Yo La Tengo - Autumn Sweater

Yo La Tengo - Autumn Sweater

When I heard the knock on the door
I couldn't catch my breath
Is it too late to call this off

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

I tried my best to hide
In a crowded room, it's nearly possible
I wait for you, oh, most patiently

So I looked for your eyes
And the waves looked like they'd pour right out of them
I'll try hard, I'll try always
But it's a waste of time
It's a waste of time if I can't smile easily
Like in the beginning
In the beginning...

Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel No. 2

Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel No. 2

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
You were talking so brave and so sweet,
Giving me head on the unmade bed,
While the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
We were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
You just turned your back on the crowd,
You got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
You fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe
You just turned your back on the crowd,
You got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around.

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
That's all, I don't even think of you that often.

Mogwai - Summer

Mogwai - Summer

Dionne Warwick - Walk On By

Dionne Warwick - Walk On By

If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by

Make believe
That you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by

I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by

Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
And walk on by
And walk by (don't stop)

Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk by (don't stop)

2Pac - To Live and Die in L.A.

2Pac - To Live and Die in L.A.

What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?
I love Tupac's new record
Right, but don't you feel like that creates tension between East and West?
He's talking about killing people, I had sex with your wife
and not in those words, but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased.

No doubt
To live and die in LA
California - Don't care what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me it never rains
To Live and Die in LA
Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang currency chasin'
World wide through the hard times warrior faces
Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted bout it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryin to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream
A hard lesson--court cases--keep em guessin'
Plea bargain ain't an option now--so I'm stressin'
Cost me more to be free than a life in the Pen
Making money off of cuss words--writin' again
Learn how to think ahead--so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset like in a sin
What's the worst they could do to a nigga
Get me lost in hell--To Live and Die in LA
On bail--my angel sing...

To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see

It's the cities of angels and constant danger
South Central LA--can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera
On the curb watching the ghetto bird helicopters
I observe--so many niggaz
Gettin 3 strikes--tossed in jail
Swear the pen's right across from hell
I can't cry--cause it's home now
I'm just a nigga on his own now
Livin life thug style--so I can't smile
Writin to my peoples
When they ask for pictures
Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches
Better learn about the dress code
B's and C's--all them other niggaz copycats
These is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every nigga in LA
Got a little bit of thug in em'
We might fight among each other
But I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down--get us pissed
To Live and Die in LA

To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see

Cause would it be LA with out Mexicans?
Black love, Brown pride
and the sets again--Pete Wilson
Tryin to see us all broke
I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe
Remember K day
Weekends--Crenshaw--MLK
Automatics rang free niggaz lost they way
Gang signs being showed
Nigga love your hood
But recognize and it's all good
Where the weed at--niggaz gettin shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muthafucka burned out
M-O-B
Big Suge in the low low
Bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex
With an ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggaz with me OFTB
They got some hash
Took a stash
Left the rest for me
Neckbone--Dre, Heron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked
But this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel
Hoping it pay
Gettin high--watchin time fly
To Live and Die in LA

To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
To Live and Die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see

This goes out for 92.3, 106--all the radio stations
That be bumping my shit
Makin my shit sells Quadruple, Quadrople, platinum
This goes out to all the magazines
That support a nigga
All the real mothafuckas
All the stores, the mom & pop spots
A&R people, all ya'll mufuckas
LA--California love
Part mothafuckin 2 without gay ass Dre