them if I could stay awhile. 

I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really, 
Really out of my mind. 
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said, 
"Please, hey, would we care to all get in line, 
Get in line." 
Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun, 
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh. 

Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see, 
And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it? 
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin' 
Ah, not trying to fight it. 
You really don't care if they're coming, oh, oh, 
I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh. 

If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better, 
You better open your eyes. 
Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't 
Which, which way the pressure lies, 
So I've decided what I'm gonna do now. 
So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains 
Where the spirits go now, 
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh. 
I really don't know.


title: Four Sticks
artist: Led Zeppelin
album: Led Zeppelin IV
albumartist: Led Zeppelin
genre: Hard Rock
composer: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant
comments: 0
label: Atlantic Australia
encoder: iTunes v7.2.0.35
format: MP3
lyrics:
Oh, Baby, it's cryin' time, Oh, Baby, I got to fly. 
Got to try to find a way, Got to try to get away, 
'Cause you know I gotta get away from you, Babe. 

Oh, Baby, the river's red, Oh, Baby, in my head. 
There's a funny feelin' goin' on, I don't think I can hold out long. 

*And when the owls cry in the night, Oh, Baby, Baby, when the pines begin to cry, 
Baby, Baby, Baby, how do you feel? If the river runs dry, Baby, 
How do you feel? 

Craze, Baby, the rainbow's end, Baby, it's just a den 
For those who hide, Who hide their love to depths of life 
And ruin dreams that we all knew so, Babe. 

* Chorus


title: Going to California
artist: Led Zeppelin
album: Led Zeppelin IV
albumartist: Led Zeppelin
genre: Hard Rock
composer: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant
comments: 0
label: Atlantic Australia
encoder: iTunes v7.2.0.35
format: MP3
lyrics:
Going To California
(Page/Plant) 

Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. 
Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart. 
Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. 
Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same. 
The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today. 
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake 
as the children of the sun began to awake. 

Seems that the wrath of the Gods 
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; 
I think I might be sinking. 
Throw me a line if I reach it in time 
I'll meet you up there where the path 
Runs straight and high. 

To find a queen without a king, 
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la 
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn 
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born. 
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, 
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.


title: When the Levee Breaks
artist: Led Zeppelin
album: Led Zeppelin IV
albumartist: Led Zeppelin
genre: Hard Rock
composer: Jimmy Page/John Bonham/John Paul Jones/Memphis Minnie/Robert Plant
comments: 0
label: Atlantic Australia
encoder: iTunes v7.2.0.35
format: MP3
lyrics:
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break, (X2) 
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay. 

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan, (X2) 
Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home, 
Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well. 

Don't it make you feel bad 
When you're tryin' to find your way home, 
You don't know which way to go? 
If you're goin' down South 
They go no work to do, 
If you don't know about Chicago. 

Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good, 
Now, cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good, 
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move. 

All last night sat on the levee and moaned, (X2) 
Thinkin' about me baby and my happy home. 
Going, going to Chicago... Going to Chicago... Sorry but I can't take you... 
Going down... going down now... going down....


title: I faram Gami I faram
artist: Mulatu Astatke
album: Afro-Latin Soul Vol. 1 & 2
albumartist: Mulatu Astatke
genre: Jazz Ethiopiques
encoder: iTunes v1.1
format: MP3
comments:
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title: 1,000,000
artist: Nine Inch Nails
album: The Slip
albumartist: Nine Inch Nails
composer: Trent Reznor
comments: (c) 2008 nin
encoder: LAME
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -V 0 --vbr-new
format: MP3
lyrics:
1,000,000

kind of hard
hard to see
when you crawl
on your hands and your knees
with your face
in the trough
wait your turn
while they finish you off
don’t know when it started
don’t know how
should have found out
should have happened by now
got these lines
on my face
after all this time
and i still haven’t found my place
 
i jump from every rooftop
so high so far to fall
i feel a million miles away 
i don’t feel any thing at all

i wake up
on the floor
start it up again
like it matters anymore
i don’t know
if it does
is this really all
that there ever was?
put the gun 
in my mouth
close your eyes
blow my fucking brains out
pretty patterns
on the floor
that’s enough for you
but i still need more

i jump from every rooftop
so high so far to fall
i feel a million miles away
i don’t feel any thing at all


title: Demon Seed
artist: Nine Inch Nails
album: The Slip
albumartist: Nine Inch Nails
composer: Trent Reznor
comments: (c) 2008 nin
encoder: LAME
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -V 0 --vbr-new
format: MP3
lyrics:
DEMON SEED

1
it keeps growing 
and i can feel it breathe 
i have been trying 
to behave myself
it keeps growing 
and i can feel it breathe 
i have been trying 
to tolerate you

2
well i am reaching the point
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

3
i thought maybe
i thought this would go away
but it continues
the only constant
every day
stronger

4
i will use my voice 
and i will use my fist 
to destroy 
everything i can

5
now i know 
what this is all about
now i know 
exactly what i am

6
these is a seed 
inside of me
that makes me


title: Discipline
artist: Nine Inch Nails
album: The Slip
albumartist: Nine Inch Nails
composer: Trent Reznor
comments: (c) 2008 nin
encoder: LAME
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -V 0 --vbr-new
format: MP3
lyrics:
DISCIPLINE   

am i still tough enough?
feels like i’m wearing down
is my visciousness
losing ground?
am i taking too much?
did i cross a line?
i need my role in this
very clearly defined

i need your discipline
i need your help
i need your discipline
you know once i start i cannot help myself

and now it's starting up  
feels like i'm losing touch
nothing matters to me
nothing matters as much
i see you left a mark 
up and down my skin
i don't know where I end
and where you begin

i need your discipline
i need your help
i need your discipline
you know once i start i cannot help myself

once i start i cannot stop myself


title: Echoplex
artist: Nine Inch Nails
album: The Slip
albumartist: Nine Inch Nails
composer: Trent Reznor
comments: (c) 2008 nin
encoder: LAME
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -V 0 --vbr-new
format: MP3
lyrics:
ECHOPLEX

nice and high and far apart
just like they said
i built this place with broken parts
just like they said
you chip away the old version of you
you'd be surprised at what you can do
i'm safe in here  
irrelevant  
just like they said

my voice just echoes off these walls

you feel me breathe 
i am watching you
i see it all
the many ways you can't get to me
i see it all
i see the hell you put yourself through
oh the things i could do (if i wanted to)

my voice just echoes off these walls
my voice just echoes off these walls
i don't need anything at all
my voice just echoes off these walls 

and i just slowly fade away

you will never ever get to me in here


title: Head Down
artist: Nine Inch Nails
album: The Slip
albumartist: Nine Inch Nails
composer: Trent Reznor
comments: (c) 2008 nin
encoder: LAME
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -V 0 --vbr-new
format: MP3
lyrics:
HEAD DOWN
 
you
what you looking at?
head down
too late for that
what you want
what you get
know your place
don't ever forget
  
and this is not my face
and this is not my life 
and there is not a single thing here
i can recognize
this is all a dream
and none of you are real
i'll give anything
i'll give anything 

hey you
what you running from?
all your hate
what you've become
bet you didn't think
it would happen to you
all used up
half way through

and this is not my face
and this is not my life 
and there is not a single thing here
i can recognize
this is all a dream
and none of you are real
i'll give anything
i'll give anything 


title: Letting You
artist: Nine Inch Nails
album: The Slip
albumartist: Nine Inch Nails
composer: Trent Reznor
comments: (c) 2008 nin
encoder: LAME
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -V 0 --vbr-new
format: MP3
lyrics:
LETTING YOU

the sky is painted black
the smoke pours out the stack
one hand upon your heart
one hand behind your back
you train us how to act
you keep the fear intact
the imminent attack
everything is right on track

and we are letting you get away
we are letting you get away with it

upon our plates to feed
the dying left to bleed 
how much we really need
your politics of greed
the cancer takes ahold
the wolf is in the fold
our destiny’s been sold
we do just what we’re told

and we are letting you get away
we are letting you get away with it

your armies filled with hate
believing your charade
begin to suffocate
for us it’s far too late

and we are letting you get away
we are letting you get away with it


title: Lights in the Sky
artist: Nine Inch Nails
album: The Slip
albumartist: Nine Inch Nails
composer: Trent Reznor
comments: (c) 2008 nin
encoder: LAME
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -V 0 --vbr-new
format: MP3
lyrics:
LIGHTS IN THE SKY
 
she's mostly gone
some other place
i'm getting by 
in other ways
everything they whispered in our ear
is coming true
try to justify the things
i used to do
believe in you 

watching you drown
i'll follow you down
and i am here right beside you
the lights in the sky
have finally arrived
i am staying right beside you

i tried to stay away
you know  
just in case
i've come to realize
we all have our place
time has a way you know 
to make it clear
i have my role in this
i can't disappear
or leave you here

watching you drown
i'll follow you down
and i am here right beside you
the lights in the sky
are waving goodbye
i am staying right beside you


title: Ode To Divorce
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones

Like you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils 
Peeking over your molars
You're talking to her now
And you've eaten something minty
And you're making that face that I like
And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss, for the kiss, kiss

I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love
I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

Just break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar
Dollar
You might make a dollar

So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

Just break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
You might make a dollar (There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones (You might make a dollar)
You might make a dollar (There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones 


title: Poor Little Rich Boy
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
You wish that they hadn't, you don't wanna be alone
But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own
Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, they've gone, they've gone

And you don't love your girlfriend
You don't love your girlfriend
And you think that you should but she thinks that she's fat but she isn't but you don't love her anyway
And you don't love your mother
And you know that you should
And you wish that you would but you don't anyway

Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay
The water runs off your skin and down into the drain
You're reading Fitzgerald, you're reading Hemingway
They're both super smart and drinking in the cafes

And you don't love your girlfriend
You don't love your girlfriend
And you think that you should but she thinks that she's fat but she isn't but you don't love her anyway
And you don't love your mother
You know that you should
And you wish that you would but you don't anyway

You're so young, you're so goddamn young
You're so young, you're so goddamn young
You're so young, you're so goddamn young
You're so goddamn young, you're so goddamn young
You're so young, you're so goddamn young
You're so young, you're so goddamn young
You're so goddamn young, you're so goddamn young
You're so goddamn young, you're so goddamn young
You're so goddamn young, you're so goddamn young
You're so goddamn young, you're so goddamn young

And you don't love your girlfriend
And you don't love your girlfriend
And you don't love your girlfriend
And you don't love your girlfriend 


title: Carbon Monoxide
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
Carbon monoxide
Soon I'll go to sleep
If I don't got my socks on right
They slide right off of my feet
As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk
Walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk

Carbon monoxide
As I take you home
The first time I get my socks on right
But I don't have a gas mask on
As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a,
walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk you home
Yeah
I'm so cool, I'm so cool, I'm so cool
Walk-a, walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk-a, walk,
Walk, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk you home
Yeah
I'm so cool, I'm so cool, I'm so cool

Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy

Carbon monoxide
Soon we'll go to sleep
No one will notice we're gone
Cause we don't have a job to keep
They'll just say that we're being lazy
Sex crazy, sex cra-zazy
They'll just say we're living our whole life in bed
And we'll be in bed but we'll be oh so very much
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, d-dead
Yeah
But we're so cool, we're so cool, we're so cool
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, d-dead
Dead
But we're still cool, we're still cool, we're still cool

Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, come on
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, daddy
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on

Carbon monoxide
Carbon monoxide 


title: The Flowers
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully, they might so I'm waiting and staying awake

Things I have loved I'm allowed
To keep
I'll never know if I go
To sleep

The papers around me are piling and twisting, Regina, the paper back mummy, what then?
I'm taking the knife to the books that I own and I'm chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stones

Things I have loved I'm allowed
To keep
I'll never know if I go
To sleep
Things I have loved I'm allowed
To keep
I'll never know if I go
To sleep 


title: Us
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
They made a statue of us
And put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs, have fun, have fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
'Cause they've got years of experience

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's mama sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious 


title: Sailor Song
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Warner Bros Uk
format: MP3
lyrics:
She will kiss till your lip bleeds
But she will not take her dress off
Americano
Tropicano
All the sailor boys have demons
They sing "Oh, Kentucky, why did you forsake me?
"If I was meant to sail the sea
"Why did you make me?
"Should've been with the state
"Oh, state"

Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch

Does it matter that our anchors
Couldn't even reach the bottom of a bath tub?
And the sails reflect the moon, it's such a strange job
Playing black jack on the deck
Still, I taught this giant bottle doll
Dressed in white, we quietly huddle with our missiles
And we miss the girls back home
Oh, home, sweet home

Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch

She will kiss until your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americano
Tropicano
Americano
Tropicano
Americano
Americano


title: Whisper
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
Regina?
Regina!

What?

When is that song gonna start?

Which song?

The song that goes like de-ne-ne-ne-ne..

Oh, that's gonna start in a minute, just gotta wait.

Okay.



Regina, start it already!

It's gonna start in a second, just gotta wait!

It's gonna start...

Now! 


title: Your Honor
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
I kissed your lips and I tasted blood
I asked you what happened and you said, There'd been a fight.
You said: "I've been fighting for your honor but you wouldn't understand"
I said : "Hold on your honor, I'll get ice for your hand"
Oh you been fighting for my honor and I don't understand
But hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand.

You said: "Come on, baby, let's just make love, it's the only thing to make me better"
You said: "Come on, let's just get you out of that sweater"
I said: "I don't kiss losers and I don't kiss winners
"And I don't fight for honor cause we all are born sinners"

Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye
But I'm a vegetarian so it's a frozen pizza pie
You tell me that you care and you never do lie
And you fight for my honor but I just don't know why

Mary had a little lamb with fleece as white as snow
You've got me and I'm just a common ho
But I know what I am and I know what I ain't
So don't get cut cause I still won't be no saint

Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye
but I'm a pizzatarian so it's a frozen pizza pie
You tell me that you love me and you never do lie
and you fight for my honor but I just don't know why
You fight for my honor and I don't understand
but hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand 


title: Ghost Of Corporate Future
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
A Man Walks Out Of His Apartment,
It Is Raining, He's Got No Umbrella
He Starts Running Beneath The Awnings,
Trying To Save His Suit,
Trying To Save His Suit.
Trying To Dry, And To Dry, And To Dry But No Good

When He Gets To The Crowded Subway Platform,
He Takes Off Both Of His Shoes
He Steps Right Into Somebody's Fat Loogie
And Everyone Who Sees Him Says, "Ew."
Everyone Who Sees Him Says, "Ew."

But He Doesn't Care,
'cause Last Night He Got A Visit From The
Ghost Of Corporate Future
The Ghost Said, "Take Off Both Your Shoes
Whatever Chances You Get
Especially When They're Wet."

He Also Said,
"Imagine You Go Away
On A Business Trip One Day
And When You Come Back Home,
Your Children Have Grown
And You Never Made Your Wife Moan,
Your Children Have Grown
And You Never Made Your Wife Moan."

"And People Make You Nervous
You'd Think The World Is Ending,
And Everybody's Features Have Somehow Started Blending
And Everything Is Plastic,
And Everyone's Sarcastic,
And All Your Food Is Frozen,
It Needs To Be Defrosted."

"You'd Think The World Was Ending,
You'd Think The World Was Ending,
You'd Think The World Was Ending Right Now.
You'd Think The World Was Ending,
You'd Think The World Was Ending,
You'd Think The World Was Ending Right Now."

"Well Maybe You Should Just Drink A Lot Less Coffee,
And Never Ever Watch The Ten O'clock News,
Maybe You Should Kiss Someone Nice,
Or Lick A Rock,
Or Both."

"Maybe You Should Cut Your Own Hair
'cause That Can Be So Funny
It Doesn't Cost Any Money
And It Always Grows Back
Hair Grows Even After You're Dead"

"And People Are Just People,
They Shouldn't Make You Nervous.
The World Is Everlasting,
It's Coming And It's Going.
If You Don't Toss Your Plastic,
The Streets Won't Be So Plastic.
And If You Kiss Somebody,
Then Both Of You'll Get Practice."

"The World Is Everlasting
Put Dirtballs In Your Pocket,
Put Dirtballs In Your Pocket,
And Take Off Both Your Shoes.
'cause People Are Just People,
People Are Just People,
People Are Just People Like You.
People Are Just People,
People Are Just People,
People Are Just People Like You."

The World Is Everlasting
It's Coming And It's Going
The World Is Everlasting
It's Coming And It's Going
It's Coming And It's Going


title: Chemo Limo
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
I Had A Dream
Crispy Crispy Benjamin Franklin Came Over
Baby-Sat All Four Of My Kids
Then In My Dream
I Told The Doctor Off
He Said: "If You Don't Want To Do It Then You Don't Have To Do It"
He Said The Truth Is You'll Be Okay, Anyway

Then In My Dream
Crispy Crispy Benjamin Franklin And The Doctor
Went And Had A Talk With My Boss
Something About Insurance Policies
They Kept The Door Closed At All Times
I Couldnt Hear Or See

When They Came Out They Said:
"You'll Be Okay, Anyway"
And I Smiled Cause I'd Known It All Along.

No Thank You No Thank You No Thank You No Thank You
I Don't Have To Pay For This Shit
I Couldn't Afford Chemo Like I Couldn't Afford A Limo
And On Any Given Day I'd Rather Ride A Limousine
No Thank You No Thank You No Thank You No Thank You
I Ain't About To To Die Like This
I Couldn't Afford Chemo Like I Couldn't Afford A Limo
And Besides This Shit Is Making Me Tired
It's Making Me Tired, It's Making Me Tired
You Know I Plan To Retire Some Day,
Momma's Gonna Go Out In Style
Go Out In Style
This Shit It's Making Me Tired
It's Making Me Tired, It's Making Me Tired
Momma's Gonna Go Out In Style
Go Out In Style

When I Woke Up
My Kids Were Being Quiet
I Knew It Was A Dream Right Away
I Called The Limousine Company
Then I Got Dressed
I Dressed The Kids As Well
The Limousine Pulled In
And We Piled In
The Doctor He Asked
Which Way We Were Headed
I Said: "Sir, Let's Just Go West" And He Listened Obediently

Sophie Only Wants To Listen To Radio Bbc
Michael Sat On My Knees And Whispered To Me All About The Meanies
Jacqueline Was Being Such A Big Girl With Her Cup Of Tea Looking Out Of The Window
And Barbara
She Looks Just Like My Mom
Oh My, Barbara
She Looks So Much Like My Mom

No Thank You No Thank You No Thank You No Thank You
I Don't Have To Pay For This Shit
I Couldn't Afford Chemo Like I Couldn't Afford A Limo
And On Any Given Day I'd Rather Ride A Limousine

No Thank You No Thank You No Thank You No Thank You
I Ain't About To Die Like This
I Couldn't Afford Chemo Like I Couldn't Afford A Limo
And Besides This Shit Is Making Me Tired
It's Making Me Tired, It's Making Me Die
You Know I Plan To Retire Some Day,
And I'm A-Gonna Go Out In Style
Go Out In Style
This Shit It's Making Me Tired
It's Making Me Tired, It's Making Me Tired
I'm A-Gonna Go Out In Style
Go Out In Style

Style
Style
Style
Style
Style
Style
Style
Style

I Had A Dream
Crispy Crispy Benjamin Franklin Came Over And
Babysat All Four Of My Kids
I Had A Dream
Crispy Crispy Benjamin Franklin Came Over And
Babysat All Four Of My Kids

Sophie Only Wants To Listen To Radio Bbc
Michael Sat On My Knees And Whispered To Me All About The Meanies
Jacqueline Was Being Such A Big Girl With Her Cup Of Tea Looking Out Of The Window
And Barbara
She Looks Just Like My Mom
Oh My God, Barbara
She Looks So Much Like My Mom
Oh My, Barbara
She Looks So Much Like My Mom


title: Somedays
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Soviet Kitsch
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
Some days aren't yours at all,
They come and go as if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours

They come in all quiet, sweep up and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floorboard creak
They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep
By your side

Downtown
Downtown
I'm not here
Not anymore, I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write

I'm in love with your daughter
I wanna have her baby
I'm in love with your daughter
So can I please?

Downtown
Downtown
I'm not here
Not anymore, I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
Don't call me, don't call me, don't call me, don't write
Don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write

Some days aren't yours at all
They come and go as if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours


title: Love Affair
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
There was a love affair in this building.
The kind of love affair which every respectable building must keep as a legend,
slowly festering through an innocent "by the way",
or "have you heard?"
He was perfect, except for the fact that he was an engineer,
and mothers prefer doctors and lawyers.

Yet, despite this imperfection,
he was clean-looking and respectable-looking.
And you'll never find a mother who doesn't appreciate a natural man.
So, he grew healthy aloe vera plants by the window;
healthy teeth in his mouth, healthy hair on his head.
He grew healthy wavy brown hair on his head.
The kind, the kind that babies always go for with sticky little fingers. 


title: Rejazz
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
Thought I'd cry for you forever 
But I couldn't so I didn't 
People's children die and they don't even cry forever 
Thought I'd see your face in my mind for all time 
But I don't even remember what your ears looked like 

And the clock still strikes midnight and noon 
And the sun still rises and so does the moon 
Birds still migrate south and people move on 
Even though I'm no longer in your arms 
Thought the mountains would crumble and the rivers would bend 
But I thought all wrong and the world did not end 
The maps will just have to stay the same for a while
Didn't even need therapy to rehabilitate my smile 

Thought I'd cry for you forever 
But I couldn't so I didn't 
People's children die and they don't even cry forever 
Thought I'd see your face in my mind for all time 
But I don't even remember what your ears looked like 

And the clock still strikes midnight and noon 
And the sun still rises and so does the moon 
Birds still migrate south and people move on 
Even though I'm no longer in your arms 
Thought the mountain would crumble and the rivers would bend 
But I thought all wrong, baby, I thought all wrong, the world did not end 
The maps will just have to stay the same for a while
Didn't even need therapy to rehabilitate my smile
Rehabilitate my smile

Thought I'd cry for you forever 
But I couldn't so I didn't 
Thought I'd cry for you forever 
But I couldn't so I didn't
Oh, I thought I'd cry for you forever 
But I couldn't so I didn't
Baby, I thought I'd cry for you forever 
But I didn't


title: Back Of A Truck
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
She Lifted The Monument In Her Monumental Arms
She Was The Mother Superior With Her Carry-On Luggage Charms
She Was This Androgynous Powder Nosed Girl Next Door
She Had Eaten Her Dog And She Was Back For More
Back For More, Back For More
Oh She Was Back For More, Some More, Yes Please, Some More

Her Gym Teacher Thought Himself A Sweat-Socked Demi-God
And Her Geraniums Thought Themselves An Alien Pod
Her Front Porch Gave Way Beneath The Classified Weight
And When An Ambulance Came They Said It's Much Too Late
Oh It's Much Too Late, Oh It's Much Too, Much Too Late
Oh It's Much Too Late, How Late? Very Late, Too Late.

Now The People Of New Guinea And The People Of L.A.
Have Been Penpals For Years Cause They Both Hate Ballet
Only The Pandas And Bears Have Made A Clean Get Away
But The News Bulletin Claims It Is Gonna Be Okay 
Now Miss Lucy Had A Sweat Shop Where The Immigrants Worked
Problem Was They All Turned To Pumpkins At The Twelve O'clock Stroke
Promptly Confiscated By Police Precinct Number X
That Was When Alien Geraniums Entered Into A Fight
No Violence, Of Course, No Violence, No Violence, Of Course
Hey, Hey No Violence, Of Course, Of Course, Why Yes, Of Course
I Mean, I Mean, Of Course, Why Yes, Of...Of Course

Here The Story Gets Hazy And The Hair Gets Too Long
And The T.V. Gets Quiet As I Hear A Real Bad Song
The Mothers Get Whiskey And The Girlfriends Get Tongue
And There's A Back Of A Truck Selling Smoke Free Lungs
And There's A Back Of A Truck Selling Alien Pods
And There's A Back Of A Truck Selling Game Show Hosts
And There's A Back Of A Truck Selling The Souls Of The Dead
And There's A Back Of A Truck Selling Crumb Free Bread
This Is New York!
Now There's A Back Of A Truck Selling The Back Of A Car
And There's A Back Of A Car Selling Road Way Maps
And There Are Road Way Maps Selling A Back Of A Head
Hey How Much For That Back Of A Head, Man?
Hey Wait A Minute, Hey Wait A Minute
Wait A Minute That's...Wait A Minute That's My Back Of A Head
Hey You Can't Sell That, Man, That's My Back Of A Head
Hey, Hey Sell It Back To Me, Man, Sell It Back To Me
Hey It's, It's My M-M-M-M-M-M-Mine

She Lifted The Monument In Her Monumental Arms
She Was The Mother Superior With Her Carry-On Luggage Charms
She Was This Androgynous Powder Nosed Girl Next Door
She Had Eaten Her Dog And She Was Back For More
She Had Eaten Her Dog, D-O-W-G
She Had Eaten A Dog, D-D-Dog, D-D-Dog, Dog, Dog, Dog
She Had Eaten A...Eaten A...Eaten...Eaten Her...Ooooh
Mmmmmm...Mmmm...Mmm
Ohhhh...Ohhh....Ohhhh
Ooooh....Ooooooh...Ooooh
Some More, Yes Please, Some More
Some More, Yes Please, Some More


title: Buildings
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
He Was A Husband Who Drove His Wife Home Drunk From The Parties 
He Was A Husband Who Drove His Wife Home 
And In The Car He Would Lean Her Head Gently On The Side Door Window 
And In The Bathroom He Would Hold Her Hair Back And Hope, Saying; 

They Build Buildings Oh They Build Buildings 
Oh They Build Buildings, Oh
They Build Buildings Oh They Build Buildings 
Oh They Build Buildings So Tall These Days 

And In The Morning She'd Wake Up And Crouch Recollections All Day 
But She Would Always, Always Wake Up The Next Morning 
He'd Take One Look At Her And Say: "Oh, Oh That's Okay"
And Her Conscience Would Issue Yet Another Last Warning, Saying:

They Build Buildings Oh They Build Buildings 
Oh They Build Buildings, Oh
They Build Buildings Oh They Build Buildings 
Oh They Build Buildings So Tall These Days 

And She Would Ask For Time 
And She'd Ask For Time 
And She'd Ask For Time
And She'd Ask For Time 
And She Would Beg For Time, 
And She'd Beg For Time And Call It A Gift 
And He Would Give Her Time 
And He'd Give Her Time 
And He'd Give Her Time 
And He'd Give Her Time
But Time Is Not Given And Time Is Not Taken 
It Just Sifts Through Its Sift 
Time Is Not Given And Time Is Not Taken 
It Just Sifts Through Its Sift 
Sifts Through Its Sift
Just Sifts Through Its Sift
Sifts Through Its Sift
Just Sifts Through Its Sift

Would Be Coffee And Coffee And Coffee 
And Coffee And Coffee And Coffee Some More 
He'd Go To Work And She'd Take A Sick Day And Rot At The Core 
And By The Time He Came Back 
She'd Scrub The Bathrooms And Make Them Smell Like Pine 
It Would Be Almost As If Nothing Had Happened 
And He'd Give Her Time, Oh
Oh And He'd Give Her Time, Saying:

Oh, They Build Buildings, Oh They Build Buildings, Oh They Build Buildings, 
Oh, Don't They Build Buildings, Oh They Build Buildings, 
Oh, They Build Buildings So Tall These Days

And She Would Ask For Time 
And She'd Ask For Time 
And She'd Ask For Time 
She'd Beg For Time, 
And She Would Beg For Time 
And She'd Beg For Time And Call It A Gift 
And He Would Give Her Time 
And He'd Give Her Time 
And He'd Give Her Time 
And He'd Give Her Time
But Time Is Not Given And Time Is Not Taken 
It Just Sifts Through Its Sift 
But Time Is Not Given, Time Is Not Taken 
It Just Sifts Through Its Sift 
Oh, Sifts Through Its Sift
Sifts Through Its Sift
Oh, Sifts Through Its Sift
Sifts Through Its Sift

He Was A Husband Drove Time Home Time Car Oh Car Oh Coffee Pine Scrub Bathroom Window... 
Don't They Build Buildings So Tall These Days?


title: Marry Ann
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
Miss Marry Ann 
Kept her man 
In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves 
And on that day 
As scheduled 
They made porcupine love, porcupine love 

So stiff and stuck and prickly 
He came in and then back out quickly 
But lord not any quicker than according to plan 
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other 

Miss Marry Ann 
Had a man 
Named Stan, Stan Buttler 
He had no antlers 
He had no center 
He had no enter and he had no exit 

His hair was short and prickly 
He came in and then back out quickly 
But lord not any quicker than according to plan 
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other 

And how he loved her apple pies, 
How he loved her meat loaf, 
How he loved her chicken breasts, 
How he loved her pudding, 
Served promptly at eight o'clock, 
Served promptly at seven 
Served promptly at ten o'clock, 
And promptly at eleven heaven 

Miss Marry Ann 
Kept her cans 
In alphabetical order 
Miss Marry Ann 
Began to have 
Some thoughts of murder 

Miss Marry Ann 
Began to think 
Real hard about her future 
Miss Marry Ann 
Preferred her meat 
To be freshly butchered 

Oh she killed him rather quickly 
Man that woman was truly sickly 
But lord not any sicker than according to plan 
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other 

And how he loved her apple pies, 
How he loved her meat loaf, 
How he loved her chicken breasts, 
How he loved her pudding, 
Served promptly at eight o'clock, 
Served promptly at seven 
Served promptly at ten o'clock, 
And promptly at eleven heaven 

Miss Marry Ann 
Kept her man 
In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves 
And on that day 
As scheduled 
They made porcupine love, 
Porcupine lo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-apchu! 


title: Flyin
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
I went flyin' out of my window 
I went flyin' out of my window 
been caught doin' it once or twice 
but it feels so real nice 
oh it feels so real nice 

saw the earth and I saw the sky 
saw the earth and I saw the sky 
been caught doin' it once or twigh 
but it feels so real nigh 
oh it feels so real nigh 
oh it feels so real nigh 

went to school with them boring teachers 
who thought they was all my preachers 
so I went starin' out of my window 
I went starin' out of my window 
been caught doin' it once or twice 
but it feels so real nice 
oh it feels so real nice, 
oh it feels so real nice, that I might even do it again 

one of them took me with him to sleep 
said not to make a peep 
said it'll be a secret we keep 
so I didn't make a peep 
kissed my cheek and rubbed my feet 
but his kissin' didn't taste so sweet 
told him I just wanted to sleep 
so he got mad 
and he got madder, and he got maddest of them all 

sent me flyin' out of his window 
sent me flyin' out of his window 
not caught once, not caught twice 

and I've been flyin' ever since 
and I've been flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
and I've been flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
and I've been flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
and I've been flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
and I've been flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
and I've been flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
I've been flyin' in the skies
I've been flyin' ever since 
I've been flyin' in the skies
And I've been flyin' ever since 
And I've been flyin' in the skies
And I've been flyin' ever since


title: Wasteside
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow 
But it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of today 
All the barbershops and funeral-homes were open 
And the customers were coming and the business was doing great 

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow 
Dreaming dreams and drooling on my bed 
All the people in my town would be born 
Then they'd get themselves a hair cut 
And then promptly after they'd be dead 

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow 
When a drunk girl awoke me on the train 
But I did not hear her mumbling and I did not hear her stumbling 
As I dubbed myself a passenger 
And kindly stepped away 

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow, of tomorrow
I was sleeping I was sleeping by the wasteside
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
I was sleeping, ladies and gentlemen 
I was just sleeeeee-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 

I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow 
But it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of today 
All the barbershops and funeral-homes were open 
And the customers were coming and the business was doing so, so great 


title: Pavlov's Daughter
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
The Grave Diggers Getting Stuck In The Machine
Picking Getting Slim, Slimmer
I Hear Them Say My Name
Regin-Ah, Regin-Ah, Regin-A-Ah

Yes I'm Putting The Boulder To My Ear
And I Still Can't Hear
Whadya Think I Was An Amateur
Playin' With My Temperature...

If I Hear Another Song About Angels
If I See Another Feather On The Dumb-Box
I'm Gonna Go To Babylon And Get Me Some Whiskey
Gonna Go To Babylon And Get Me Some Whiskey Now...
If I Hear Another Song About Angels
If I See Another Feather On The Dumb-Box
I'm Gonna Go To Babylon And Get Me Some Whiskey
Oh Get Me Some Whiskey, Get Me Some Whisky, Get Me Some Whiskey Now

My Name Is Lucille And I Know How You Feel
I Live Downstairs
I Hear You Taking Out Your Garbage
I Hear You Loving Your Girlfriend
I Hear You Loving Yourself Too
I Hear You Flushing Your Toliet
I Hear You Turning Your Thoughts Off
I Turn Mine Off Too
The Only Thing I Hear Is You
And You Don't Sound Nice And You Don't Sound Right
And You Don't Sound Good And You Don't Sound Right

My Name Is Lucille And I Know How You Feel
I Live Downstairs
I Hear You Taking Out Your Garbage
I Hear You Loving Your Girlfriend
I Hear You Loving Yourself Too
I Hear You Turning Your Thoughts Off
Oh, I Hear You Turning Your Thoughts Off
And It Get's Quiet...

Pavlov's Daughter Woke Up In The Morning
Heard The Bell Ring
And Something Deep Inside Of Her Made Her Want To Salivate
So She Lay There Drooling On Her Pillow
So She Lay There, The Sun Skimming Her Skin,
And, And...Drooling On Her Pillow
Pavlov's Daughter
And It Was Far Away And Hazy Like A Dream
Not A Dream, Not A Dream,
But The Ocean, Not The Ocean,
But Forever...

The Grave Diggers Getting Stuck In The Machine
Picking Getting Slim, Slimmer
I Hear Them Say My Name
Regin-Ah, Regin-Ah, Regin-A-Ah

Yes I'm Putting The Boulder To My Ear
And I Still Can't Hear
Whadya Think I Was An Amateur
Playin' With My Temperature...

If I Hear Another Song About Angels
If I See Another Feather On The Dumb-Box
I'm Gonna Go To Babylon And Get Me Some Whiskey
Gonna Go To Babylon And Get Me Some Whiskey Now...
If I Hear Another Song About Angels
If I See Another Feather On The Dumb-Box
I'm Gonna Go To Babylon And Get Me Some Whiskey
Oh Get Me Some Whiskey, Get Me Some Whisky, Get Me Some Whiskey Now

My Name Is Lucille And I Know How You Feel
I Live Downstairs
I Hear You Taking Out Your Garbage
I Hear You Loving Your Girlfriend
I Hear You Loving Yourself Too
I Hear You Turning Your Thoughts Off
I Hear You Turning Your Thoughts Off
And I Turn Mine Off Too
The Only Thing I Hear Is You
And You Don't Sound Nice And You Don't Sound Right
And You Don't Sound Good And You Don't Sound Right

My Name Is Lucille And I Know How You Feel
I Live Downstairs
I Hear You Taking Out Your Garbage
I Hear You Loving Your Girlfriend
I Hear You Loving Yourself Too
I Hear You Turning Your Thoughts Off
I Hear You Turning Your Thoughts Off
It Get's Quiet...

As Quiet As An Ambulance Checking Out The Neighborhood,
Waiting For The Blade To Slip And That Final Blow,
But Nothing Happens, It's A Cruel Joke
As Ironic As A Ticker Tape Parade Over The Rain Forest,
As Ironic As A Ticker Tape Parade Over My Head,
As Ironic As A Ticker Tape Parade Over My Head
Going Down Stream...
To Where...It Isn't... Even... Real...Rain... At...All...


title: 2.99c Blues
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
Somewhere far away where I roam 
There live my buffalo twin in our twin buffalo home 
And takes good care of my native son 
He calls me by my native name 
He even lets us drink spring water on Sundays 2.99 a gallon 

And somewhere further down the road where I also roam 
There lives my caterpillar cousin beneath a fancy engraved tomb head stone 
In the middle of his southern town 
Beneath a cemetery burial plot 
He don't pay rent no more 
But he sure likes the spot 

But in the furthest place I've ever known 
Where even I so rarely roam 
There lives a boy who just come back from war 
His flesh was wounded but he made it back home 
His mother calls him by his given name 
And the neighbors whisper how he prefers to be alone 
And he gets nightmares about boys dripping blood sold for 2.99 a gallon 

But when I get me all real tired 
And I got no more strength to roam 
I catch me a horse driven carriage ride 
From a local man named Ethan Frome 
He don't say much as he tips his hat 
And he carries his body as heavy as lead 
And he could have been flying through the snow on his sled
But he wife was in bed and the horses had to be fed 
Besides it's 2.99 a story 
Pay up it's just 2.99 a story... 
2.99 a gallon 


title: Braille
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
So she named the baby Elvis
To make up for the royalty he lacked
And from then on it was turpentine and patches
From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs outside of her window
And she knew they'd be destined to become
Sacred roadkill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles and puddles and mistakes
Cause it's been turpentine and patches
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
Saying why don't I begin again
With turpentine and patches
With cold, cold Campbell's from the can
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
It's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
What's written in Braille upon my skin

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor, la la lying, la la lying on the floor, counting stretch 


title: I Want To Sing
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
I want to sing to you my love 
My only love and happiness 
Don't be so blue so blue my love 
Take off your shoes take off my dress 
I want to sing to you my love 
My only love and happiness 
Don't be so blue so blue my love 
This too shall pass this too shall pass 

But tell me, what have I done to deserve you? 
Must have done something cause that's how it works 
Must have been kind to kittens and birds, 
In a previous life must have thought happy thoughts,
happy thoughts... 

'cause there, you were there right beside me 
Then somehow inside me while inside myself 
Books on the shelf thoughts on the shelf 
Hands to myself, I should definitely keep my hands to myself 

Love is a dangerous pastime 
Caught between madness and gladness of flight 
Nothing is wrong and nothing is right 
Falling asleep in your arms every night 

But love's such a strange situation 
Full of frustration and anger and fear 
Everything's tears 
Nobody hears 
Nobody's here, and nobody hears... 

I want to sing to you my love 
My only love and happiness 
Don't be so blue so blue my love 
Take off your shoes take off my dress 
I want to sing to you my love 
My only love and happiness 
Don't be so blue so blue my love 
This too shall pass, this too shall pass...


title: Sunshine
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Eleven Eleven
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
format: MP3
lyrics:
Mr. Sunshine in the morning 
In the morning light 
Won't you come down from the ceiling 
Won't you stay the night 
Baby won't you stay the night 

In the summer I remember days so long and hot 
These past weeks it has been raining 
And now my song's a flood 
Baby now my song is a flood 

You've been driving down that same road 
Road rage in your eyes 
So won't you come down from the ceiling 
Won't you hear my cries?
Baby, won't you hear my cries?

Sunshine, sunshine 


title: Samson
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed

And history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful
And came into my bed

Oh, I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed

Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah, we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first


title: Oedipus
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
I'm The King's Thirty Second Son
Born To Him A Thirty Second Time
Born To Him With My Hair Still On
Born To Him With Two Eyebrows On
And That's All I Was Wearing
When I Woke Up Staring At The World

My Mom Had Been A Rather Crazy Queen
But Not At All Like A Sex Machine
She Liked To Keep Her Body Clean, Clean
Thought The World To Be Quite Obscene
But She Retired To Her Chambers
And We Remain Quite Strangers

And To See Me Made Her Awful Sad
And To Touch Me Made Her Awful Sad
And To See Me Made Her Awful
And To Touch Me Made Her Awful

I'm The King's Thirty Second Son
Man, All It Took Was Thirty Second's Time
But A Spoiled Little Prince I Was Not
Had A Chamber Maid And A Chamber Pot
And There's Thirty One Others Just Like Me
There's Thirty One Others I Can Be

Sometimes I'd Stand By The Royal Walls
The Sky'd Be So Big That It Broke My Soul
And I'd Stand On My Toes To Catch A Glimpse
Of My Mother's Eyes And My Mother's Skin
But She Retired To Her Chambers
And We'd Remain Quite Strangers

And To See Me Made Her Awful Sad
And To Touch Me Made Her Awful Sad
And To See Me Made Her Awful
And To Touch Me Made Her Awful

And One Morning I Woke Up
And I Thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then One Morning And I Woke Up
And I Thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then One Morning I Woke Up
And I Thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus

'cause Thirty Two's Still A Goddamn Number
Thirty Two Still Counts
Gonna Make It Count, Gonna Make It Count
Gonna Oh Oh Oh
Thirty Two's Still A Goddamn Number
Thirty Two Still Counts
Gonna Make It Count, Gonna Make It Count
Gonna Oh Oh Oh

Long Live The King, Long Live The King
Long Live The King, Long Live The King
Long Live The King, Long Live The King
Long Live The King, Long Live The

I'm The King's Thirty Second Son
There's Thirty One Others Just Like Me
There's Thirty One Others On The Way
There's Thirty One Others After That

Sometimes I Stand By The Royal Gate
People Screaming Love And Hate
And They Scream And They Scream And They Scream And They Scream
Long Live The King, Long Live The Queen

And To See Me Made Her Awful Sad
And To Touch Me Made Her Awful Sad
And To See Me Made Her Awful
And To Touch Me Made Her Awful

And One Morning I Woke Up
And I Thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then One Morning And I Woke Up
And I Thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then One Morning I Woke Up
And I Thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus

'cause Thirty Two's Still A Goddamn Number
Thirty Two Still Counts
Gonna Make It Count, Gonna Make It Count
Gonna Oh Oh Oh
Thirty Two's Still A Goddamn Number
Thirty Two's Still A Goddamn Number
Thirty Two's Still A Goddamn Number
Thirty Two's Still A Goddamn Number

Thirty Two, Thirty Two
Thirty Two, Thirty Two
Thirty Two, Thirty Two
Thirty Two, Thirty Two

Long Live The King, Long Live The King
Long Live The King, Long Live The King
Long Live The King, Long Live The King
Long Live The King, Long Live The King


title: Prisoners
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
All of the prisoners serving life sentences
Wait for the earth to suddenly shake
For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling and
For the bars to somehow magically break

Aw, There's nothing wrong with them
That a thousand bucks can't fix
That a thousand arms can't hold down
In the ground they're tattooing the stones with
Cusses like cavemen - your momma was here

But they want to run through the air with no barriers or obstacles
Gunmen or guard dogs or priests
And to rise from the mud and start over and over
With the people all dead.

If Hans Christian Andersen could've had his way with me
Then none of this shit would have ever gone down
In my cell I'm tattooing myself with
Mermaids and swallows and though I do swallow
My mama thinks I'm grown but I'm really just little
And someday I will remember
Someday I will remember
Someday I will remember 


title: Reading Time With Pickle
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket, the condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle
Bought the jar, took it home

Then made it up the stairs
And made it through the doorway and waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom 
The truest room in the whole damn house

Singin' love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
So the answer has got to be love, yeah

So feeding time with TV
Then sleeping time, not sleepy
So reading time with pickle
But where the bed side lamp had been
Is now emanating soft soft green

Has it always been this way?
Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?
Maybe now things will start to change
And life will turn a better page
No more rage

Singin' love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
But I know I've been asked
And the answer has got to be love, love, love

Tomorrow back to work again
Better run to the supermarket, running hopeful through the aisles
Haven't been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar was smiling after all

Man, pickle jars are just pickle jars
And pickles are just pickles
Ingredients ... water, salt, cucumbers, garlic and pickling spices

But love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
Love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love 


title: Consequence Of Sounds
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
My Rhyme Ain't Good Just Yet,
My Brain And Tongue Just Met,
And They Ain't Friends, So Far,
My Words Don't Travel Far,
They Tangle In My Hair,
And Tend To Go Nowhere,
They Grow Right Back Inside,
Right Past My Brain And Eyes
Into My Stomach Juice
Where They Don't Serve Much Use,
No Healthy Calories,
Nutrition Values.
And I Absorb Back In
The Words Right Through My Skin
They Sit There Festering Inside My Bowels

The Consonants And Vowels
The Consequence Of Sounds
The Consonants And Vowels
The Consequence Of Sounds

Got A Soundtrack In My Mind,
All The Time. Kids-
Screamin' From Too Much Beat Up
And They Don't Even Rhyme,
They Just Stand There, On A Street Corner,
Skin Tucked In
And Meat Side Out And Shot,
And I'd Like To Turn Them Down
But There Ain't No Knob.
Run Into Picket Fences
Not Into Picket Lines.
All This Hippie-Shit's For The Sixties
And Another Cliche For Our Time. But,
But A One Of These Days Your Heart
Will Just Stop Ticking,
And They Sorta Just Don't Find You Till Your Cubicle Is Reeking.

The Consonants And Vowels
The Consequence Of Sounds
The Consonants And Vowels
The Consequence Of Sounds

Did You Know That The Gravedigger's Still
Gettin' Stuck In The Machine
Even Tough It's A Whole Other Daydream.
It's Another Town It's Another World,
Where The Kids Are Asleep, Where The Loans Are Paid
And The Lawns Are Mowed.
Whad'ya Think?
All The Gravediggers Were Gone?
Just Cause One Song Is Done
There's Always Another One,
Waiting Right Around The Bend,
Till This One Ends,
Then It Begins
Squeaky Clean, Then It Starts All Over Again.
The Weather Report Keeps On
Tossing And Turning,
Predicting And Warning And Warning And Warning Of,
Possible Leakage From News Publications And,
Possible Leakage From News Tv Stations.
That Very Same Morning Right Next To Her Coffee
She Noticed Some Bleeding And Heard Hollow Coughing
The National Geographic Was Being Too Graphic,
When All She Had Wanted To Know Was The Traffic
"The World's Got A Nosebleed" It Said
"And We're Flooding But We Keep On Cutting
The Trees And The Forests!"
And We Keep On Paying Those Freaks On The Tv,
Who Claim They Will Save Us But Want To Enslave Us.
And Sweating Like Demons They Scream Through Our Speakers
But We Leave The Sound On 'cause Silence Is Harder.
And No One's The Killer And No One's The Martyr
The World That Has Made Us Can No Longer Contain Us
And Prophets Are Silent Then Running Away 'cause

The Consonants And Vowels
The Consequence Of Sounds.
The Consonants And Vowels
The Consequence Of Sounds.

My Rhyme Ain't Good Just Yet,
My Brain And Tongue Just Met,
And They Ain't Friends, So Far,
My Words Don't Travel Far,
They Tangle In My Hair,
And Tend To Go Nowhere,
They Grow Right Back Inside,
Right Past My Brain And Eyes
Into My Stomach Juice
Where They Don't Serve Much Use,
No Healthy Calories,
Nutrition Values.
And I Absorb Back In
The Words Right Through My Skin
They Sit There Festering Inside My Bowels

The Consonants And Vowels
The Consequence Of Sounds
The Consonants And Vowels
The Consequence Of Sounds


title: Daniel Cowman
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
On The Day That Daniel Cowman Stopped Existing
The World Should've Ended Right Then And There
At Precisely Four-Fifteen When He Stopped Existing
The World Should Have Ended
How Could It Go On?
How Could It Go On?
How Could It Go On?

Well, I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist
I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist
I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist
I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist

So Now That We've Got That Straight
Doesn't Mean That I Can Fly
Doesn't Mean I That I Can Go Do Whatever I Want.
Now That We've Got That Clear
And You Know That I'm Not Here
Doesn't Mean That I Can Go Do Whatever I Please.

The Premature Ejaculation Of His Death Sentence Hit Daniel In The Face Like A Big Round Spitball Hwk-Pfffff.
And Everything Got Hazy In The Courtroom And Then He Stood Up 
And Then He Sat Back Down Another Two Times In The Row.
And Everything Got Real Slow Like A Gunshot In The Movies
And He Remembered Heroin Boy Walkin' Through The Door
Bouncing Off The Walls And The Floor
Taking Off His Belt Taking Off His Pants
Filling Up The Bathtub
Getting Ready To Go In For A Swim.

Singing I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist
I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist
I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist
I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist
I Don't Exist, I Don't Exist

So Now That We've Got That Straight,
Doesn't Mean That I Can Fly
Doesn't Mean That I Can Go Do Whatever I Want.
Now That We've Got That Clear
And You Know That I'm Not Here
Doesn't Mean That I Can Go Do Whatever I Please.

And You Start Remembering And Remembering And Remembering And Remembering And Remembering...
The Heroin Boy, He Walked Through The Door,
And He Was Screaming
And I Was Like 'why's You Screaming Like It's The End Of The World?'
And He Was Like 'well It Is.'
And I Was Sitting In The Corner With My Pants Down
And I Was Sure Someone Next Door Was Blowing Up Balloons
And They Was Red And Orange.
And There Was That Swell Lady At The Bar And She Was Tryin To Buy Gin
And There Was This Other Lady At The Bar And She Was Tryin To Sell Gin
It Worked Out Good For The Boths Of Them.
And Heroin Boy Started Taking Off His Belt,
Started Taking Off His Pants,
Started Taking Off His Shoes
Filling Up The Bathtub
Getting Ready To Go In For A Swim
I Says "No-O.
You're Gonna Drown.
He Says 'no,
I Can't Drown.
Simply Because...

A Man Destined To Hang Can Never Drown,
A Man Destined To Hang Can Never Drown,
A Man Destined To Hang Can Never Ever Drown.
A Man Destined To Drown Can Never Burn,
A Man Destined To Drown Can Never Burn,
A Man Destined To Drown Can Never Ever Burn.
A Man Destined To Fry Can Never Ever Ever
A Man Destined To Fry Can Never Ever Ever
A Man Destined To Fry Can Never Ever Ever Die...
In Any Other Way But Frying,
Lucky That I'm Dying
By Hanging And Not Drowning.

So Now That We've Got That Straight
Can't I Just Be Left Alone?
I Want To Take A Fuckin' Bath


title: Bon Idée
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2]

Don't tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your idea out loud
Then it can go and live on its own
And you will miss it oh so much
And you will wait for it's return
And you will wish it were your own
But ideas that left never come back home

Don't tell your mother that you are afraid
Don't tell your lover that your heart might break
Don't tell your gods you no longer believe
Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But gods that have left you will never grace your home 

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2]

Don't tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your ideas out loud
Then they can go and live on their own without you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But ideas that left will never come back home 


title: Aching To Pupate
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate...

I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city,
I'll stand on the street corner
All mysterious and giddy,
When the passers by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat,
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake rolexes...

Every morning I'll wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake moustache
I'll drink heineken, eat cornflakes...

Then I'll call my mum and dad
Tell them that I'm doing fine,
Or I'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine,
Or I'll jump upon the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before I leave the house
I will fill my lips with lipstick...

But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city,
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy.
Some are selling bags and shoes,
Some are selling books and gold,
I've been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's been sold...

And how I'm
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pupate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pupate, pupate


title: Lounge
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
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encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
I don't care that flowers grow for you and me, and me
You don't know what love is till you see her standing there
A web of skin and nails and hair
A web of skin and nails and hair and bones and bones and thorns
Rushing in, out her hair, you think you are alive, but you are dead
You keep on driving in your car asleep
I'm driving in your car

I don't know why flowers grow in winter time
The sky turns gray, the sun don't shine
And people rush to be on time
For warmth they wrap themselves in woolen cloaks
And hats and scarves
Like larvae in their incubators
Like larvae in their cars
And drive and drive

And drive and drive
And drive and drive
And drive and drive
Until they get away


title: Lacrimosa
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
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encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
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lyrics:
We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help

If my garden would have a fence
Then the rabbits couldn't just come in
And sit on the grass
And eat all the flowers
And shit

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling down
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare oh god and mercy
Spare me

Man, I have a terrible feeling
That something's gone awful very wrong with the world
Is it something we made?
Is it something we ate?
Is it something we drank?

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling
From the dust of earth returning back
For judgement must prepare me
Spare oh god and mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

They keep on burying our dead
They keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
And all we've got is a giant crop of names
And dates

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling down
On this day of tears and mourning
From the dust of earth returning
Man for judgement must
Spare me, spare oh god and mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

Lacrimosa dies ilia 
Qua resurget ex favilla 
Judicandus homo reus. 
Huic ergo parce, Deus,


title: Lulliby
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
encoder_settings: -V 2
format: MP3
lyrics:
I know that you cannot be here
I know that you are not mine now

Looking out the window
At another window
I see toenails changing colors
Like the leaves of fall

If you often smile but often don't smile
Which do you do more often, smile or not?

I dreamt a hydrant was covered in snow
A white light glowing below

I know that you cannot be here
I know that you are not mine now

Looking out the window
At another window
I see toenails changing colors
Like the leaves of fall 


title: Ne Me Quitte Pas
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Songs
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
encoder: Exact Audio Copy (Burst Mode)
bitrate_mode: VBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.95.0+
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lyrics:
Down In Paris They Lose Their Ballas And Their Lipdamales In The Night
And Stumbling Through The Street They Say: "Sir Do You Got A Light?
"And If You Do Then You're My Friend
"And If You Don't Then You're My Foe
"And If You Are A Deity Of Any Sort Then Please Don't Go"

Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ah Ah Ah
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas

Down In Lexington They Walk In New Shoes Stuck To Aging Feet
And Close Their Eyes And Open
And Recognize The Aging Street
And Think About How Things Were Right
When They Were Young And Veins Were Tight
And If You Are The Ghost Of Christmas Past
Then Won't You Stay The Night?

Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ah Ah Ah
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ah Ah Ah
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas

Down In Bronxy Bronx The Kids Go
Sledding Down Snow Covered Slopes And
Frozen Noses, Frozen Toes
And The Frozen City Starts To Glow
And Yes They Know That It Will Pass
And Yes They Know New York Will Thaw
But If You Are A Friend Of Any Sort
Then Play Along And Catch A Cold

Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ah Ah Ah
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ah Ah Ah
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas

I Love Paris In The Rain, I Love Paris In The Rain
I Love, I Love, I Love In The Rain
I Love Paris In The Rain, I Love Paris In The Rain
And I Love, I Love, I Love In The Rain
I Love, I Love, I Love In The Rain

Down In Paris They Walk Fast
That Is Unless They're Walking Slow
And In Cafes They Look Away
That Is Unless They Look Right In
And In The Corners I Get Lost
That Is Unless I'm Getting Found
And If You Are The Ghost Of New York City
Won't You Stick Around?

Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ah Ah Ah
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Ah Ah Ah
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Cher
Ne Me Quitte Pas

I Love Paris In The Rain, I Love Paris In The Rain
I Love, I Love, I Love In The Rain
I Love Paris In The Rain, I Love Paris In The Rain
And I Love, I Love, I Love In The Rain
I Love, I Love, I Love In The Rain


title: Fidelity
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting by heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart 


title: Better
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better?
Will you feel anything at all?
Will you feel better, better, better?
Will you feel anything at all?

Born like sisters to this world
In a town blood ties are only blood
If you never say your name out loud to anyone
They can never ever call you by it

If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better?
Will you feel anything at all?
Will you feel better, better, better?
Will you feel anything at all?

You're getting sadder, sadder, sad
And I don't understand, and I don't understand

But if I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better?
Will you feel anything at all?
Will you feel better, better, better?
Will you feel anything at all?

Will you feel anything at all?
Anything at all?
Will you feel
Anything at all?
Anything at all?
Will you feel
Anything at all?
Anything at all?
Will you feel
Anything at all?
Anything at all?
Will you feel?


title: Samson
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed

And history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful
And came into my bed

Oh, I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed

Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah, we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first 


title: On The Radio
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
Ah-ah-ara-ah-ah...
Ah-ah-ara

This is how it works 
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd

While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep

And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay

But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees

While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's real long
But it's a pretty song

We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep
Pampapam-papam

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't

You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works 
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took

And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood

And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

And on the radio
You'll hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain

You'll listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio (oh oh oh) 
On the radio

On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - oooohh - uhu

Pamparam-param
Pamparam-param

Ah-ah-ara-ah-ah... 


title: Field Below
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd hear a rooster crow
But there are none who live downtown
And so the day starts out so slow
Again the sun was never called
And darkness spreads over the snow
Like ancient bruises
I'm awake to feel the ache
But I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below

I wish I'd see your face below
I wish I'd hear you whispering low
But you don't live downtown no more
And everything must come and go
Again the sun was never called
And darkness spreads over the snow
Like ancient bruises
I'm awake and feel the ache
I'm awake and feel the ache
But I wish I would see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below
I'm awake and feel the ache
Oh, but I wish I'd see a field below
I am awake and feel the ache
Oh, but I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below


title: Hotel Song
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
Come in
Come in 

Come into my world I've got to show, show, show you 
Come into my bed I've got to know, know, know you 
I have dreams of orca whales and owls but I wake up in fear 
You will never be my, you will never be my
Fool, will never be my fool 

Floaters in my eyes, wake up in a hotel room 
Cigarettes and lies, I am a child, it's too soon 
I have dreams of orca whales and owls but I wake up in fear 
You will never be my, you will never be my 
Fool, will never be my fool 

A little bag of cocaine, a little bag of cocaine 
So who's the girl wearing my dress?
I figured out her number inside a paper napkin 
But I don't know her address, I wade downstairs

The porter smiles to me a smile I've bought 
With a couple of gold coins, a sign that I've been caught 
I have dreams of orca whales and owls but I wake up in fear 
You will never be my, you will never be my
Dear, will never be my dear, dear friend 
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend

A little bag of cocaine, a little bag of cocaine 
So who's the girl wearing my dress?
I figured out her number inside a paper napkin 
But I don't know her address

Come into my world I've got to show, show, show you 
Come into my bed I've got to know, know, know you 
I have dreams of orca whales and owls but I wake up in fear 
You will never be my, you will never be my
Dear, will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend
Dear, dear friend


title: Apres Moi
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
I, oh, must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't yours 
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After me comes the flood 

I, oh, must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't, isn't yours, yours
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After me comes the flood 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After me, the flood

[From Boris Pasternak's poem]
Fevral, dostat chernil i plakat,
Pisat o Fevrale navzryd,
Poka grohochuschaya slyakot
Vesnoyu chornayu gorit. (x2) *
Февраль, достать чернил и плакать,
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною чёрною горит.

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After me comes the flood 

I, oh, must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't yours 
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice 

I, oh, must go on stan, standing, dong 
You can't, can't break that, that which isn't, isn't yours, yours
I, oh, must go on stan, standing, dong
I'm not my, my own, own, it's not my, my choice 

Russian-To-English:
February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring


title: 20 Years Of Snow
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
He's a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here
He's a dying breed
He's a dying breed

His daughter is twenty years of snow falling 
She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes 
She's twenty years of clean 
She never truly hated anyone or anything 
She's a dying breed 
She's a dying breed 

She says I'd prefer the moss 
I'd prefer the mouth 
A baby of the swamps 
A baby of the south 
I'm twenty years of clean 
And I never truly hated anyone or anything 
Twenty years of clean 
Twenty years of clean 

And I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes

While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz 


title: That Time
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
Hey, remember that time
when I found a human tooth down on Delancey?
Hey, remember that time
when we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth?
Hey, remember that time
when my favorite colors was pink and green?
Hey remember that month
when I only ate boxes of tangerines?
So cheap and juicy
Tangerines 

Hey, remember that time
when I would only read Shakespeare?
Hey, remember that other time
when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes?
Hey, remember that time
I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing?
A street cat got him by morning
and I had to bury pieces of his body
in my building's playground
I thought I was going to be sick
I thought I was going to be sick

Hey, remember that time
when I would only smoke Parliaments?
Hey, remember that time
when I would only smoke Marlboros?
Hey, remember that time
when I would only smoke Camels?
Hey, remember that time
when I was broke?
I didn't care I just bummed from my friends 
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Hey, remember that time
when you OD'ed?
Hey, remember that other time
when you OD'ed for the second time?
Well, in the waiting room,
while waiting for news of you,
I hallucinated I could read your mind 
And I was on a lot of shit too
but what I saw, man,
I tell you it was freaky
Freaky


title: Edit
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
White lines
On your mind
Keep it steady, you were never ready
For the lies
White lines
On your mind
Keep it steady, you were never ready
For the lies

You don't have no Doctor Robert
You don't have no Uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
You don't have no Doctor Robert
You don't have no Uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit

White lines
On your mind
Keep it steady, you were never ready
For the lies

You don't have no Doctor Robert
You don't have no Uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit

White lines on your mind
Keep it steady, you were never ready
For the white lines on your mind
Keep it steady, you were never ready
For the white lines on your mind
Keep it steady, you were never ready
For the lies
Lies

You don't have no Doctor Robert
You don't have no Uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
You don't have no Doctor Robert
You don't have no Uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit


title: Lady
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
Lady sing the blues so well 
As if she mean it 
As if it's hell down here 
In the smoke-filled world 
Where the jokes are cold 
They don't laugh at jokes 
They laugh at tragedies 

Corner street societies
But they believe her
They never leave her
While she sings she make them feel things
She says: "I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder"

And I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong 
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder 
The little wet tears on my baby's shoulder 

Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree
She says: "I'm free"
Sings so soft as if she'll break, says:

"I can sing this song so blue
"That you will cry in spite of you
"Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
"Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder"
I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

But on this stage
I've learned to fly
Learned to sing
And learned to cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

But now it's time
To say goodbye
Some might laugh
But I will surely cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

Lady lights a cigarette
Puffs away
And winter comes
And she forgets


title: Summer In The City
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Begin To Hope
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
composer: Regina Spektor
label: Sire
language: eng
format: MP3
lyrics:
Summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage 
And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes 
I've been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment 
Telling strangers personal things 

Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely 
So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers 
And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying 
It doesn't seem so worth it right now 

And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking 
They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise 
At the sight of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but 
But anger, her skin makes them sick in the night nauseaous, nauseaous, nauseaous 

Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely 
I've been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women 
And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling 
But there's no recognition in their eyes 

Oh summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage 
And don't get me wrong, dear, in general I think I'm doing quite fine 
It's just when it's summer in the city, and you're long gone from the city 
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes 

When it's summer in the city 
And you're so long gone from the city 
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes 
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes 
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes


title: The Calculation
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
You went into the kitchen cupboard
Got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces
Of these strangers in the pages
'Til we knew 'em mathematically

They were in our minds
Until forever
But we didn't mind
We didn't know better

So we made our own computer
Out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings
And divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love

Didn't even know
That love was bigger
Didn't even know
That love was so, so
Hey Hey Hey

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us up

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us
Up

So we made the hard decision
And we each made an incision
Past our muscles and our bones
To our hearts with little stones

Pulled them out they weren't beating
And we weren't even bleeding
As we lay them on the granite counter top

We beat 'em up
Against each other

We beat 'em up
Against each other

We struck 'em hard
Against each other

We struck 'em so hard
So hard
Until they sparked

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us up

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us Up

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us
Up


title: Eet
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can't believe it
You were always singing along
It was so easy and the words so sweet
You can't remember
You try to feel the beat

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet, eet, eet, eet
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeteeet, eet, eet, eet

You spent half of your life trying to fall behind
You're using your headphones to drown out your mind
It was so easy, and the words so sweet
You can't remember
You try to move your feet
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet, eet, eet, eet
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet, eet, eet, eet

Someone's deciding whether or not to steal
He opens the window just to feel the chill
He hears that outside a small boy just starting to cry
'Cause it's his turn but his brother won't let him try

It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can't believe it
You were always singing along
It was so easy and the words so sweet
You can't remember
You try to move your feet

It was so easy and the words so sweet
You can't remember, you try to feel the beat 


title: Blue Lips
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
He stumbled into faith and thought, 
"God, this is all there is?"
The pictures in his mind arose, 
And began to breathe. 
And all the gods and all the worlds 
Began colliding on a 
Backdrop of 
Blue. 

Blue lips, 
Blue veins. 

He took a step, but then felt tired. 
He said, "I'll rest a little while."
But when he tried to walk again, 
He wasn't a child. 
And all the people hurried fast, 
Real fast, 
And no one ever smiled. 

Blue lips, 
Blue veins. 
Blue, 
The color of our planet from far, far away. 
Blue lips, 
Blue veins. 
Blue, 
The color of our planet from far, far away. 

He stumbled into faith and thought, 
"God, this is all there is?"
The pictures in his mind arose, 
And began to breathe. 
And no one saw, and no one heard. 
They just followed the lead. 
The pictures in his mind awoke, 
And began to breed. 

They started out beneath the knowledge tree. 
Then they chopped it down to make white picket fences, 
And they march along the railroad tracks, 
They smile real wide for the camera lenses. 
They made it past the enemy lines 
Just to become enslaved in the assembly lines. 

Blue lips, 
Blue veins. 
Blue, 
The color of our planet from far, far away. 
Blue lips, 
Blue veins. 
Blue, 
The color of our planet from far, far away. 
Blue, 
The most human color. 
Blue, 
The most human color. 
Blue, 
The most human color... 
Blue lips, 
Blue veins. 
Blue, 
The color of our planet from far, far away.


title: Folding Chair
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
Come and open up your folding chair next to me,
My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze,
There's a shadow, You can't see my eyes,
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies.

Let's get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy,
I'll safety-pin his clothes all cool and you'll graffiti up his toys
I've got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget,
I've got a perfect body, 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat, yes they do. They do.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.

Now I've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years,
Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears.
But every time the tide come in to take me home,
I get scared, now I'm sitting here alone,
Dreaming of the dolphin song.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.

Maybe one day you'll understand,
I don't want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand.
'Til that day just please don't be so down,
Don't make frowns, you silly clown.

Just come and open up your folding chair next to me,
My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze,
There's a shadow, You can't see my eyes,
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies.

There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes.
There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes


title: Machine
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
My eyes are bi-focal
My hands are sub-jointed
I live in the future
In my pre-war apartment

And I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places
And I'm upgraded daily
All my wires without traces

Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into

Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into machine

I collect my moments
Into a cold respondence
With a mightier power
Who just lacks my perspectives
And who lacks my organics
And who covets my defense
And I'm downloaded daily
I am part of a composite

Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into

Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I'm hooked into
Hooked into machine

Everything's provided
Consummate consumer
Part of worldly taking
Apart from worldly troubles

Living in your pre-war apartment
Soon to be your post-war apartment
And you live in the future
And the future
It's here
It's bright
It's now


title: Laughing With
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
No One Laughs At God In A Hospital 
No One Laughs At God In A War 
No One's Laughing At God When They're Starving Or Freezing Or So Very Poor 

No One Laughs At God When The Doctor Calls After Some Routine Tests 
No One's Laughing At God When It's Gotten Real Late 
And Their Kid's Not Back From The Party Yet 

No One Laughs At God When Their Airplane Starts To Uncontrollably Shake 
No One's Laughing At God When They See The One They Love 
Hand In Hand With Someone Else And They Hope They're Mistaken 

No One Laughs At God When The Cops Knock On Their Door 
And They Say We Got Some Bad News, Sir 
No One's Laughing At God When There's A Famine, Fire Or Flood 

But God Can Be Funny 
At A Cocktail Party When Listening To A Good God-Themed Joke 
Or When The Crazies Say He Hates Us 
And They Get So Red In The Head You Think They're 'bout To Choke 

God Can Be Funny 
When Told He'll Give You Money If You Just Pray The Right Way 
And When Presented Like A Genie Who Does Magic Like Houdini 
Or Grants Wishes Like Jiminy Cricket And Santa Claus 
God Can Be So Hilarious 
Ha Ha 
Ha Ha 

No One Laughs At God In A Hospital 
No One Laughs At God In A War 
No One's Laughing At God When They've Lost All They've Got 
And They Don't Know What For 

No One Laughs At God On The Day They Realize The Last Sight They'll Ever See 
Is A Pair Of Hateful Eyes 
No One's Laughing At God When They're Saying Their Goodbyes 

But God Can Be Funny 
At A Cocktail Party When Listening To A Good God-Themed Joke 
Or When The Crazies Say He Hates Us 
And They Get So Red In The Head You Think They're 'bout To Choke 

God Can Be Funny 
When Told He'll Give You Money If You Just Pray The Right Way 
And When Presented Like A Genie Who Does Magic Like Houdini 
Or Grants Wishes Like Jiminy Cricket And Santa Claus 
God Can Be So Hilarious 

No One Laughs At God In A Hospital 
No One Laughs At God In A War 
No One Laughs At God In A Hospital 
No One Laughs At God In A War 

No One's Laughing At God In A Hospital 
No One's Laughing At God In A War 
No One's Laughing At God When They're Starving Or Freezing Or So Very Poor 

No One's Laughing At God 
No One's Laughing At God 
No One's Laughing At God 
We're All Laughing With God


title: Human Of The Year
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
Hello
Hello
Calling a Karl Projectorinski to the front of the cathedral.
You have won, dear sir
may I congratulate you first?
Oh what an honour.
Human, human of the year, you won.
Human, human of the year, you won.

Why are you so scared?
You stand there shaking in your pew.
The icons are whispering to you,
they're just old men,
like on the benches in the park,
except their balding spots are glistening with gold.
Human, human of the year, you won.
Human, human of the year, you won.

Ahh ah ah.
You have won.

Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.

Outside the cars are beeping out a song just in your honour.
And though they do not know it,
all mankind are now your brothers.
And thus the cathedral had spoken, wishing well to all us sinners.
And with a sigh grew silent.
Til next year's big human winner.
Outside the cars are beeping out a song just in your honour.
And though they do not know it all mankind are now your brothers.
All mankind are now your brothers.

Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.

Hello
Hello
Calling a Karl Projectorinski to the front of the cathedral.
You have won


title: Two Birds
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other watches him close from that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar

I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand

Two birds on a wire
One says "c'mon" and the other says "I'm tired"
The sky is overcast and I'm sorry
One more or one less
Nobody's worried

I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand

Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always gonna stay together
But one's never going to let go of that wire
He says that he will
But he's just a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away and the other
Watches him close from that wire
He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away and the other...


title: Dance Anthem Of The 80s
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
You-Ou-Ou-Ou-Ou A-A-A-A-A-Are
So-O-O-O-O Sw-Ee-Ee-Ee-Ee-Eet
Da-A-A-A-An-Ci-I-I-Ing To That
Be-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Eat 

There's A Meat Market Down The Street
The Boys And The Girls Watch Each Other Eat

You Are So Sweet, So Sweet
Dancing And Moving To That Beat, That Beat

There's A Meat Market Down The Street
The Boys And Girls Watch Each Other Eat
The Boys And The Girls Watch Each Other Eat
When They Really Just Wanna Watch Each Other

Sleep
They Want To Watch, To Watch Each Other
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep
They Want To Watch, To Watch Each Other
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

You Are So Sweet.
(Once More)
You Are So Sweet
(My Solo)

[Regina's Piano Solo]

I'm Walking Through The City
Like A Drunk, But Not
With My Slip Showing A Little
Like A Drunk, But Not
And I Am One Of Your People
But The Cars Don't Stop
And I Am One Of Your People
But The Cars Don't Stop

And It's Been A Long Time Since Before I've Been Touched
Now I'm Getting Touched All The Time
And It's Only A Matter Of Who
And It's Only A Matter Of When

An Addiction To Hands And Feet
There's A Meat Market Down The Street
The Boys And Girls Watch Each Other Eat
When They Really Just Wanna Watch Each Other Sleep
There's A Meat Market Down The Street
The Boys And Girls Watch Each Other Eat
When They Really Just Wanna Watch Each Other

Sleep
They Want To Watch, To Watch Each Other
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep
They Want To Watch, To Watch Each Other
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

They Want To Watch, To Watch Each Other
They Want To Be Watched, They Want To Be Washed
They Want To Be Touched, To Touch Each Other
They Want To Sleep, They Want To Be Slept
They Want To Watch, To Watch Each Other
They Want To Be Watched, They Want To Be Washed
They Want To Be Touched, To Touch Each Other
They Want To Sleep, They Want To Be Slept
They Want To Watch, To Watch Each Other
They Want To Be Watched, They Want To Be Washed
They Want To Be Touched, To Touch Each Other
They Want To Sleep, They Want To Be Slept
They Want To Watch, To Watch Each Other
They Want To Watch, They Want To Be Watched
To Watch Each Other
To Watch Each Other
To Watch Each Other
Watch Each Other
Watch Each Other
Watch Each Other
Watch Each Other
Watch Each Other


title: Genius Next Door
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
Some said the local lake had been enchanted 
Others said it must have been the weather
The neighbours were trying to keep it quiet
But I swear that I could hear the laughter
So they joke, and they nicknamed it the porridge
Cause over night that lake had turned as thick as butter

But the local kids would still go swimming -drinking
Saying that to them it doesn't matter

If you just hold in your breath
Til' you come back up in full
Holding your breath
Til' you thought it through -You fool

The genius next door was bussing tables
Wiping clean the keptchup bottle labels
Getting high on mumbling german fables
Didn't care as long as he was able
To strip his clothes off by the dumpster
At night while every one was sleeping
And wade midway into that poridge
Just him and the secret he was keeping

If you just hold in your breath
Til' you come back up in full
Hold in your breath
Til' you thought it through - You foolish child

In the morning the film crews start arriving
With donuts, coffee and reporters
The kids were waking up hung over
The neighbours were starting up their cars
The garbagemen were emptying the dumpsters
Atheists were praying full of sarcasm
And the genius next door was sleeping
Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm

If you just hold in your breath
Til' you come back up in full
Hold in your breath
Til' you thought it through - You foolish child 


title: Wallet
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
I found a wallet,
I found a wallet
Inside were pictures of your small family
You were so young, your hair dark brown
You had been born in 1953
Your winter birthday was stamped on the plastic
Of a license so recently expired
I was so tired as I walked through my door
I let all the contents of your wallet on the floor

And like a holy relic
Or a mystery novel
I thumbed them in the dim light
Searching for a clue-
A Blockbuster card,
An old stick of Juicy Fruit
A crumpled receipt for a pair of leather boots

I have no wallet,
I have no wallet
I keep my cards together with a blue rubber band
And with a free hand I search in my pocket
For pieces of, pieces of paper and change

I'll take your wallet
To my local Blockbuster
They'll find your number
in their computer
You'll never know me
I'll never know you
But you will be so happy
When they call you up


title: One More Time With Feeling
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
your stitches are all out
but your scars are healing wrong
the helium balloon inside your room has come undone
and it's pushing up at the ceiling
and the flickering lights it cannot get beyond

everyone takes turns
now it's yours to play the part
and they're sitting all around you
holding copies of your chart
and the misery inside their eyes is synchronised and reflecting it to yours

hold on
one more time with feeling
try it again, breathing's just a rhythm
say it in your mind until you know that the words are right
this is why we fight

you thought by now you'd be
so much better than you are
you thought by now they'd see
that you have come so far

and the pride inside their eyes
is synchronised to a love you'll never know
so much more than you can show

hold on
one more time with feeling
try it again, breathing's just a rhythm
say it in your mind, until you know that the words are right

this is why we fight
this is why we fight 


title: Man Of A Thousand Faces
artist: Regina Spektor
album: Far
albumartist: Regina Spektor
genre: Anti-Folk
encoder: Itunes 8.2.0.23
format: MP3
lyrics:
The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
And begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's sturdy instruction
To a place of no religion
Has found a path to our alikeness

His words are quiet like stains are
On a table cloth washed in a river
Stains that are trying to cover, for each other
Or at least blend in with the pattern
Good is better than perfect
Scrub til your fingers are bleeding
And I'm crying for things that I tell others to do without crying

He used to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite pages
And stuff them into his breast pocket
And the moon to him was a stranger
Now he sits down at the table
Right next to the window
And begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's sturdy instruction
To a place of no religion
Has found a path to our alikeness
And eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her


title: Black History Month
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
composer: Saul Williams/Thavius Beck/Trent Reznor
comments: 1
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -b 320
format: MP3
lyrics:
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you. Im tougher than bullets so, baby, pray to your savior. I never been shot, but I bet you Im braver. Im taking my spot, NGH, I aint afraid to be me. Sometimes I find it very hard to be..Who?. Me{The inevitable rise and liberation of NiggyTardust!}

Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and maced! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!

Picture me, lampin in the company car. Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels. NGH WHT? Im a star. I cruise the block like a feather back and forth til I land as the song in your ear or the book in your hand. Now the whole fuckin world bout to know who I am. Got your whole system up in my trunk. That dog eat dog make my woofers bark: atomic crunk All my trill NGHs know who be bringin da funk. Lees and shell toes like its Black History Month. Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and maced! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!

Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and mased! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!

There was one. Bore witness to the rays of the sun. Synthesized in her own image. Photo negative. Shun. The development of Parliament. The phallic bop gun. Thus, the mother-ship connection spawned the birth of the drum. Ancient drum begat drum. Kingdom go, kingdom come. Ancient sector of the scepter risen up to the Sun. Hidden hand of man begat patented clone of the drum. Boom Bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled, and re-spun. Trigger sound. Trigger gun. Drum machine. Machine gun. Bodies piled. Carefully filed under beats that were once reprogrammed to become: unplugged concert of 
Sun. Every ray with sample clearance. Every two begat one. Boom bop hard as a gun. White cross-trainers, unstrung. Let these suckas know the cost of making Harriet run.
Let the North Star be your guiding post when turned from the sun until knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone. 


Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and mased! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!


title: Convict Colony
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
composer: CX Kidtronik/Saul Williams/Trent Reznor
comments: 1
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -b 320
format: MP3
lyrics:
I was born in a convict colony. And I was torn from the land that mothered me. Mother, may I? She said, Yes, you may. Well, today I (Declare). I said, right here, today! Youre a Convict Colony if youre running from the sun! Youre a Convict Colony!
A Convict Colony! And you dont really want it.

I was birthed from the Earth. Fought my way to this day. Now, Im grown. Truth be told. Ill be here, til youre gone. Youre a Convict Colony if youre running from the sun! Youre a Convict Colony if youre reaching for your gun! Youre a Convict Colony
if youre running from the sun! Youre a Convict Colony! A Convict Colony! And you dont really want it.


title: Tr(n)igger
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
comments: 1
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -b 320
format: MP3
lyrics:
So you dont like the way were running things? And you dont like the way the chisel glang? You want to blame it on the government on why you got no money for your rent? You want to start a revolution? And blame it on the institutions? You know theres only one solution. So tell me what youre gonna do son?

The trigger is you. The nigger is you. (2x) So what you gonna do?

You wanna blame them boys in Lebanon and act like you dont know where they get it from? You wanna project all your problems and murder every hope to solve them? Would Jesus Christ come back American? What if hes Iraqi and here again? Youd have to finally face your fears, my friend? Whos gonna hold your hand when that happens?

The trigger is you. The nigger is you. (2x) So what you gonna do?

What do u teach your children about me? What do you teach your little children about me? Pimp, thug, bling, drug, Lord of the Undergrounded Kings. How can you be so sure I wont call down the rain?

The trigger is you. The nigger is you. (2x) So what you gonna do?


title: Sunday Bloody Sunday
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
comments: 1
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -b 320
format: MP3
lyrics:
I cant believe the news today. I cant close my eyes and make it go away. How long? How long must we sing this song? How long? How long? Cause tonight we can be as one. Tonight. Broken bottles under childrens feet. Bodies strewn across a dead end street. But I wont heed the battle call. It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.

Sunday Bloody Sunday. Sunday Bloody Sunday.

And the battles just begun. This many lost, but tell me who has won? The trench is dug within our hearts. Mothers, children, brothers, sisters, torn apart. 

Sunday Bloody Sunday. Sunday Bloody Sunday.
How long? How long must we sing this song? How long? How long? Cause tonight we can be as one. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight.

Sunday Bloody Sunday. Sunday Bloody Sunday.

Wipe your tears away. Wipe your tears away. Wiper your tears away. Wipe your tears away.

And its true we are immune. When fact is fiction and TV: reality. And today the millions cry. We eat and drink while tomorrow, they die. And the real battles just begun to claim the victory Jesus won on Sunday Bloody Sunday. Sunday Bloody Sunday.


title: Break
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
comments: 1
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -b 320
format: MP3
lyrics:
And when my fears arise I blow them out. 
Death creeps through the streets over programmed beats. A rabid dog in heat on a dead end street. Oil slicks, the only rainbows that canvas gray concrete. Shadows of skyscrapers fall when Mohammed speaks. Corpses piled in heaps. Sores and decay, reeks. Placing tags on feet. A Nike Air Force Fleet. Custom made. Unique. Still in box. White sheet. Ripened blue, black, sweet. White tank top, wife beat

Hearts in two-step beat...Break. Dance pray work whip Break. Neck jump back kiss Break. Ashes, dust, kill, crush Break. 

Consider yourself: less than, inferior to, half man, superior to woman, unbearable likeness. Consider yourself: almost, never quite, dark-skinned, lily white, black as sin, devils den, whiteness. Consider yourself: outcast, criminal, unseen, invisible, point blank, ready cocked trigger. Consider yourself: Hardcore, dirt poor, hustler, BCH, whore, reverend, doctor. Nigger.

Hearts in two-step beat...Break. Dance pray work whip Break. Neck jump back kiss Break. Ashes, dust, kill, crush Break. Build up, pimp strut, slapBreak. Cotton, corn, crop, wheatBreak. Dance, whip, work, prayBreak. Neck, jump, back, kissBreak.

Let it out. Blow it out. Spit it out. Get it out. Beat. Beatings. Beats. Beasts. Get it out. By the horns and get it out. Cough it up and spit it out. Get it out. Break the cycle, break the chain, break the hurt and break the pain. All my doubts and all my fears, break the spell that keeps me here. Break the cycle, break the chain, break the whip and break the pain. Get it out. Spit it out. Break. Break. Break. Break.


title: NiggyTardust
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
comments: 1
bitrate_mode: CBR
encoder_info: LAME 3.97.0
encoder_settings: -b 320
format: MP3
lyrics:
NiggyTardust: Grippo King, philosopher, and artist. Downright to the marrow, hes the arrow through the heartless. Sunlight in the afternoon, his shadow travels furthest. Woven through the heart of doom, hes bursting through the surface. Hardly nervous, suffice to say, he understands his purpose: Threshold King of everything, a comical absurdist. Sometimes when he talks he sings, yet keeps his high notes wordless. Sing along when Niggy sings. Without you hed be worthless, homeless, Earth-less. Venus Hottentot, up in the circus. Freak Show! Here him speak so properly, cause every word is measured against meaning. Probably scheming to unlearn us. Dont you call him by his name! White people call him Curtis.

When I say Niggy, you say nuthin. Niggy. Niggy. 
When I say Niggy, you say nuthin. Niggy. Nuthin. Shut up.

Put your mama on the phone. You cant say that, girl, Niggys grown. What your daddy gonna do? He cant deny what he knows true. What the preacher gonna say? Preacher cant shit, girl, the preachers gay. What your granny gonna do? She cant deny the truth. Hey! NiggyTardust, here to stay! Paint him on your lunchbox or your thermos, for a fee. You might win the chance to hang with Niggy for a day! Side effects may include simply doing what you say. Hey! NiggyTardust, no guitar. Ghetto Gothic millionaire. A super-duper star! Side effects may include simply being who you are. you are yourself, my darling dear, and where never a niggar.

When I say Niggy, you say nuthin. Niggy. Niggy.
When I say Niggy, you say nuthin. Niggy. Nuthin. Shut up.

So what yall NGHs wanna do? Im standing at the Pearly Gates so you can run and get your crew. Im knockin once then Im bustin through, with some gold Diadoras and a shirt that reads, Do unto who?. What yall NGHs wanna do? Elevate the race or love these other MTHRFCKRs too? The choice is yours, which means its up to you. But how can I love myself if I cant love you?

NiggyTardust


title: DNA
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
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(NGH WHT: chaps. 9-12)
Feel the music. Son, we got you programmed like a beat. When I press snare, Yo, guard your grill. Press kick, you move your feet. You cant compete. I got my hydrants parked on every street. Im federal NGH. Son of Sun. Come close and feel the heat. I am the streets. The white lines only separate me from me. You hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into me: Sign and Tree; Mountainside; Guard Rail; The Sea. They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me. Heres the key: DNA encoded in a beat. White rocks in a vial, NGH, aint got nuthin on me. BCH Im free. Ask these editors at MTV. Far as they, know theyre publishing some new school poetry. Let it be. Cause even that will serve to turn the key. Doorways into other worlds. The Truth shall set you free. YOU are me, I am you, but also Im (s)he. She-pherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets. Feel the beat. Nod your head. Lean back, yo. Touch your feet. Let me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seat. Feel the heat. Count this page amongst your whitest sheets. Comfort in my every word. Slide under. Countless sheep.

Hail Mary, Mother of God. Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my ipod. NGHs learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod. Staff of Moses. Pharaoh knows it. Son, my word is my bond. Tune my heart with mind. Speak my nature: Divine. With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9. Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time. Ancient NGHs align! Path of Cosmic Design. Blood of kings cause Saturns rings dont need no diamonds to shine. Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented divine. Coded Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky.

Keep your head up. We represent The Real, my NGH. Dead up. Book of the Dead. History bled. This NGH fed up. Led us to despair, some into prayer, and they wont let up until they got us worshipping them false gods instead of The Realness. God of the streets. My NGHs feel this. We nod our heads and worship through beats. Go ahead and kneel. Its the LOVE that makes the cipher complete. And itd displayed through the way the bass line marries the beat.


title: WTF!
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
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Im fighting every war at once and Im winning. 
You cant think of me like you did in the beginning.

By the time you hear this song youve gone wrong. Caught in the labyrinths of time, in your mind. Unlearn. Unwind. But, not to worry, there is no hurry. Come unto me, says She.  Youve been polluted uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed, but Im a living vessel of the Sun, of the Moon, of the One. Come. 

Hey! You aint as dead as you seem (WTF?!) but you keep living your lies. Hey! Your lifes a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight.

I see evidence in how you hold your head. And I see evidence in how you say whats said. I see it in your eyes, that youve been hypnotized. Youve been polluted, uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed but Im a living vessel of the One, of the Moon, of the Sun.

Hey! You aint as dead as you seem (WTF?!) but you keep living your lies. Hey! Your lifes a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight. (2X)

Bring yourself to be yourself


title: Scared Money
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
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Scared money dont make none.

Callin haves and have-nots, every cell on the block, every NGH with trigger empty barreled or cocked. March in like Parade of Scars if youve been stabbed or shot. Son, we smokin these batons right in front of these cops. Callin out to the kids, all my NGHs with bids, whether suited up or booted up or stuck in the mid. You can download it or boot it up. My pupils, un-lid. All my students of the underground with record store gigs. Callin out to the girls, the inventors of worlds, the intelligence of relevance and elegant pearls, pour like nectar from the lotus, Big Bang opus in swirls down the sweaty backs of hairweave tracks and dry jheri curls. Callin out to the pimps, hat-cocked slump with your gimp on your wrist with just a twist a lime to go with that limp. Hold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way in. Let these suckas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss. Yes.

Scared money dont make none. 

It was all a dream. I used to fantasize I was Malcolmor Martin in the pulpit: the ballot or the bullet. I swear, I used to pray to change back the year when NGHs spoke of MTHRSHPS with space helmets for hair. Well, now what have we here? Thugs and Poets. Oh, yeah.


title: Raw
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
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Whats a song if you cant fuck to it? I want to move deep in the gut of it? And whats the right kind of Behavior to qualify as some ones savior? What kind of question is that anyway? I know I dont deserve your time of day. But since youre giving me some time tonight. Then hold me close, girl, and just squeeze me tight. 

Raw.

I want to touch you on the other side where all your anger, fear, and hurt reside. I want to get to know the part of you that I can crawl inside, the heart of you.

Raw.


title: Skin Of A Drum
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
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And I cant become my father when its all been said and done. His completions wont complete me. Ive divided me by one. Im the answer to his riddle. Im the caution of his wind. Im the spoon wedged between tongue and teeth beneath his trembling grin. And I dare add my revision for I dare not suffer twice. And I dare not reinvent the past. And I dare not be the Christ. And I welcome every sufferer. And I welcome every Saul. Sitting in this room, on wooden bench, waiting for Joi to call. And I suffer here alone, Lord. Perturbed by my every thought. How Ive tried to strip them to the bone. Ive struggled and Ive fought. Every jealous warped intention, smuggled, sewn into genes. Every hidden mongrel tendency exploiting me in me.

Each time I put them under but still they wanna test me. I cry out through the thunder. You storm right past me. I search and I ponder. I question and wonder. I roar and I thunder, Please, let me in.

Ive been waiting here for what now seems the better of an hour. Ive raised every crippled question from the dead and given power to the absence of my sanity. The presence of a fear that lies in between forgotten dreams that pile up every year. Up above the highest testaments, down below the wooden floor, theres a gutted room, pitch black at noon, beneath a hidden door. deep within, youll find the attributes of every sunken man who must bang his head against the dead each day he tries to stand. And hes standing pressed against the very woman that he loves. Kissing eyes and lips, embracing hips, surrendering to her touch. And just at the very moment that he touches heart to heart, she pulls from his touch, cause its too much to mend whats apart.

Each time I put them under but still they wanna test me. I cry out through the thunder. You storm right past me. I search and I ponder. I question and wonder. I roar and I thunder, Please, let me in.

Its so hard to be the man I would be if hatred and  fear no longer appeared. I swear Ive become the skin of a drum, the heart of a manDivided I stand.


title: No One Ever Does
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
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Memories are like promises that are seldom kept. Hence, why Jesus wept. Every day, 
We are torn away from the one we love. Theres no God above. Only if you would spend your gift to uphold the truth of just me and you. And we represent all the time weve spent getting to this day. Theres no other way. Arent we whom we claim to be the descendents of, whom we place above? We must place within and slowly begin to love.

No one ever does.

Suddenly, who I thought was me was not me at all and I feel so small. Sitting way beneath who I want to be. I dont want to be who Ive grown to be. Only if I might somehow riff on the way before, let it be some more. Lift me from this floor. If I cant walk Ill crawl to love.

No one ever does


title: Banged And Blown Through
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
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We are broken instruments. Burst wide open. Smashed and bent. Not what youd expect from these city streets. Who serves to protect the orchestra in me? Conductor! Conductor! I feel electricity. Conductor! Conductor! Can you bring out the song in me?

Instruments, banged and blown through.


title: Raised To Be Lowered
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
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To manifest your dreams before you manifest your fears. To navigate beyond the treachery of self despair. To find the balance between all you sense  and all you see. To find the patience and the strength it takes to let it be. To stand amongst the crowd and have the strength to hold your own. To throw away the pen and pad and simply be the poem. To rise above hatred to love through seeming contradiction. To seldom take a side 
and learn to compliment the friction. To bring about the change within that we cant live 
without. To shift and re-arrange ideals and learn to deal with doubt. To voice the victory 
and unlearn ways of self-defeat. To learn the value of, yo, fuck the words just ride the beat. To leave the comfort zones of all you know to all you feel. To step beyond the void 
and realize the unknown is real. To re-imagine every obstacle as just means of honing craft and learn to laugh at failures funny dream.

There has to be some other way to stop the fight. I was raised to be lowered. Was I raised to be lowered? Each day we sing and pray for guidance through the night. I was raised to be lowered. Was I raised to be lowered?

To not allow the worshippers to take up all the space. To dance at funerals and grieve when true love shows its face. To meditate upon the lesser things like hair and nails. To find new meaning in your freedom when your freedom kills. To walk the runway on the one day when youve lost your stride. To show your face when you feel more inclined 
to run and hide. To keep it gutter when you utter. No, it wont stop until the ones that point their guns at NGHs get got! YOURE GONNA GET GOT! You let them NGHs get got. Youre gonna get got. Get popped. Get Cocked. You let them NGHs get got. Let them NGHs get got!

There has to be some other way to stop the fight. I was raised to be lowered. Was I raised to be lowered? Each day we sing and pray for guidance through the night. I was raised to be lowered. Was I raised to be lowered?
Hallelujah, all these other suckas make me sick. Inshallah weve come this far. The past can suck my dick. Blessed be the virgin, especially if shes nice and thick. May your first time be full of grace, respect, and not a trick. First communion. Sacred as the day you were conceived. Born in sin? Nah, think again. Repent and disbelieve. Heaven is between your thighs. There lies the trick. Deceived. Holy blood shed once a month until you nurture seed.

Was I raised to be lowered?


title: The Ritual
artist: Saul Williams
album: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
albumartist: Saul Williams
genre: Rap & Hip-Hop
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enough already. Stop reading and dance. (The Dead Emcee Scrolls available in bookstores near you;)


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title: Birth in Reverse
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title: Prince Johnny
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title: Huey Newton
artist: St. Vincent⸱8㠀
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title: I Prefer Your Love
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title: Regret
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title: Bring Me Your Loves
artist: St. Vincent⸱8es
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title: Psychopath
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title: Every Tear Disappears
artist: St. Vincent⸱8s牡
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title: John Cage Meets Sun Ra - Side One
artist: John Cage & Sun Ra
album: John Cage Meets Sun Ra
albumartist: John Cage & Sun Ra
genre: Unclassifiable
composer: John Cage & Sun Ra
format: MP3
comments:
Meltdown MPA-1 (1987) 12" LP ; side1-21:23 ; side2-22:19 - John Cage, voice. Sun Ra, synthesizer. Sideshows by the Seashore, Coney Island, NY, NY - 18 June 1986.  


title: John Cage Meets Sun Ra - Side Two
artist: John Cage & Sun Ra
album: John Cage Meets Sun Ra
albumartist: John Cage & Sun Ra
genre: Unclassifiable
composer: John Cage & Sun Ra
format: MP3
comments:
Meltdown MPA-1 (1987) 12" LP; side1-21:23 ; side2-22:19 - John Cage, voice. Sun Ra, synthesizer. Sidesho ws by the Seashore, Coney Island, NY, NY - 18 June 1986. 


title: Frontier Psychiatrist
artist: The Avalanches
album: Since I Left You
albumartist: The Avalanches
genre: Rap
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format: AAC
composer:
Herbert Rehbein/robert chater/Carl Sigman/Dexter Fabay/John Dobson/John Wayne/Bert Kaempfert/Frank Shuster/Darren sheltman


title: Grip Like a Vice
artist: The Go! Team
album: Proof of Youth
albumartist: Go! Team
genre: Dance & Electronic
label: Memphis Industries
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comments:
Is it possible to sound like you're having more fun than The Go! Team? Probably not, going on Proof of Youth, the second album from Brighton's brightest pop experimentalists. As on its predecessor, 2004's Thunder, Lightning, Strike, the eleven songs of Proof of Youth burst out your speakers like tangy pop bubblegum, but on closer inspection, suggest a broader, braver web of influences; many bands can remind you of the chirpy soul singalongs of The Jackson 5, the metallic guitar clang of Sonic Youth, or the cut-and-paste sonic collages of Public Enemy's The Bomb Squad, but only one can do it in a single song. "Grip Like a Vice" and "Titanic Vandalism" prove The Go! Team template is present and correct, joyful melanges of car-chase horns, double dutch vocals, melodic guitar, and crowd-hyping rapping from MC/cheerleader Ninja. But there's more here than formula. "My World" is a simple, pretty interlude of acoustic guitar, shaker, and synthesiser straight from some Look Around You-style 1980s science show, "I Never Needed It Now So Much" is a naïve pop song featuring vocals from Solex, and the glorious "Flashlight Fight" is a Public Enemy pastiche that actually features Chuck D. Skill. --Louis Pattison


title: Beautiful Delilah
artist: The Kinks
album: You Really Got Me
albumartist: The Kinks
genre: Rock
format: MP3
comments:
Original Album Reissue Digitally Remastered
Restored Packaging Unpublished Photographs and Memorobilia
PLUS Bonus Tracks, including Rare and Unreleased Recordings    (por Elwe)


title: Party Line
artist: The Kinks
album: Face To Face
albumartist: The Kinks
genre: Rock
format: MP3
comments:
All songs by Ray Davies

Ray Davies - Guitar, vocals
Dave Davies - Guitar
Pete Quaife - Bass           Mick Avory - Drums         (por Elwe)


artist: The Orb
album: The Orb's Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld (Disc 2)
albumartist: The Orb
genre: Ambient
media: CD
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title:
Ultraworld Ten - A Huge Ever Growing Pulsating Brain That Rules From The Centre Of The Ultraworld: Live Mix Mk 10


artist: The Orb Featuring David Gilmour
album: Metallic Spheres
albumartist: The Orb Featuring David Gilmour
genre: Ambient
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Metallic Side (Metallic Spheres / Hymns To The Sun / Black Graham / Hiding In Plain View / Classified)


title: Is It Real
artist: The Seatbelts
album: Ask DNA
albumartist: The Seatbelts
genre: Jazz/Blues/Rock
format: MP3
comments:
Ask DNA is a mini-album by The Seatbelts, released in 2001. It consists of music from Cowboy Bebop: The Movie, including the title theme, "Ask DNA".


title: Tank
artist: The Seatbelts
album: Cowboy Bebop
albumartist: The Seatbelts
genre: Jazz/Blues/Rock
format: MP3
comments:
Cowboy Bebop is the first album recorded by The Seatbelts for Cowboy Bebop. It features music played during the show, including an extended version of the theme song. It is one of the few soundtracks to a television show to achieve a perfect five star rating from All Music Guide.


title: Blue
artist: The Seatbelts
album: Cowboy Bebop Blue
albumartist: The Seatbelts
genre: Jazz/Blues/Rock
format: MP3
comments:
Cowboy Bebop Blue is the third Cowboy Bebop soundtrack album recorded by The Seatbelts. This album features many vocal pieces, including a version of Ave Maria, performed by the Warsaw Philharmonic Orchestra and conducted by Anthony Inglis.


title: Dialogue 1-1
artist: The Seatbelts
album: Cowboy Bebop Boxed Set
albumartist: The Seatbelts
genre: Jazz/Blues/Rock
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comments:
The Cowboy Bebop Boxed Set includes four regular size CDs, one bonus 80 mm CD, and a 52 page booklet (in Japanese). The booklet includes interesting trivia, track listing, interviews, and lyrics. Disks 1, 2 and 3 contain new and previously released tracks from the series, performed by The Seatbelts. Disk 4 contains live tracks from The Seatbelts on tour, as well as some unreleased movie tracks. The dialogue tracks are not songs, rather, they are vocal samples taken directly from the Japanese version of the series. This boxed set is currently out of production. However, bootlegs are still being produced.

All dialogue tracks are credited as follows:

    * Script: Shinichiro Watanabe, Dai Sato
    * Translation: Agnes S. Kaku


title: 24 Hours Open
artist: The Seatbelts
album: Cowboy Bebop O.S.T. Future Blues
albumartist: The Seatbelts
genre: Jazz/Blues/Rock
format: MP3
comments:
Future Blues is the main soundtrack from Cowboy Bebop: The Movie. Ask DNA, a mini-album, completes the soundtrack.


title: Radio Free Mars Talk 1
artist: The Seatbelts
album: Cowboy Bebop Remixes: Music for Freelance
albumartist: The Seatbelts
genre: Jazz/Blues/Rock
format: MP3
comments:
A collection of songs by The Seatbelts, remixed by popular American and British DJ's, including many from the popular Ninja Tune label. The premise of the album is that the CD is a recording of a pirate radio station, and each song is humorously introduced by the DJ, in English. These tracks are called the "Radio Free Mars Talks"


title: Goodnight Julia
artist: The Seatbelts
album: Cowgirl Ed O.S.T
albumartist: The Seatbelts
genre: Jazz/Blues/Rock
format: MP3
comments:
Cowgirl Ed is a limited edition Mini-CD by The Seatbelts featuring six tracks from Cowboy Bebop. This single came packaged with the first pressing of Cowboy Bebop: Future Blues and is currently out of print.


title: The Real Folk Blues
artist: The Seatbelts
album: Vitaminless
albumartist: The Seatbelts
genre: Jazz/Blues/Rock
format: MP3
comments:
Cowboy Bebop Vitaminless is the first mini-album recorded by The Seatbelts for the anime Cowboy Bebop. It features a few of the show's songs, along with the end credits theme, "The Real Folk Blues".


title: Splashdown
artist: The Telescopes
album: Telescopes
albumartist: The Telescopes
genre: Rock
format: MP3
comments:
The Telescopes began as a run-of-the-mill British shoegazer band fully under the thrall of noise and My Bloody Valentine. Perhaps a little angrier than most of that ilk but pretty unmemorable. At some point however they discovered subtlety and songcraft. They traded in most of their noise pedals for some that make the guitars go all spacey and phased-out. They also wrote a batch of songs with melodies and hooks reminiscent of Love or The Notorious Byrds Brothers-era Byrds. The songs on The Telescopes are built on acoustic guitars, then the aformentioned tricked-out electric guitars are laid on top and garnished with bongos, organs, pianos and all sort of classic instruments. Stephen Lawrie's vocals are restrained and semi-emotional and female backing vocals add a touch of sweetness to the record that might be missing other- wise as the overall atmosphere is very moody and introspective. A large chunk of the credit should be given to producer Guy Fixsen, who also helmed some great records with Moose & Rollerskate Skinny and is a member of Laika. Sadly, The Telescopes split soon after this album came out but the classic sound they came up with here lives on in bands like Mojave 3 and the Verve.  Tim Sendra


title: Talkin' Bout A Revolution
artist: Tracy Chapman
album: Tracy Chapman
albumartist: Tracy Chapman
genre: Rock
label: Elektra / Wea
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One of the most striking debut albums ever released, this disc instantly established Chapman as a musical force, and with good reason. Immediacy, integrity of purpose, and unqualified artistry are apparent in nearly every song. And while "Fast Cars" remains Chapman's best-known work, "Talkin' Bout a Revolution" is that rarest breed: a song which is both topical and timeless. Any exploration into Chapman's work should begin with this at times stunning effort; it's a disc of remarkable uniformity and clarity that Chapman has yet to improve on. --Wayne Pernu


title: Struttin'
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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cold crispy crunchy crackle
pulsating electrical static
it's just so automatic
my piece of personal plastic

instant phat packet zap
beat net delivery fix
baby blonde battery barbies
ain't got nothing on this

key ticks go clickity clack
holowach hits his hard drive hack
download track and bounce right back
p2p is where it's at

spot rip sample and clip
zip burn spin and spit
some sonic assembly line trip
shooting strait, strait from the hip

speaking to this tiny box
through wires words walk
struttin down browser blocks
world-wide transmission talk

fuzzy flicker fm falls
drm dashed to the walls
podcast broadcasts signal no noise
global infinite internet choice

music junkies get all for free
major labels don't get me
contracts kiss my industry
i'll sing the system to its knees

try to stop a genie loose
lawyers can't hold back the truth
we the people, we the youth
you the media, we're now too

evolving global brain
planet transmit tell-tale train
virtual visual psychic plane
alpha omega ascension game

serket dot net beams it down
rj carries the classical crown
arna ema sing some rounds
try^d kicks the combined sound


title: Breathe
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
there's a place 
deep down inside
where i breathe
i concede
to the sea

oh i wonder
is this all
i see?

there's only
you and me

so i wonder
will you wait for me
while i struggle
to breathe?

cast aside all doubt
to the wind
let it float away
to the sea

as i breathe
as i breathe
as i breathe

yes i wonder
will you wait for me
while i struggle
to breathe?

will you be there?


title: Alone
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
is there anyone awake here
is there anyone who shares
is there anyone alive here
is there anyone who cares

home lights
flicker
over oceans
of land
will one
human
hold my hand

is there anyone aware here
is there anyone who feels
is there anyone alone here
is there anyone who's real


title: Listen
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
you tell me what you dream
i'll tell you who you are

sometimes you'll find me wishing
that this whole world would listen

we billions one light beam
born streams of burning stars

are we now finally seeing
what we've been always being

people running all around
highways over and underground
cities made of steel and stone
babies call them home

creatures crawling on the ground
beehive busy buzzing sound
ant hills hailing to the queen
empires towering over trees


title: You Are God
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
etched in digital stone
this voice has found a home
inside your head
what can be said
to a computer grown
brains wrapped up in bone
open up your ears
how do you hear
put away those books
take a long look
who grew your hands
who writes your plans
who through your eyes
sees these blue skies
who made all this
take a wild guess

you are god

ages untold
found us all controlled
priest, president, king, czar
told us what we are
this is no more
broke down their door
no more mind cage
in this now age

we are god


title: Lovely
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
you lay there and cry
feeling sorry for your life
tearing yourself apart
drowning in thought
baby baby
tell me
why do you gotta be
your own worst enemy

trees and galaxies
can't you see
just like these
you are so lovely
how could you ever think
you're separate from everything

this modern myth
of where you end and i begin
is just some trick beyond the skin
of an outer world within

flowers and leaves
look and see
just like these
you are so lovely

birds and bees
look and see
just like these
you are so lovely


title: Beauty
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
horizon swallowed you by
and i was no longer home
a sip, a sin, and a sigh
and we slow danced alone

you smiled somewhere
and our lives changed
i found i could share
the things i never could say

someday
you will find me
and i'll follow you
endless

together we'll be
green light across the blue
don't run
though i'd run anyway
for this love of ours

at peace
shining silver or grey
i'll join you in the stars.

i will find you
ton corps caché
metéore illuminé

i will find you


title: Empty
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
do what you will
share some sympathy
all that you do with me
is lost in eternity

grab all you want
you'll never hold on to me
everything you see
is totally empty

nothing we feel
is lasting or real
everything fades
womb to the grave

take what you can
yet in the end
it's all nowhere
smoke in thin air

come what may
all i can say
is savor this day
it will pass away

if everyone knew
their years are few
what would they do
faced with this truth

so here we all are
working so hard
climbing so high
do we know why

one thing is clear
everyone here
is in the same boat
sink or float

live and learn
suddenly turns
to one more step
die and forget


title: Mesmerize
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
when there's no place you feel at home
and you think you'd be better off alone

when you think there's no reason to try
and you hate yourself and you wanna die

when you're filled with anxiety
everyone's your enemy
wanna go out and kill yourself

you're overreacting

depressed
because you think you can't do your best

when you write yourself a stupid song
to remind yourself that you forgot

you're overreacting


title: All the Same
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
dream
in a dream

sunlight
in the darkness

sound
in the silence

whisper
in a crowd

oh i, separate it
oh i, liberate it

it's all a dream to me
it's all the same to me

i wonder
while I wait

i think
anticipate

i kiss
your lips
your spirit

oh i, separate it

oh i, separate it
oh i, liberate it

it's all the same
it's all a dream
to dream


title: This
artist: Tryad
album: Listen
albumartist: Tryad
genre: Blues
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lyrics:
this
this is the way
how we move through the rain
how we grow through the pain
into the day
of youth born again

this
this is the place
where we open up our minds
where we turn and raise our eyes
into the space
of limitless faith

this is everything

this
this is the time
where we find we've got enough
where everyone all gives up
into the light
of universal love

this
this is home
where you and i both come from
where we are forever one
within this sea
of tranquility

this is everything

this
this is the end
where nothing else can be said
where words can no longer tread
onward we go
beyond the known


title: Late Night Tales Continuous Mix
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artists: Air
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artists_credit: Air
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albumartists: Air
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title: Girls Like Us
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title: Rodeo Drive (Neo Soul mix)
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title: Everyday Struggles (Afroforce remix)
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title: Rain (James Rudie remix)
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composer: Thomas Brenneck, Michael Leonhart, Leon Michels, Nick Movshon, Tobias Pazner, Homer Steinweiss
work: Apollo's Mood
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label: Daptone Records
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script: Latn
language: eng
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