Steve Cory's Song List

Woke up this morning I was feelin’ kinda hazy
Had a bad feelin’ that I’d done somethin’ crazy
Think I’d remember ’til death do us part
A ring on my finger and a woman on my arm

Hey people, Swear ta’ God and hope ta’ die
Tough breaks and bad decisions
That’s the story of my life

In chapter one, I was glad to be alive
I discovered a woman, long about chapter five
Spent all my money, a’out chapter ten
Been stuck in chapter eleven, ever since then

Hey people, Swear ta’ God and hope ta’ die
Tough breaks and bad decisions
That’s the story of my life

That’s the truth
Yes, Yes, Yes, That is the truth

Seemed like everytime I get a little bit ahead
Got to hit the brake, lights start turnin’ red
Every check I get, is followed by a bill
Every open road, is followed by a hill

Hey people, I don’t know why I even try
Tough breaks and bad decisions
That’s the story of my life
Tough breaks and bad decisions
That’s the story of my life

That’s the truth too
That is the truth

Guitar Shorty - Watch Your Back - The Story of My Life (2004)

Tuesday afternoon.
I’m just beginning to see,
Now I’m on my way.
It doesn’t matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.

Something calls to me.
The trees are drawing me near,
I’ve got to find out why.
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.

I’m looking at myself, reflections of my mind.
It’s just the kind of day to leave myself behind.
So gently swaying through the fairy-land of love,

If you could just come with me
and see the beauty of Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.

Tuesday afternoon.
I’m just beginning to see,
Now I’m on my way.
It doesn’t matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.

Something calls to me.
The trees are drawing me near,
I’ve got to find out why.
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.

Moody Blues - Days Of Future Past - Forever Afternoon (Tuesday?) (1967)

Everybody’s here with me
We got no camera to see
Don’t think I’m not all in this world
The camera won’t let me go
The verdict doesn’t love our soul
The digital won’t let me go

Yeah yeah yeah, I’ll pay
(yeah yeah yeah)
When tomorrow
Tomorrow comes today

Stereo I want it on
It’s taken me far too long
Don’t think I’m not all in this world
I don’t think I’ll be here too long
I don’t think I’ll be here too long
I don’t think I’ll be here too long

Yeah yeah yeah, I’ll pay
When tomorrow
Tomorrow comes today

(Da da da da da da da da)

Gorillaz - Tomorrow Comes Today (2001)

{starved in metropolis}, {hooked on necropolis}
{addict of metropolis}, {do the worm on the accropolis}
{slamdance cosmopolis}, {enlighten the populace}

Hungry darkness of living, who will thirst in the pit?
{hooked in metropolis}
She spent a lifetime deciding, how to run from it
{addicts of metropolis}
Once fate had a witness, and the years seemed like friends
{girlfriends}
Her babies can dream but dreams begins like its end
{shot in eternity}, {methadone kitty}, {iron serenity}

Ghetto defendant, It is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city

{strung out committee}, Walled out of the city
Clubbed down from uptown, Sprayed pest from the nest,
Run out to barrio town, {the guards are itchy}
Forced to watch at the feast, then sweep up the night
Flipped pieces of coin, {broken bottles}
Exchanged for birthright, {grafted in a jiffy}

Ghetto defendant, It is heroin pity
{strung out committee}
Not tear gas nor baton charge
Will stop you taking the city
{Narc sitting pretty}, {graphed in a jiffy}
It is heroin pity, Not tear gas nor baton charge
Will stop you taking the city

The ghetto prince, of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room, {jean arthur rimbaud}
By the bodyguards of greed, for disturbing the tomb
{1873}, His words like flamethrowers, {paris commune}
Burnt the ghettos in their chests
His face painted whiter, and he was laid to rest
{died in marseille}, Ghetto defendant
{buried in charleville}, It is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge, Stops you taking the city
{shut up in eternity}

It is heroin pity, Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
{Guatmala Honduras Poland}, {a hundred years war}
{t.v. rerun invasion}, {death squad Salvador}
{ahh}, {Afganastan meditation}, {ohm}, {ahh}, {old Chinese flu}
{ohm}, {kick junk what else}, {gat tay}, {can a poor worker do?}
{agga gat tay}, {have a bad day}, {ohm}, {ohm}

Ghetto defendant, {ahhh}, {sako mon yang}, It is heroin pity
{sugga gat tay}, {atta gatta yay}, {swa hah}
Not tear gas nor baton charge, {gat tay}, {para gattay}
Will stop you taking the city, {ohm}, {ahh}
Ghetto defendant, {sako mon yang}, It is heroin pity, {mon yon}
Not tear gas nor baton charge, {gat tay}, {para gattay}
Stop you taking the city

The Clash - Essential Clash - Ghetto Defendant (1982)

Two gunslingers, walked out, in the street
And one said, “I don’t wanna fight no more”
And the other, gunslinger, thought about it
And he said, “Yeah what are we fighting for”?

I’m takin’ control of my life,
I’m takin’ control of my life
I’m takin’ control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah

Well the crowd, that assembled
For the gun fight, were let down
Everyone hissed and booed
And a stranger, told his Mrs.,
“That’s the last one, of these gunfights
you’re ever gonna drag me to

I’m takin’ control of my life,
I’m takin’ control of my life
I’m takin’ control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah

Well the two, gunslingers
Went ridin’, out of town and
Were never heard from no more
And there ain’t been, a gun fight
For a long time, maybe never
But nobody knows for sure

I’m takin’ control of my life,
I’m takin’ control of my life
I’m takin’ control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah

Tom Petty - Into The Great Wide Open - Two Gunslingers (1991)

Cold cooling at a ball lookin’ for some action
But like Mick Jagger said, “I can’t get no satisfaction”
The girls are all around, but none of them wanna get with me
My threads are fresh, I’m looking def, Yo wassup with the L.O.C.

The girls are all jocking at the other end of the bar
Having drinks with some no name chump when they know that I’m a star
So I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina
I asked the guy, “Why you so fly”? He said “Funky Cold Medina”

This brother told me a secret on how to get more chicks
Put a little Medina in your glass and the girls’ll come real quick
It’s better than any alcohol or afrodesiac
A couple of sips of this love potion and she’ll be on your lap

So I gave some to my dog, when he began to beg
He licked his bowl and looked at me and did the wild thing on my leg
He used to scratch and bite me, before he was much, much meaner
But now all the poodles run to my house for the Funky Cold Medina

You know what I’m saying
I got every dog in my neighborhood breaking down my door
I got Spuds McKenzie, Alex from Strohs
They won’t leave my dog alone with that Medina thing

I went up to this girl, she said “Hi, my name Sheena”
I thought she’d be good to go with a little Funky Cold Medina,
She said “I’d like a drink”, I said “Ok, I’ll go get it”
And then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips and I knew that she was with it

So I took her to my crib and everything went well as planned
But when she got undressed it was big old mess, Sheena was a man
So I threw him out, I don’t fool around with no Oscar Meyer weiner
You must be sure that the girl is pure for the Funky Cold Medina

You know, ain’t no plans with a man,
This is the 80s, and I’m down the ladies,
Break it down,

Back in the saddle, lookin’ for a little affection
I took a shot, as a contestant on “The Love Connection”,
The audience voted, and you know they picked a winner
I took my date to the Hilton for Medina and some dinner

She had a few drinks, I’m thinking soon what I’ll be gettin’,
Instead she starting talkin’ ’bout plans for a weddin’,
I said “Wait. Slow down love, not so fast, I’ll be seein’ ya”,
That’s why I found you don’t play around with the Funky Cold Medina

You know what I’m saying, That Medina’s a monster y’all

Funky Cold Medina

Tone LOC [Anthony Terrell Smith]
Loc-ed After Dark - Funky Cold Medina (1989)

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’,
I was layin’ in bed
Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough.
And I was standin’ on the side of the road
Rain fallin’ on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I’ve paid some dues gettin’ through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin’ away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue,”
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin’ for a while on a fishin’ boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin’ in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I’s just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, “Don’t I know your name?”
I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
“I thought you’d never say hello,” she said
“You look like the silent type.”
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I’m goin’ back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They’re an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter’s wives.
Don’t know how it all got started,
I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives.
But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

Bob Dylan - Blood On The Tracks - Tangled Up In Blue (1975)

Sittin’ in the morning sun
I’ll be sitting when the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in
And I watch ‘em roll away again

Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the ‘Frisco bay
‘Cause I’ve had nothing to live for
And look like nothin’s gonna come my way

So I’m just…
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wasting time

Look like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same

Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

Now, I’m just…
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wasting time

Otis Redding - (Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay (1967)

Passing time has no surprise
When pleasure found is my resource
Should I lose my lover’s eyes
Then secrecy will hide my course

Forgotten lies aim to distract me
This moon-mind must not connect
Pure nature will contain me
Freefall in air I will surpass
When I’m falling, calling, I return
Floating closer to your shore

I start to drift with the tide
Maybe I’ll reach, I’ll reach the beach
My heart is sealed water tight
Maybe I’ll reach. I’ll reach the beach

When in your eyes I see the sign
A teasing passion for a desperate man
Should I lose my lover’s eyes
Then secrecy will hide my course
When I’m feeling too sure, then I drown
Floating closer to your shore

I start to drift with the tide
Maybe I’ll reach, I’ll reach the beach
My heart is sealed water tight
Maybe I’ll reach, I’ll reach the beach

The Fixx - Reach The Beach (1983)

Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.

Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.

They’re still talking about money,
That’s right and too much of heaven.
C’mon my friend,
Let me tell you what it’s all about,
It’s called money dependence today,
And people just keep on going on
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else,
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
Into their bank account, and that’s too much of heaven
Bringing them underground.

Let me tell you what its all about
It’s called money dependence today,
And people just keep on going on looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else,
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
Into their bank account,
[Loop]

Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
Heaven, (yeah) can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, (heaven), a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, (yeah) the killer makes no sound.
[Loop]

Oh let me tell you what it’s all about.
Too much of heaven bring you underground.

Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
heaven, (yeah) can always turn around.
Too much of heaven (heaven), a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
[Loop]

Eiffel 65 - Europop - Too Much of Heaven (1999)

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it
I know they’re wrong, wait and see.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
and someone believed it,
and look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.

All of us under its spell,
we know that it’s probably magic….

Have you been half asleep
and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.
La, la la, La, la la la, La Laa, la la, La, La la laaaaaaa

Paul Williams and Kenneth (Kenny) Asher
Jim Henson as Kermit The Frog - Rainbow Connection (1979)

Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember things I love,
Stoppin’ at the log where catfish bite,
Walkin’ along the river road at night,
Barefoot girls dancin’ in the moonlight.

I can hear the bullfrog callin’ me.
Wonder if my rope’s still hangin’ to the tree.
Love to kick my feet ‘way down the shallow water.
Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t’your mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
Welllllll!

Up at Cody’s camp I spent my days, oh,
With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers.
Old Cody, Junior took me over,
Said, “You’re gonna find the world is smould’rin’.
And if you get lost come on home to Green River.”

Welllllll!
Come on home.

John Fogerty - Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River (1969)

Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?

Hush now baby, baby, don’t you cry
Momma’s gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma’s gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma’s gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won’t let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma’s will keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe, Oooo Babe, Ooo Babe,
Of course Momma’s gonna help build the wall

Mother, do you think she’s good enough, For me?
Mother, do you think she’s dangerous, To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby, don’t you cry
Momma’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won’t let anyone dirty get through
Momma’s gonna wait up until you get in
Momma will always find out where you’ve been
Momma’s gonna keep Baby healthy and clean
Oooo Babe, Oooo Babe, Ooo Babe, you’ll always be Baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high?

Pink Floyd - The Wall - Mother (1980)

I’m the son of rage and love. The Jesus of suburbia,
The bible of none of the above, On a steady diet of…

Soda pop and Ritalin, No one ever died for my sins in hell,
As far as I can tell, At least the ones I got away with.

And there’s nothing wrong with me, This is how I’m supposed to be,
In a land of make believe, That don’t believe in me.

Get my television fix, Sitting on my crucifix,
The living room on my private womb,
While the moms and brides are away,

To fall in love and fall in debt, To alcohol and cigarettes,
And mary jane, To keep me insane, Doing someone else’s cocaine.

And there’s nothing wrong with me, This is how I’m supposed to be,
In a land of make believe, That don’t believe in me.

At the center of the Earth, In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught, The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is, But what a shame
Cause everyone’s heart, Doesn’t beat the same
It’s beating out of time

City of the dead, At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned, Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti, In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess

It didn’t say much, But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth, Is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead, At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned, Lost children with dirty faces today
No-one really seems to care HEY!

I don’t care if you don’t, I don’t care if you don’t
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t, I don’t care if you don’t
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t, I don’t care if you don’t
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t, I don’t care if you don’t
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t careeeeeeeee

Everyone is so full of shit, Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved, From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of the war and peace, From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of, The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe, And it don’t believe in me
Land of make believe, And it don’t believe, And I don’t care!
I don’t care! I don’t care! I don’t care! I don’t care!

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that’s my best excuse

To live and not to breathe, Is to die, In tragedy
To run, to run away, To find, What you believe
And I, leave behind, This hurricane of f**kin’ lies
I lost my faith to this, This town that don’t exist

So I run, I run away, To the light of masochist
And I leave behind, This hurricane of f**kin’ lies
And I walked this line, A million and one f**kin’ times
But not this time

I don’t feel any shame, I won’t apologize
When there ain’t nowhere you can go,
Running away from pain, When you’ve been victimized,
Tales from another broken……..home

You’re leaving, You’re leaving, You’re leaving
Ah you’re leaving home…

Green Day - American Idiot - Jesus of Suburbia (2004)

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright, (Bright), bright (bright), Sun-shiny day
It’s gonna be a bright, (Bright), bright (bright), Sun-shiny day

I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for
It’s gonna be a bright, (Bright), bright (bright), Sun-shiny day

Look all around, there’s nothin’ but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin’ but blue skies

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright, (Bright), bright (bright), Sun-shiny day
It’s gonna be a bright, (Bright), bright (bright), Sun-shiny day
It’s gonna be a bright, (Bright), bright (bright), Sun-shiny day
Oh, what a bright, (bright), Sun-shiny day

Johnny Nash - I Can See Clearly Now (1972)

I want you to remember, A love so full it could send us all ways
I want you to surrender, All my, feelings rose today
And i want you to remain, The power of children can amaze
I’ll try not to complain, I know that’s a pisser baby

The chemicals between us, The walls that lie between us
Lying in this bed
The chemicals displaced, There is no lonelier state
Than lying in this bed

I want you to remember, Everything you said
Every driven word, Like a hammer, hell, to my head

The chemicals between us, The walls that lie between us
Lying in this bed
The chemicals displaced, There is no lonelier face
Than lying in this bed

The chemicals between us, The chemicals between us
Lying in this bed

We’re of the hollow men, We are the naked ones
We never meant you harm, Never meant you wrong
I’d like to thank
All my lovers lovers lovers lovers lovers lovers

The chemicals between us, The army of achievers
Lying in this bed
The chemicals displaced, There is no lonelier state
Than lying in this bed
The chemicals between us, The chemicals between us
Chemicals, The chemicals between us

Bush - The Science of Things - The Chemicals Between Us (1999)

Here by the sea and sand,
Nothing ever goes as planned,
I just couldn’t face going home,
It was just a drag on my own.
They finally threw me out,
My mom got drunk on stout,
My dad couldn’t stand on two feet,
As he lectured about morality.
Now I guess the family’s complete,
With me hanging round on the street
or here on the beach.

The girl I love is a perfect dresser,
Wears every fashion, gets it to the tee.
Heavens above, I got to match her.
She knows just how she wants her man to be
Leave it to me.

My jacket’s gonna be cut slim and checked
Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.

I see her dancing, across the ballroom
UV light making starshine off her smile.
I am the face, she has to know me,
I’m dressed up better than anyone, within a mile.

So how come the other tickets look much better?
Without a penny to spend, they dress to the letter.
How come the girls come on oh so cool
Yet when you meet ‘em, every one’s a fool?

Come sleep on the beach,
Keep within my reach
I just want to die with you near,
I’m feeling so high with you here.
I’m wet and I’m cold,
but thank God I ain’t old
I should have split home at fifteen,
Why didn’t I ever say what I mean?
There’s a story that the grass is so green,
What did I see? Where have I been?

Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand

The Who - Quadrophenia - Sea and Sand (1973)

Come out, come out, no use in hiding
Come now, come now, can you not see?
There’s no place here, what were you expecting?
No room for both, just room for me
So you will lay your arms down
Yes I will call this home

Away, away you have been banished
Your land is gone and given me
And here I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home

What’s that you say? You feel the right to remain?
Then stay and I will bury you
What’s that you say? Your father’s spirit still lives in this place,
Well I will silence you

Here’s the hitch, your horse is leaving,
Don’t miss your boat, it’s leaving now
And as you go I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home

I have no time to justify to you
Fool you’re blind, move aside for me
All I can say to you, my new neighbor
Is you must move on or I will bury you

Now as I rest my feet by this fire
Those hands once warmed here
But I have retired them
I can breathe my own air
And I can sleep more soundly
Upon these pour souls
I’ll build heaven and call it home
‘Cause you’re all dead now.

And I live with my justice, And I live with my greedy need
Oh I live with no mercy, And I live with my frenzied feeding
And I live with my hatred, And I live with my jealousy
Oh I live with the notion, That I don’t need anyone but me

Don’t drink the water, Don’t drink the water
Blood in the water, Don’t drink the water
Don’t drink the water, Don’t drink the water
There’s blood in the water, Don’t drink the water
Blood in the water

You’ll all be dead

Dave Matthews Band - Before These Crowded Streets - Don’t Drink The Water (1998)

I’m getting edgy all the time
There’s someone around me just a step behind
It’s kinda scary, the shape I’m in
walls are shakin’ and they’re closing in
Too fast or a bit too slow
I’m paranoid of people and it’s starting to show
One guy that I can’t shake
Over my shoulder is a big mistake

Sitting on the bed or lying wide awake
There’s demons in my head and it’s more than I can take
I think I’m on a roll, but I think it’s kinda weak
Saying all I know is I gotta get away from me

Tell you something I just ain’t right
My head is on loose but my shoes are tight
Avoiding my friends cause they all bug
Life is like a riddle and I’m really stumped
There’s a reason, don’t you know?
Your own preoccupation is where you’ll go
I’m being followed, I look around
It’s only my shadow creepin’ on the ground

Sitting on the bed or lying wide awake
There’s demons in my head and it’s more than I can take
I think I’m on a roll, but I think it’s kinda weak
Saying all I know is I gotta get away from me
Gotta get away from me, Gotta get away from me

Whoa oh…Whoa oh…Whoa oh…Whoa oh…

Sitting on the bed or lying wide awake
There’s demons in my head and it’s more than I can take
I think I’m on a roll, but I think it’s kinda weak
Saying all I know is I gotta get away from me
Gotta get away from me, Gotta get away from me
Gotta get away from me, Gotta get away from me
Gotta get away from me

Offspring - Smash - Gotta Get Away (1994)

I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do. Yeah

I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something to do with you
I really don’t mind what happens now and then
As long as you’ll be my friend at the end

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite

You called me strong, you called me weak, but still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if not for me then you’d be dead
I picked you up and put you back on solid ground

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite, YEAH!

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite, YEAH!

3 Doors Down - A Better Life - Kryptonite (2000)

Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve

God money I’ll do anything for you
God money just tell me what you want me to
God money nail me up against the wall
God money don’t want everything he wants it all

No, you can’t take it, No, you can’t take it
No, you can’t take that away from me
No, you can’t take it, No, you can’t take it
No, you can’t take that away from me

Head like a hole, Black as your soul
I’d rather die, than give you control
Head like a hole, Black as your soul
I’d rather die, than give you control

Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve

God money’s not looking for the cure
God money’s not concerned about the sick among the pure
God money let’s go dancing on the backs of the bruised
God money’s not one to choose

No, you can’t take it, No, you can’t take it
No, you can’t take that away from me

Head like a hole, Black as your soul
I’d rather die, than give you control
Head like a hole, Black as your soul
I’d rather die, than give you control

Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve…

Nine Inch Nails - Pretty Hate Machine - Head Like A Hole (1991)

There’s a tattoo heart with an arrow through the middle
Of a name that looks like Joe
And a young girl’s looking at her makeup in the mirror
Puts a little gold ring on her toe

I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on

There’s a sharp dressed man playing something on a fiddle
In the backyard right next door
And everybody’s mother is cooking something in the kitchen
Got dishes stacked ceiling to floor

I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on

You can’t run and try to hide away
Here it comes, here comes another day

A red rooster crows a little Mexican tune
On the chain link fence by the gate
Somebody’s Daddy’s out there honkin’ on the horn
Hurry up, we’re gonna make him late

I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on

You can’t run and try to hide away
Here it comes, here comes another day
If you’re long down that highway
No matter where you are
You’re never really far
Good morning Aztlan

There’s a big fat heart with an arrow through the middle
Of this place that I call home
And when I get lost and don’t even got a nickel
There’s a piece of dirt I call my own

I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on

You can’t run and try to hide away
Here it comes, here comes another day
You can’t run to try to hide away
Here it comes, here comes another day
Where you are, never really far away
Good morning Aztlan

Los Lobos - Good Morning Aztlan - Good Morning Aztlan (2002)

Gaze at the sky, And picture a memory, Of days in your life.
You knew what it meant to be happy and free, With time on your side…

Remember your Daddy, When no one was wiser. Your Ma used to say
That you would go farther than he ever could, With time on your side…

Think of a boy with the stars in his eyes,
Longing to reach them but frightened to try.
Sadly you’d say someday, someday…

But day after day, The show must go on, And time slipped away
Before you could build any castles in Spain…
The chance had gone by.

With nothing to say, And no one to say it to, Nothing has changed.
You still got it all to do, Surely you know.
The chance has gone by…

Think of a boy with the stars in his eyes,
Longing to reach them but frightened to try.
Sadly you’d say someday, someday…

But day after day, The show must go on, And you gaze at the sky
And picture a memory of days in your life, With time on your side…

With time on your side…
(Day after day the show must go on…)
With time on your side…
(Day after day the show must go on…)
With time on your side…

The Alan Parsons Project - I Robot - Day After Day (The Show Must Go On) (1977)

Do you want to be an angel, Do you want to be a star,
Do you want to play some magic on my guitar?
Do you want to be a poet, Do you want to be my string?
You could be anything.
Do you want to be the lover of another
Undercover? You could even be the man on the moon.

Do you want to be the player, Do you want to be the string?
Let me just tell you something, It just don’t mean a thing.
You see it really doesn’t matter when you’re buried in disguise
by the dark glass on your eyes, though your flesh has crystalised;
Still… you turn me on.

Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head,
Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed?
Do you want to be a colour cover magazine; create a scene.
Every day a little sadder, A little madder, Someone get me a ladder.

Do you want to be the singer, Do you want to be the song?
Let me tell you something you just couldn’t be more wrong.
You see I really have to tell you that it all gets so intense.
From my experience It just doesn’t seem to make sense,
Still… you turn me on.

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Brain Salad Surgery - Still…You Turn Me On (1973)

1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
You can’t stop a train
Who want some? Don’t come un-pre-pared
I’ll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin’ us it ain’t gon’ rain
So now we sittin’ in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin’ not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this’ll be the year that we won’t forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin’
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, soul gold grill and some baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really it was bad all along
before he left adds up, to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
believe there’s always more, ahhhhh!

[Dre] Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh
[Dre] Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh

[Big Boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it’s on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boy and we still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin’ up and down the street
Slant back, Cadillac, ’bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five MC’s freestylin’ to the beat
Cause we get drunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
‘Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you RE up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on the road
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planets, Stankonia is on ya
A movin’ like Floyd commin’ straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pullin’ off on bell ’cause a whippins in order
I like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pity pap rappers tryin’ to get the five
I’m a microphone fiend tryin’ to stay alive
When you come to ATL boi you better not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gon’ ride, hah!

[Dre] Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh
[Dre] Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh

[Choir]
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

[Dre]
B-I-G, B-O-I An-An-Andre To the T-O-P

[Dre and Big Boi:]
Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top. Bob your head. Rag top.

(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

[Choir:]
Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival.

Outkast - Big Boi and Dre Present…Outkast - B.O.B. [Bombs Over Baghdad] (2001)

I want to trip inside your head
Spend the day there…
To hear the things you haven’t said
And see what you might see

I want to hear you when you call
Do you feel anything at all?
I want to see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out

Freedom has a scent
Like the top of a new born baby’s head

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I’ve had enough I’m not giving up
On a miracle drug

Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit…

I am you and you are mine
Love makes nonsense of space
And time… will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love…

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I’ve had enough of romantic love
I’d give it up, yeah, I’d give it up
For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug

God I need your help tonight

Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear a voice
It’s whispering
In science and in medicine
“I was a stranger
You took me in”

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I’ve had enough of romantic love
I’d give it up, yeah, I’d give it up
For a miracle, miracle drug

Miracle, miracle drug

Paul Hewson (Bono) - U2 - How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb - Miracle Drug (2004)

Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it’s getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Can’t go on like this too long

This time you’ve gone too far
This time you’ve gone too far
This time you’ve gone too far
I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you
This time you’ve gone too far
This time you’ve gone too far
This time you’ve gone too far
I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you

Don’t talk back, Just drive the car
Shut your mouth, I know what you are
Don’t say nothing, Keep your hands on the wheel
Don’t turn around, This is for real

Digging in the dirt, Stay with me, I need support
I’m digging in the dirt, To find the places I got hurt
Open up, the places I got hurt

The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, that’s the place it goes

This time you’ve gone too far
This time you’ve gone too far
This time you’ve gone too far
I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you

Digging in the dirt, Stay with me, I need support
I’m digging in the dirt, To find the places I got hurt
Open up, the places I got hurt

Digging in the dirt, To find the places we got hurt
Digging in the dirt, To find the places we got hurt
Digging in the dirt, To find the places we got hurt
Digging in the dirt, To find the places we got hurt

Peter Gabriel -
US -
Digging In The Dirt (1992)

I have finally found a way to live just like I never could before.
I know that I don’t have much to give, but I can open any door.
Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a way to live in the color of the Lord.

I have finally found a place to live just like I never could before.
And I know I don’t have much to give, but soon I’ll open any door.
Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a place to live in the presence of the Lord.
In the presence of the Lord.

I have finally found a way to live just like I never could before.
And I know I don’t have much to give, but I can open any door.
Everybody knows the secret, I said everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a way to live in the color of the Lord.
In the color of the Lord.

Eric Clapton - Blind Faith - In The Presence of the Lord (1969)
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Well you’re dirty and sweet
Clad in black don’t look back and I love you
You’re dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you’re slim and you’re weak
You’ve got the teeth of the hydra upon you
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl

Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on

Well you’re built like a car
You’ve got a hub cap diamond star halo
You’re built like a car, oh yeah
Well you’re an untamed youth
That’s the truth with your cloak full of eagles
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl

Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - oh

Well you’re windy and wild
You’ve got the blues in your shoes and your stockings
You’re windy and wild, oh yeah
Well you’re built like a car
You’ve got a hub cap diamond star halo
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl

Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - ooh

Well you’re dirty and sweet
Clad in black, don’t look back and I love you
You’re dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you dance when you walk
So let’s dance, take a chance, understand me
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl

Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - ow
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - ow - get it on

Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - a-a-a-a
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - a-a-a-a
Take me, for a meanwhile I’m still thinking

Marc Bolan & T. Rex - The Essential Collection - Get It On (1971)

I live my life like there’s no tomorrow
And all I’ve got I had to steal
Least I don’t need to beg or borrow
Yes I’m living at a pace that kills

Runnin’ with the devil, Runnin’ with the devil

I found the simple life ain’t so simple
When I jumped out on that road
I got no love, no love you’d call real
Ain’t got nobody waiting at home

Runnin’ with the devil, Runnin’ with the devil

You know i, I found the simple life,
weren’t so simple, no
When I jumped out on that road
Got no love, no love you’d call real
Got nobody waiting at home

Runnin’ with the devil, Runnin’ with the devil
Runnin’ with the devil, Runnin’ with the devil
Runnin’ with the devil, Runnin’ with the devil
Runnin’ with the devil, Runnin’ with the devil

Van Halen - Runnin’ With The Devil (1977)

The one good thing in my life, Has gone away
I don’t know why, She’s gone away, I don’t know where
Somewhere I can’t follow her

The one good thing didn’t stay too long, Woo who who who
My back was turned and she was gone, Hey hey hey

Good thing, Where have you gone
Doo doo doobie doo, My good thing, You’ve been gone too long
Good thing, Doo doo doobie doo

People say I should forget, There’s plenty more, Don’t get upset
People say she’s doing fine, Mutual friends I see sometime

That’s not what I want to hear, Woo who who who
I want to hear she wants me near

Good thing, Where have you gone, Doo doo doobie doo
My good thing, You’ve been gone too long
Good thing, Doo doo doobie doo, Good thing

Then one day she came back, I was so happy that I didn’t ask
Morning came, Hey hey hey hey, Into my room
Woo who who who, Caught me dreaming like a fool

Good thing, My good thing, Doo doo doobie doo
My my my my my good thing, Where have you gone
Good thing, Doo doo doobie doo, My good thing
Hey hey my good thing, Doo doo doobie doo good thing

Girl, Where have you gone, Good thing
Doo doo doobie doo good thing

It’s been so long, Good God girl
Doo doo doobie doo good thing
Good God girl, Good God girl, Good thing
Doo doo doobie doo good thing, Good God
Doo doo doobie doo good thing, Good God

Fine Young Cannibals - The Raw and The Cooked - Good Thing (1989)

Sell the kids for food, Weather changes moods
Spring is here again, Reproductive glands

Hey - He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Don’t know what it means, when I say:

He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means when I say aahh

We can have some more, Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit, Tender age in bloom

Hey - He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Don’t know what it means, when I say:

He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means when I say aahh

Hey - He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it mean’s when I say:

He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means when I say aahh

Nirvana - Nevermind - In Bloom (1991)

I look at you all
see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor
and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world
and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake
we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you

I look at you all
see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

George Harrison - The Best of George Harrison - While My Guitar Gently Weeps (1970)

Caught up in a whirlwind can’t catch my breath
Knee deep in hot water broke out in a cold sweat
Can’t catch a turtle in this rat race
Feels like I’m losin’ time at a breakneck pace

Afraid of my own shadow in the face of grace
Heart full of darkness spotlight on my face
There was love all around me but I was lookin’ for revenge
Thank God it never found me would have been the end

I was walkin’ the tightrope steppin’ on my friends
Walkin’ the tightrope it was a shame and a sin
Walkin’ the tightrope between wrong and right
Walkin’ the tightrope both day and night

Lookin’ back in front of me in the mirror’s a grin
Through eyes of love I see I’m really lookin’ at a friend
We’ve all had our problems that’s the way life is
My heart goes out to others who are there to make amends

We’ve been walkin’ the tightrope tryin’ to make it right
Walkin’ the tightrope every day and every night
Walkin’ the tightrope bring it all around
Walkin’ the tightrope from the lost to found

Walkin’ the tightrope stretched around the world
Walkin’ the tightrope save the boys and girls
Walkin’ the tightrope let’s make it right
Walkin’ the tightrope do it do it tonight
Walkin’ the tightrope

Stevie Ray Vaughan - In Step - Tightrope (1989)

Everyday in the week I’m in a differnet city
If I stay too long people try to pull me down
They talk about me like a dog, Talkin’ about the clothes I wear
But they don’t realize they’re the ones who’s square

Hey!, And that’s why, You can’t hold me down
I don’t want to be down, I gotta move, Hey

Stone free, do what I please
Stone free, to ride the breeze
Stone free, I can’t stay
I got to got to got to get away

Alright, Listen to this baby
A woman here, a woman there, try to keep me in a plastic cage
But they don’t realise it’s so easy to break
But sometimes, I get hot
Feel my heart kind of runnin’ hot
That’s when I’ve got to move, before I get caught

And this is why, listen to me baby, you can’t hold me down
I don’t want to be tied down, I gotta be free, OW!

I said, Stone free, do what I please
Stone free, to ride the breeze
Stone free, I can’t stay
Got to got to got to get away
Yeah ow!, Turn me loose baby

Yeah!
Stone free, to ride on the breeze
Stone free, do what I please
Stone free, I can’t stay
Stone free, I got to I got to get away
Stone free, go on down the highway
Stone free, don’t try to hold me back baby
Stone free, oh yeah baby
Stone free, got to got to get away
Stone free, goodbye baby

Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced? - Stone Free (1975)

Ooh, now let’s get down tonight
Oooooo, Baby I’m hot just like an oven
I need some lovin’
And baby, I can’t hold it much longer
It’s getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing, oh baby, Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind

Sexual Healing baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that’s good for me

Whenever blue tear drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up baby, and
Honey I know you’ll be there to relieve me
The love you give me will free me
If you don’t know the things you’re dealing
I can tell you, darling, that it’s Sexual Healing
Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let’s make love tonight
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, ‘cos you do it right

Baby I got sick this morning, A sea was storming inside of me
Baby I think I’m capsizing, The waves are rising and rising
And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing

Sexual Healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it’s such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it’s good for us
Sexual Healing, baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that’s good for me
And it’s good for me and it’s good to me

My baby ohhh, Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind soon we’ll be making it
Honey, oh we’re feeling fine
You’re my medicine open up and let me in
Darling, you’re so great
I can’t wait for you to operate
Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let’s make love tonight
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, ‘cos you do it right

I can’t wait for you to operate
When I get this feeling, I need Sexual Healing
When I get this feeling, I need Sexual Healing

Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing (1982)

Is there nothing I can say, Nothing I can do
To change your mind, I’m so in love with you
You’re too deep in, You can’t get out
You’re just a poor girl in a rich man’s house
Yeah, baby, I’m crying over you

Don’t you know promises were never made to keep?
Just like the night, dissolve in sleep
I’ll be your savior, steadfast and true
I’ll come to your emotional rescue
I’ll come to your emotional rescue

Yeah, the other night, crying
Crying baby, yeah I’m crying
Yeah I’m like a child baby
I’m like a child baby
Child yeah, I’m like a child, like a child
Like a child

You think you’re one of a special breed
You think that you’re his pet pekinese
I’ll be your savior, steadfast and true
I’ll come to your emotional rescue
I’ll come to your emotional rescue

I was dreaming last night
Last night I was dreaming
How you’d be mine, but I was crying
Like a child, yeah, I was crying
Crying like a child
You will be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, all mine
You could be mine, could be mine
Be mine, all mine

I come to you, so silent in the night
So stealthy, so animal quiet
I’ll be your savior, steadfast and true
I’ll come to your emotional rescue
I’ll come to your emotional rescue

Yeah, you should be mine, mine, whew
Yes, you could be mine, Tonight and every night
I will be your knight in shining armour
Coming to your emotional rescue
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine
I will be your knight in shining armour
Riding across the desert on a fine arab charger

Rolling Stones - Emotional Rescue (1980)

I see the rising sun, I feel the warming one
We’ve come a circle to the way we once begun
No one’s really sure, How to make it up
Or give a name to the way we’ve been acting lately
All around, All around, All around, All around

A man he buys a gun, He’s his father’s son
But one day he takes the gun and the lives of one and many
Looking out one day, A message comes to me
I saw a woman tell the truth with pride and end up behind bars
All around, All around, All around, All around
All around, All around

I walked an empty street, Proud to spill a tear
Then came my shame, my fear to blame the one and only
See the rising sun, I feel the warming one
We’ve come a circle to the way we once begun
All around, All around, All around, All around
All around, All around, All around, All around
All around, All around, All around, All around
All around, All around, All around, All around

INXS - Welcome to Wherever You Are - All Around (1992)

Every day I get up in the morning and go to work
And do my job–whatever
I need some Sentimental Hygiene
Everybody’s at war these days
Let’s have a mini-surrender
I need some Sentimental hygiene

Everybody’s had to hurt about it
No one wants to live without it
It’s so hard to find it Sentimental hygiene

Every night I come home exhausted
From trying to get along
I need some Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It’s so hard to find it Sentimental hygiene

Everybody’s had to hurt about it
No one wants to live without it
It’s so hard to find it Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It’s so hard to find it Sentimental hygiene
Sentimental hygiene
I need some Sentimental hygiene

Warren Zevon - Sentimental Hygiene (1987)

Some People Like To Rock Some People Like To Roll
Some People Like To Walk Some People Like To Ride
Some People Like To Fly Some People Prefer The Train Ride
Sixteen Coaches Long
Yeah The Train Ride, Sixteen Coaches Long

You Say You Wanna Change Society But You Live On
You Say You Want Change Society
And You Say You Want To Want To Be Free

People Got To Learn To Live Together
People Got To Learn To Live Together
You Can Be Communist, A Liberal Conservative Labor or
Anything You Want To Be
You Can Be A Red Neck Jewish Man
Thats Allright With Me
We Got To Learn To Live Together

You Can Be A Black, You Can Be White
You Can Be Green, Yellow, Blue, Pink, Purple or Red Indian Blood
You Can Be Anything That You Wanny Be Please Please
Lets Learn To Live Together

I Ain`t Never Been To The Ghetto In My Life Before
But I Can Understand Some Whites Don`t Have It Too Cool Either
Don`t Quote Me In Saying Everybody Has A Chance To Dance
Has A Chance To Romance And Has A Chance To Do
Anything They Want To Do

There Ain`t There Ain`t No GOD
That Says You Can`t Enjoy Your Life
There Ain`t No Master Of Ceremony
That Can Fill Your Life with Worry And Strife
Choose Your Own Direction

Paul Rodgers - Bad Company - Burning Sky - Master of Ceremony (1977)

01 Jimi Hendrix
02 Duane Allman of the Allman Brothers Band
03 B.B. King
04 Eric Clapton
05 Robert Johnson
06 Chuck Berry
07 Stevie Ray Vaughan
08 Ry Cooder
09 Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin
10 Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones
11 Kirk Hammett of Metallica
12 Kurt Cobain of Nirvana
13 Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead
14 Jeff Beck
15 Carlos Santana
16 Johnny Ramone of the Ramones
17 Jack White of the White Stripes
18 John Frusciante of the Red Hot Chili Peppers
19 Richard Thompson
20 James Burton
21 George Harrison
22 Mike Bloomfield
23 Warren Haynes
24 The Edge (Dave Evans) of U2
25 Freddy King
26 Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave
27 Mark Knopfler of Dire Straits
28 Stephen Stills
29 Ron Asheton of the Stooges
30 Buddy Guy
31 Dick Dale
32 John Cipollina of Quicksilver Messenger Service
33 Lee Ranaldo of Sonic Youth
34 Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth
35 John Fahey
36 Steve Cropper of Booker T. and the MG’s
37 Bo Diddley
38 Peter Green of Fleetwood Mac
39 Brian May of Queen
40 John Fogerty of Creedence Clearwater Revival
41 Clarence White of the Byrds
42 Robert Fripp of King Crimson
43 Eddie Hazel of Funkadelic
44 Scotty Moore
45 Frank Zappa
46 Les Paul
47 T-Bone Walker
48 Joe Perry of Aerosmith
49 John McLaughlin
50 Pete Townshend
51 Paul Kossoff of Free
52 Lou Reed
53 Mickey Baker
54 Jorma Kaukonen of Jefferson Airplane
55 Ritchie Blackmore of Deep Purple
56 Tom Verlaine of Television
57 Roy Buchanan
58 Dickey Betts
59 Jonny Greenwood of Radiohead
60 Ed O’Brien of Radiohead
61 Ike Turner
62 Zoot Horn Rollo of the Magic Band
63 Danny Gatton
64 Mick Ronson
65 Hubert Sumlin
66 Vernon Reid of Living Colour
67 Link Wray
68 Jerry Miller of Moby Grape
69 Steve Howe of Yes
70 Eddie Van Halen
71 Lightnin’ Hopkins
72 Joni Mitchell
73 Trey Anastasio of Phish
74 Johnny Winter
75 Adam Jones of Tool
76 Ali Farka Toure
77 Henry Vestine of Canned Heat
78 Robbie Robertson of the Band
79 Cliff Gallup of the Blue Caps (1997)
80 Robert Quine of the Voidoids
81 Derek Trucks
82 David Gilmour of Pink Floyd
83 Neil Young
84 Eddie Cochran
85 Randy Rhoads
86 Tony Iommi of Black Sabbath
87 Joan Jett
88 Dave Davies of the Kinks
89 D. Boon of the Minutemen
90 Glen Buxton of Alice Cooper
91 Robby Krieger of the Doors
92 Fred “Sonic” Smith of the MC5
93 Wayne Kramer of the MC5
94 Bert Jansch
95 Kevin Shields of My Bloody Valentine
96 Angus Young of AC/DC
97 Robert Randolph
98 Leigh Stephens of Blue Cheer
99 Greg Ginn of Black Flag
100 Kim Thayil of Soundgarden