Jackson 5 – The Mirrors Of My Mind Lyrics

Slipping though hour glass of time
Fitting in the mirrors of my mind
Reflecting of the mirrors of my mind
Questions that I’ve asked a million times
Why did it turn out this way? Slipping though hour glass of time
Fitting the mirrors of my mind
Traveling through the mirrors of my mind
I see reflections of a sweet love left behind
Kaleidoscopes of memories turning gray
Why do I hold on to yesterday? I keep pretending with memories never ending
I can’t keep fooling myself
Slipping though hour glass of time
I keep pretending, I keep pretending
I keep pretending, I keep pretending
I keep pretending, I keep pretending
I keep pretending
Slipping though hour glass of time
Slipping though hour glass of time
I keep pretending with memories never ending
Slipping though hour glass of time
I keep pretending with memories never ending
Slipping though hour glass of time Girl, why must we love always and yesterday?

Asp – Denn Ich Bin Der Meister Lyrics

Nun kommt herbei ihr Mühlenknaben
Denn Mitternacht ist Füttrungszeit
Los, pickt das Wort in kleinen Happen
Und lernt im schwarzen Federkleid
Du kriechst mir nach, du kannst auch rennen
Und doch holst du mich niemals ein
Denn Wissen kann wie Feuer brennen
Zu viel davon kann tödlich sein
[Bridge]
[Refrain]
Mit meinen Worten schaff ich Fesseln härter als Metall (denn du bist der Meister)
‘S gibt keine Orte zum Verstecken, ich bin überall (denn du bist der Meister)
Du bist dir nicht so recht im Klaren, welchen Preis zu zahlst (denn du bist der Meister)
Nur ich alleine kenn die Wahrheit, wie die Mühle mahlt (denn du bist der Meister)
Und du findest nie und nimmer einen Weg hinaus (denn du bist der Meister)
Gleich wie du dich schindest, immer einen Schritt voraus (denn du bist der Meister)
[Refrain] (2x) [verse 1]
Am Tage Kraft für das Getriebe
Und Nachts da geb ich euch mein Wort
Fragen sind wie Raben Diebe
Sie fliegen ohne Beute fort
Komm sprich mir nach, lern sie benutzen
Und präg sie dir aufs Schärfste ein
Zwölf von euch gehen auf ein Dutzend
Doch Meister kann nur einer sein
[Bridge]
Mein ist das Wort und das Wort ist das Wissen
Das Wissen ist Macht und Macht ist entrissenes Recht…
[Refrain]
Denn ich bin dein Meister
Denn ich bin dein Meister
Ja, ich bin dein Meister
Und du bist nichts
Denn ich bin dein Meister
Denn ich bin dein Meister
Ja, ich bin dein Meister
Und du bist nichts
Nichts als mein Knecht!

Hooss – Gros Mytho Lyrics (feat. Naps)

Tout baiser, Belvedere je suis pété
Je marche où je veux j’ai des contacts dans tout Marseille
Bébé je peux te faire visiter
Tu raconte ta vit je sais pas qui tu es
Tu croit tu va gagner mais les jeux sont truqué
A peine arrivé elle veut pas discuter
Je suis arrivé j’ai fait mon chaud j’ai fait TB j’ai fait que tituber (zin)
Temps-plein, temps-plein, temps-plein
Mes poches remplies de Benjamin Franklin
Ce matin je me réveil, elle a sa main dans mon froc
Croise moi dans le VGS ou avec une bitch à Saint-trop’
[Refrain : Naps]
J’suis paro, j’suis taré
J’suis paré, on connaît les taros
À c’qui paraît, tu m’cherches gros
En promenade, on m’dit tu fais le behro
Gros mytho, gros mytho, gros mytho
Tu dis qu’tu gères le réseau
Gros mytho, gros mytho, gros mytho
Tu dis qu’tu gères le réseau [Couplet : Hooss]
Je gère sa sœur à la gustavo
Je suis dans la zone avec mes ‘zin, j’suis parano, ça sent le co’
J’ai des billets purple ‘zin, j’fume la purple
Barrage au rond point d’air bel hendek, ils interpellent
Ils me regardent de travers quand je passe en ville en golf 7R
Rétrograde le couz, vas-y arrête toi sur cette aire
Elle est plutôt bonne cette herbe, je l’ai touchée dans le secteur
Ce soir je suis à l’hôtel, demain je me fais courser par l’inspecteur
[Refrain : Naps]
J’suis paro, j’suis taré
J’suis paré, on connaît les taros
À c’qui paraît, tu m’cherches gros
En promenade, on m’dit tu fais le behro
Gros mytho, gros mytho, gros mytho
Tu dis qu’tu gères le réseau
Gros mytho, gros mytho, gros mytho
Tu dis qu’tu gères le réseau
[Couplet 2 : Naps]
Ce soir j’ai pillave, je vais finir quillé
J’aime trop la bouillave, j’aime trop les billets
Passe-moi la spéciale, pas la beuh pillée
Je suis dans le vaisseau spatial avec le ‘zin au quartier
J’ai tarpin d’idée mais j’ai pas tarpin de billets
Chez nous, quand un frère part on serre les mains pour prier
J’ai tarpin d’idée mais j’ai pas tarpin de billets
Chez nous, quand un frère part on serre les mains pour prier
[Refrain : Naps]
J’suis paro, j’suis taré
J’suis paré, on connaît les taros
À c’qui paraît, tu m’cherches gros
En promenade, on m’dit tu fais le behro
Gros mytho, gros mytho, gros mytho
Tu dis qu’tu gères le réseau
Gros mytho, gros mytho, gros mytho
Tu dis qu’tu gères le réseau
[Couplet 3 : Hooss]
C’est quoi le thème?

Jamestown Story – Touche’, Miss Indenial Lyrics

She wears makeup to cover up the signs that she’s naked behind her lies,
but truth be told when daddy’s home tonight…. She’s inviting heartache, to come home cause she’s starving for hope
that maybe “baby” won’t be pushed around. Get up, last call for another round
stand up, you’re due for anight on the town
Go home, his shots aren’t the way to go down
Deep eyes, but even deeper wounds, her face is too transparent, she
can’t hide it, she can’t hide it anymore, so scream now or forever live
in hell, her silence isn’t virtue, so open wide or try to hide cause
here he comes…
It’s not her fault
Typical words, typical slurs, everynight is the same, it can’t get
worse
She can’t hide it, she can’t fight it, she can sit through his shit
without crying

2nd Chapter Of Acts – Room Noise Lyrics

Down on bended knees, doing what you please, Pharisee! No more conversation
No more idle words
Pitter, pitter, patter
Words fall from your ladder
Pseudo gospel music
Music everywhere
But not a single drop
To drink anywhere
I don’t want to be room noise
Generically speaking
I don’t want to be room noise
No one will stop and hear me
Hear me… hear me, hear me! I don’t want to be room noise
I don’t want to be room noise, Elevator music
I don’t want to be room noise, Elevator music
I don’t want to be room noise, Elevator music Down on bended knees, doing what you please, as you say…
Gospel gospel music’s
An alternative
Then you never have to
Change the way you live…
Idle idol lyrics
Floating through the air
Invisible netting
Emotional snare…
I don’t want to be room noise
Generically speaking
I don’t want to be room noise
No one will stop and hear me
Hear me… hear me, hear me!

Irama – Eh Mama Eh Lyrics

Giulio dice di farmi aiutare
Le mie lacrime in una clessidra
Due bottiglie dentro una valigia
Questa parla, non mi ha mai capita
Sputa come un mitra
Cosa fare, dimmi cosa fare
Sembri forte dietro un cellulare (Eh)
Cosa ho fatto io per farti male? L’ho scopata ma per farmi odiare
Questa notte resto in vita (Eh)
Grida pure che è finita (Eh)
Ma non piangere da me se quando torni la tua bocca è già tradita (Eh)
[Ritornello]
Eh mama eh
Sorridi pure quando piove
Eh lala eh
In testa ho solo un altra canzone, un altra canzone, un altra ca–
Chiama pure la tua amica (Eh)
Grida pure che è finita (Eh)
Eh mama eh
Sorridi pure quando piove
Eh lala eh
In testa ho solo un altra canzone, un altra canzone, un altra ca
Chiama pure la tua amica (Eh)
Grida pure che è finita (Eh)
[Strofa 2]
Buio e mare, vedo buio e mare
Nella bocca ma si gode il sale (Oh)
Vetri scuri su una tangenziale
Ferma l’auto devo vomitare
Quest’autista mi assomiglia (Eh)
Mi racconta che ha una figlia (Eh)
Io gli urlo che l’ho persa solo perché mamma ha preso una pastiglia (Eh)
Io non parlo, giuro che non parlo
Così stronzi che mi chiedono soltanto se mi piace farlo, se mi piace darlo, se a lei piace un altro e piange se gli manco
Mi spaventa il palco ma poi punto in alto
Figli di puttana non aspettano altro
Se mi butto salto
Se di punto in bianco
Come fossi matto
Come fossi asfalto
Come giuro con testa ho una fine diversa da quello che versa, da quello che pesta, da quello che ho in testa
O una roba o una festa
Soltanto perché c’ha due soldi di merda
Non cerco dolore, non cerco la guerra ma cerco passione
In un bagno per terra
Non cerco più il sole ma cerco tempesta
Di certo non cerco la tua sicurezza
Non cerco nemmeno rancore
Ti giuro di quello no non mi interessa
Potessi volare
Si, fino alle stelle per strapparmi le ali
Ricadere a terra
Direi
[Ritornello]
Eh mama eh
Sorridi pure quando piove
Eh lala eh
In testa ho solo un altra canzone, un altra canzone, un altra ca
Chiama pure la tua amica (Eh)
Grida pure che è finita (Eh)
Eh mama eh
Sorridi pure quando piove
Eh lala eh
In testa ho solo un altra canzone, un altra canzone, un altra ca
Chiama pure la tua amica (Eh)
Grida pure che è finita (Eh) [Testo di “Eh mama eh”]
[Strofa 1]
Buio, mare, vedo buio e mare
Fumo in bagno non mi so calmare (Oh)
Cosa ho fatto io per farti male?

Riverdales – Hampton Beach Lyrics

And I'm willing to bet
That there'll be many a degenerate
Many will jump into the sea
Surfin' up teenage lobotomy
Hey! Hey! Hampton Beach or bust [x4]
We're gonna go [x4]
Hampton Beach, yeah
We're gonna go
[x8] Route 90 will take me away
From the Windy City to the Massachusetts Bay
The locals might think we're a little goofy
But that's fine by me
Hey! Hampton Beach or bust [x4]
There's nothing to discuss
It's Hampton Beach or bust
The chicks that we brang up make the scene
Everything will be peachy keen
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! We packed our bags, now we're leaving home
Drove all the way to the East Coast
For the gig with the Ramones
I hope we can make it to the show
Hey!

Adam Carroll – Cane River Blues Lyrics

left to lose
Down in Louisiana I got nothin? Down in Louisiana I got too much to lose
Down in Louisiana I got too much to lose
I got twenty years of living with these old Cane River blues
I work at tenant farmin?, Jacob is my name
I work at tenant farmin?, Jacob is my name
I spent half my life gettin blisters from cuttin sugar cane
I got me a son named Jimmie, got me a wife named Marie
I got me a son named Jimmie, got me a wife named Marie
She said I'm gettin old workin in the sun all day but you done alright by me
She said Jimmie needs some schoolin so he doesn't end up like you
She said Jimmie needs some schoolin so he doesn't end up like you
But buyin his books on the money I make is a damn hard thing to do
Mr Jackson wants to see me and he called me in at four
Mr Jackson wants to see me and he called me in at four
He said I got me a combine, Jacob,I don't need you anymore
Well, I got a brother named Virgil, he sells crack cocaine
I got me a brother named Virgil, he sells crack cocaine
Well, he got rich a long time ago when he left that sugar cane
Well, Virgil said hey Jacob I'll make you a deal
I said, Virgil said hey Jacob I'll make you a deal
I gotta get some goods to Opelousas, I need you behind the wheel
We were headed south on a two lame road called Highway 190
We were headed south on a two lame road called Highway 190
Mr. Trooper shot poor Virgil when he tried to run
Mr. Trooper with Virgil's old shotgun
Down in Louisiana I got nothin? Trooper shot poor Virgil when he tried to run
But I killed Mr. left to lose
Now I'm goin to Angola with these Cane River blues Trooper pulled us over outside of town, he said step out nice and slow
Mr.

Ryan Cassata – Heart In The South Lyrics

I go back down tell ‘em what I’m worth
They never seen someone quite like me before
I come around and get knocking on their doors
A song from my guitar gets them dead up on the floor
Raised in the north, but found my heart in the south
Bless your little soul when you find what I’m about

Hezekiah Walker – I Will Bless The Lord Lyrics

I will bless The Lord at all times(*3)
And His Praises(*2)
And his praises shall continually be in my mouth
I will be bless the lord at all times(*3)
And His Praises(*2)
And his praises shall continually be in my mouth
And His Praises(*2)
And his praises shall continually be in my mouth
(REPEAT)
In mouth
(2 times)
and his praise shall be in my mouth

Guster – When You Go Quiet Lyrics

There’s no one listening
Nothing to help me get by
[Chorus: Ryan Miller & Adam Gardner]
Where do you go when you get high
Not in your body not in your mind
Are you dreaming of another life
When you go quiet
[Bridge: Ryan Miller]
So I crawl into bed
And sink into sleep
And give all my bones to gravity
A punch to the gut
A kick to the teeth
Of course it’s a curse not a cure
‘Cause it’s hard to wake up
When you just want to sleep
And bend to the will of gravity
And swim through the blood and of a curious stream
Of course it’s a curse not a cure
When I’m gone
When I’m gone
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
[Outro: Ryan Miller/Miller & Adam Gardner]
Show me where you are
At least light the way
Someday maybe everything won’t fade
Just tell me what you want
I promise I can change
I’ll get out of my own way
Show me where you are
At least light the way
Someday maybe everything won’t fade
Just say what you want
I promise I can change
I’ll get out of my own way
When I’m gone
When I’m gone Am I an accident? [Verse 1: Ryan Miller]
I am visitor
I am a prisoner
Pure electricity
I’m just a spark in the sky
[Chorus: Ryan Miller]
Where do you go when you get high
Not in your body not in your mind
Are you dreaming of another life
When you go quiet
[Verse 2: Ryan Miller]
But was I made for this?

Asp – Abertausend Fragen Lyrics

Immer mehr und es dreht sich alles im Kreis
Immer schneller, immer mehr
Weil ich wirklich gar nichts weiß Ergibt das machen in Verbindung Sinnvoll einen Sinn? Wie schafft man Unentbehrlichkeit? Sag, bin ich echt dein Meister? Aber taused Fragen, Abertaused Fragen sie schwirren mir im Kopf umher
All die Aberwitzigen Fragen
Abertaused Fragen verwirren mich und werden statt weniger mehr! Warum hinkt man hinterher, als ob der Tag der letzte wär? Immer mehr und es dreht sich alles im Kreis
Immer schneller, immer mehr
Weil ich wirklich gar nichts weiß
Besiegt die Liebe alles, im Falle jeden Falles? Ist Zauber nur Methapher? Regiert man ohne Geld kaum? Ist wahre Liebe endlich, zeigst du dich bald erkenntlich? Aber taused Fragen, Abertaused Fragen sie schwirren mir im Kopf umher
All die Aberwitzigen Fragen
Abertaused Fragen verwirren mich und werden statt weniger mehr! Gibt es den freien Willen? Wie klar sind dir die Dinge
Wie schuldig Schmetterlinge
Wenn anderswo ein Wirbelsturm das Land verwüstet hat? Sind alle Menschen gleich, und ist das schon intolerant? Währt am längsten Ehrlichkeit? Nimmt man endend garnichts mit, wenn man an der Krankheit Leben litt
Weil das essentielle stets in ferner Zeit lag? Aber taused Fragen, Abertaused Fragen sie schwirren mir im Kopf umher
All die Aberwitzigen Fragen
Abertaused Fragen verwirren mich und werden statt weniger mehr! Wie lange soll man stillen? Und ist Musik als Sprachersatzfunktion universell? Wo existiert es noch, das neue unbekannte Land? Kritzel, Kitzel, Feder
Mag Wasser wirklich jeder? Und wenn du einfach still verharrst, bemerkt dich dann das Glück? Wird kaum noch schön gesungen? Gibt's Gott, wenn ja, wie heisst er? Immer mehr und es dreht sich alles im Kreis
Immer schneller, immer mehr
Weil ich wirklich gar nichts weiß
Nimmt das Schicksal meinen Lauf? Und warum ist Justitia nicht mehr blind? Sind alle Männer Schweine, sämtliche Frauen keine? Wo findet man denn noch ein richtig gutes, treues Herz? Wer will schon wenn er nachdenkt, in die Jugendzeit zurück? Ist Dichtung automatisch immer auch ein Konzentrat? Ermordet "Carpe Diem" nächsten Freitag? Nehme alles ich in Kauf, obwohl die besten Dinge gratis sind? Ist Sex exotisch intensiver als konventionell? Sind wir allein im Weltraum? Und überhaupt, wenn jemand von uns geht, wo geht er hin? Sind geistig Arme selig, und wenn ich tot bin, fehl ich? Wer spricht in fremden Zungen? Gibt es den großen Plan, ist alles nur ein übler Scherz? Ist weit Entferntes kleiner, und sieht dich wirklich keiner? Wird alles an mir schlaffer?

Nipsey Hussle – Basic Instinct Lyrics (feat. G Perico)

Broke ass niggas always running round hating
See a unknown face, where you from? Heard your name before, you that nigga making statements, uh
So Way Out got gang of niggas in the cut pointing red dots
Lil' skinny ass nigga calling all shots
They send the snitches tryna get a nigga knocked off, ah
f*ck all cops, to a million dollar spot when I slide off
Chuck the deuce in the G when I ride off
All luxury shit for a young boss Don't offend me
[Verse 2: G Perico]
Yeah, look
Late night, niggas out on 109th deep
Choppers out 'case a nigga tryna come creep
Bitch tripping cause I'm always in the street
Bag of money in a Beemer on the back seat
Bitch, you getting paid or you playing? [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Late night niggas at the Shell deep
Bird out, gang signs, to the pale beast
Big guns, long clips and they well greased
Black woman on my 20 dollar bill crease
Head shot, man down in the ville, sheesh
Enemies, M.C.'s will get swiss cheesed
Double back, 10 minutes made a big scene
Bullets start flying by a nigga, that's a sick breeze
While I'm here, take a pic please
You know legends die young, rest in peace Prince and Pimp C
From the block to the big leagues, self-made millionaire, white America ain't pimp me
Don't tell me that it's skin deep
Don't tell me that I'm tripping only listening to my instincts
Step back for the increase
Hussle ain't got it mapped out? Is you banging?

2nd Chapter Of Acts – Something Tells Me Lyrics

Something tells me it’s time to go
To meet Him alone
To see Him, to love Him
When I start home
Someone’s calling, I know His voice
I’ve heard it through the shadows
That clouds make when they break
Into rain
Let it pour on me
Let it pour down inside of me
To give me light, to give me sight
To let me know you’re living
Really living inside of me
I want to walk by His side
When the rains start pourin’
To clean me, to wean me
From myself
Let it pour on me
Let it pour down inside of me
To give me light, to give me sight
To let me know you’re living
Really living inside of me
See the raindrops hit the ground
Just like tears, they can’t be found
When the sun shines down His light
And brings forth the fruit of life
Let it shine on me
Bear Your fruit in me
Something tells me it’s time to go

Irama – Dedicato A Te Lyrics

[Testo di “Dedicato a te”]
[Intro]
Uh
Uh, uh
[Strofa 1]
Dedicato a te
Che sei il sapore dei baci
Che fai la stronza ma mi piaci
Che a far l’amore godi veramente
Dedicato a te
Che mi hai raccolto con le ossa rotte
Che mi hai gonfiato l’anima di botte
Ma l’hai difesa senza in cambio niente
Non mi dire no
Fatti accarezzare
Litighiamo ancora un po’
Giusto per scopare
[Ritornello]
Chi l’ha detto non si può
Stare male, e amare, amare veramente
Mentre ti guardo non è semplice
Dire cosa sеi per me
E non ci riesco
E sе ti piace non respirare
Moriamo ancora un po’
Lo so che a far la pace, non sei capace
Ma neanche a dirmi no
Una stella illumina
Nei tuoi occhi, una città
Na, na, na, na, na, na
[Strofa 2]
Dedicato a te
Che sei un po’ pazza un po’ ribelle
Che mangi troppe caramelle
Che dici tutto senza dire niente
Dedicato a te
Che non hai tempo per truccarti
Che dai la colpa sempre agli altri
E mi fai voglia senza fare niente
Non mi dire no, lasciati guardare
Che da solo non ci sto, solo come un cane
[Ritornello]
Chi l’ha detto non si può
Stare male, e amare, amare veramente
Mentre ti guardo non è semplice
Dire cosa sei sei per me
E non ci riesco
E se ti piace non respirare
Moriamo ancora un po’
Lo so che a far la pace, non sei capace
Ma neanche a dirmi no
Una stella illumina
Nei tuoi occhi, una città
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na