Thursday, July 31, 2008

LL Cool J - I'm That Type of Guy



LL Cool J - I'm That Type of Guy

You're the type of guy that can't control your girl
You try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls
I'm the type of guy that shows up on the scene
And gets the seven digits, you know the routine
You're the type of guy that tells her, "Stay inside"
While you're steady frontin in your homeboy's ride
I'm the type of guy that comes when you leave
I'm doin your girlfriend, that's somethin you can't believe
Cause I'm that type of guy

You're the type of guy that gets suspicious
I'm the type of guy that says, "The puddin is delicious"
You're the type of guy that has no idea
That a sneaky, freaky brother's sneakin in from the rear
I'm the type of guy to eat it, when he won't
And look in the places that your boyfriend don't
You're the type of guy to try to call me a punk
Now knowin that your main girl's bitin my chunk
I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are borin, and I can drive em crazy
You're the type of guy to give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater _kiss_ thank you, sweetheart
I'm that type of guy

I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early
Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast
You're the type of guy eatin a TV dinner
Talkin about... "Goddamn it, I'ma kill her"
I'm the type of guy to make her say, "Why you're illin, Bee?"
...You're the type of guy to say, "My lower back is killin me"
...Catch my drift?
You're the type of guy that likes to drink Olde English
I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper
You're the type of guy to say, "What you talkin bout?"
I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers in your hamper
I'm that type of guy

I'm that type of guy
You know what I mean?
Check it out...

T-y-p-e g-u-y
I'm that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye
Like a bandit, caught me redhanded, took her for granted
But when I screwed her, you couldn't understand it
Cause you're the type of guy that don't know the time
Swearin up and down, "That girl's all mine"
I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin it
Go 'head to work, while I defrost it, and season it
I'm that type of guy

I'm that type of guy
Know what I mean
I'm that type of guy
"So ridiculous"

So funny
I don't know
Come on down
Yeah
Like real cool, you know what I mean?
I like just going to your front door ringin bells
And just like, ha, leave...

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Neko Case - Hold On, Hold On



Neko Case - Hold On, Hold On

The most tender place in my heart is for strangers
I know it's unkind but my own blood is much too dangerous
Hangin' round the ceiling half the time
Hangin' round the ceiling half the time

Compared to some I've been around
But I really tried so hard
That echo chorus lied to me with its
"Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on"

In the end I was the mean girl
Or somebody's in-between girl
Now it's the devil I love
And that's as funny as real love

I leave the party at three a.m.
Alone, thank God
With a valium from the bride
It's the devil I love
And that's as funny as real love
And that's as real as true love

That echo chorus lied to me with its
"Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on"

That echo chorus lied to me with its
"Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on"

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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

My Morning Jacket - The Bear



My Morning Jacket - The Bear

Its a bad idea, to go down to the pier by your self after dark.
It's a bad idea, cause they're down on their luck
And they've lost touch with their bleeding hearts.
Bad idea, cause I've felt that way and I know I shouldn't have gone.
The time is near,
To come forward with whatever killed your spark.
There's still time, for you,
To change your mind or whatever
Else you do there's still time whoaa

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Monday, July 28, 2008

Wilson Pickett - I'm in Love

photo by paul bourke


Wilson Pickett - I'm in Love

I´m in love, yes I am
Love, love, love
I´m in love, sho ´nuff in love
Look-a-here
My friends all wonder what´s come over me
I´m as happy as a man can be
I´m in love (love, love)
I´m in love (love, love
I´m in love (love, love)
I´m so glad I can tell the world (love, love, love)
I´m too proud on my own (love, love, love)
Yes I am (love, love, love)
I´m sho ´nuff in love (love, love, love)
Look-a-here
I feel just like a baby boy (ooooo)
On a Christmas mornin´ with a brand new toy
I´m in love (love, love)
I´m in love, love, love

Uum-mmm
I´m in love (love, love)
Sho´ nuff´ in love (love, love)
I can shout about it, yeah (love, love, love)
I can cry about it sometime (love, love, love)
Whoa sho ´nuff in love (love, love, love)
Sho ´nuff in love, yes I am (love, love, love)
I can knock on wood, now (love, love, love)

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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Chromeo - Momma's Boy



Chromeo - Mommma's Boy

She says I remind her of her father and I know she likes it
She wants a man thats got his game locked tight
I think she reminds me of my mother and she knows i like it
I want a woman with the same brown eyes

And girl you got it, so bad
When the only boy you know is your dad
And boy you got it, so wrong
When you look into her eyes and all you really see is your mom

Ohhhh

Cuz your a Momma's boy, Momma's boy

She tried to take me to the movies, but I couldn't enjoy it
I didn't even let her sneak a touch
She asked me whats the problem, maybe we can talk about it
You're thinking about your mother way to much

And you got it, so bad
When the only boy you know is your dad
And boy you got it, so wrong
When you look into her eyes and all you really see is your mom

Woooaah

Cuz your a Momma's boy, Momma's boy,
Momma's boy, Momma's boy,
Your a Momma's boy, Momma's boyy
Yaaaaaah
Your just a Momma's boy
Your just a Momma's boy
Your just a Momma's boy

Your just a (Owww)

She says I remind her of her father and I know she likes it
She wants a man thats got his game locked tight

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Friday, July 18, 2008

Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down



Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

Do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do.

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

EPMD - Strictly Business



EPMD - Strictly Business

Try to answer to the master on the mc rap artists
No joke I on the lyric it's hard to be modest
I knew i was the man with the master plan
To make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatin
Just think while I sing and to the brain structure
Don't sleep on the e -- 'ya see, something might rupture
I don't take time for me to blow your mind
It takes a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind
So just lounge 'cause you're a mc clown
Or join the circus EPMD is in town

Total chaos no mass confusion
Rhymes so hypnotizing known to cause an illusion
Like a magician who draws a rabbit out a hat, son
I'm drawin' more, like a 44-magnum
MC's please stop, look, and listen and try to imagine
It's travellin' the speed of light, but everything' motion it's frightening
Plus the thought of you alone
You now enter the dimension called the twilight zone
You're terrified plus you can't bear the thought
You and I one-on-one in the land of the lost
You start to shiver then you scream, my friend
You wake up, muttley, because you're dreamin' again
Next time I'm on the scene do not try to diss us
Keep your mouth suckered up, because I'm strictly business

This is the rap season when the E starts pleasin'
Girls around the world no need to be skeezin'
When i roll I stroll, cool always pack a 2
Just in case a brother acts a fool
I've got the energy to put the girlz in a frenzy
Put a shock when i rock even though I'm not stingy
Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dance floor
Get busy, boy like you never saw before
Rhyme flow good to go
After the show I'll pull your hoe, boy
"do you sniff blow??" -- hell no
Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'
And if my parents find out, then they start riffin'
So I stay, a-ok
'cause I'm the E . . . the R-I-C-K

MC's look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends heart rate increases
It's like beam me up, scotty, I control your body
I'm as deadly as aids when it's time to rock a party
With all due respect, when I say mike check
I let a sucker slide once then I break his neck
So when I say jump, you'll reply "how high?"
Because I'm takin' no prisoners, so don't play hero and die
You're just a soldier and I'm a green beret
I do not think twice about the mcs I slay
So if you want to battle, I highly recommend this:
Bring your dog, mom, and dad because I'm strictly business

Yo, yo, you're still pickin' on that four-leaf clover?
Bring in the sandman, sucker because it's over
My name is Eric Sermon and I'm back again
I see the head's still turnin' of my so-called friends
They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash,
Mad and stuff - because they don't have cash
Like the e-double or the pee-md
He drives a corvette, I drive a semi-iroc suzuki
I'm the locksmith with the key to fame
Never high on myself, always stay the same
Play a lot because I'm hot and like a horse I trot
Around the track and back, fatigued?? no, I'm not

I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one that likes to say hello
To a fly girl that is good to go
With the slow tempo and the off-beat rhyme flow
'cause when i am in action, there is no time for maxin' or relaxin
Just reactin' and subtractin'
On a sucker mc who's mouth keeps on yappin' and flappin'
I lose my cool, then I'll be start slappin' and smackin'
You on a roll, then I'll be start jackin' and cappin'
No time to lounge, I'm packin' and strappin'
At my point attack I soar at you like an eagle,
I'm the sheriff, and bitin' is illegal
So next time in town, I highly recommend this,
You gots to chill, because I'm strictly business

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Slapp Happy - Haiku



Slapp Happy - Haiku

We’re chippin’ at the moon with an old bone
Issa and her sister chip until the moon is gone
An endless row of wagons in the snow
Issa grabs her sister says c’mon let’s go ‘cause
Yeah, I think I’ll write a haiku
Well, you know as well as I do
You gotta, gott have a high IQ
So eat this and have a cup of tea
Widow lighting lamps at cock crow
Sengai stamps to help his blood flow
From his brush figures rush
In the middle sits a poet
Almost smothered, almost crushed, crying
"yeah, I think I'll write a haiku..."
(Systole, diastole
Dealing with the parts but
Feeling with the whole.)
Yo!
Han Shan's tears, small worlds
In the wood a drop of blood
Hits an inky pond which ripples as it should...

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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Hiatus (again)

for about a month maybe.