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Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five - "The Message" - MP3 American hip-hop 1982 Broken glass everywhere - People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care - I (More) Broken glass everywhere - People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care - I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise - Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice - Rats in the front room, roaches in the back - Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat - I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far - Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car - Chorus: Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge - I'm trying not to loose my head - It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder - How I keep from going under - Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window - Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow - Crazy lady, livin' in a bag - Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag - Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go - To search a prince to see the last of senses - Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps - So she can tell the stories to the girls back home - She went to the city and got so so so ditty - She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own - Chorus: It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder - How I keep from goin' under - My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V. - Says she watches to much, is just not healthy - All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night - Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight - Bill collectors they ring my phone - And scare my wife when I'm not home - Got a bum education, double-digit inflation - Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station - Me on King Kong standin' on my back - Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac - Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane - Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane! - Chorus: My son said daddy I don't wanna go to school - Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper - If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper - I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps - Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny - You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey - They push that girl in front of a train - Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again - Stabbed that man, right in his heart Gave him a transplant before a brand new start - I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark - Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run - I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw - Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seasaw - Chorus: A child was born, wih no state of mind - Blind to the ways of mankind Gods smilling on you but he's frowning too - Cause only god knows what you go through - You grow in the ghetto, living second rate - And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate - The places you play and where you stay - Looks like one great big alley way - You'll admire all the numberbook takers - Dogpitchers, pushers and the big money akers - Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens - And you wanna grow up to be just like them - Smuygglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers - Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say I'm cool, I'm no fool - But then you wind up dropping out of highschool - Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void - Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd - Turned stickup kid, look what you done did - Got send up for a eight year bid - Now your man is took and you're a Maytag - Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused, and served like hell - Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell - It was plain to see that your life was lost - You was cold and your body swung back and forth - But now your eyes sing the sad sad song - Of how you lived so fast and died so young (Less)
Telecasts 17&18 - Maggie's Farm, Tambourine Man - Bob Dylan From the recently restored and re-released 'Genuine Telecasts' bootleg DVD, this is the (More) From the recently restored and re-released 'Genuine Telecasts' bootleg DVD, this is the complete TV appearance collections of Dylan.
This is from Newport Folk Festival, July 25, 1965
Sorry about the title but I took the tracklist and titles right of the DVD and yet, when I played this one (or two) it seems a song is missing...so I just kept the same clip from the DVD together as one and named it as it was anyway...Looks like Maggie's Farm is abandoned after Bob Gets the audience to lend him a harmonica..quite funny..
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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. (Less)
Dash Berlin With Cerf And Mitiska And Jaren - Man On The Run Dub Mix .mp3
2009-03-03 - extension: mp3 - size: 18 MB
Dash Berlin With Cerf And Mitiska And Jaren - Man On The Run Dub Mix
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