Mocedades – Que Pasara Manana Lyrics

Te hice una promesa de amor
Un día seis de mayo
Pasaron treinta años de amor
Y aún te sigo amando
Hicimos un tesoro de amor
Sentados al brasero
Yo soy tu prisionera de amor
Y tú mi carcelero
Qué va a pasar mañana
Si tú te marchas y yo me quedo
Yo iré donde tú vayas
Si te vas cerca, si te vas lejos
Te hice una promesa de amor
Un día seis de mayo
Pasaron treinta años de amor
Y aún te encuentro guapo
Y guardo entre mi ramo de azahar
Mil cosas de chiquilla
Las horas que pasé junto a tí
Sentada en tus rodillas

Verbal Jint – La Strada Lyrics

처음 입은 티와 새하얀 나의 신발
방부제 처리된 기분으로 대기실 밖
관중의 소리를 듣고 심장이 뛴다
어제까지 연습했던 가사들이 막
머리 속에서 뒤섞이고 지워진다
어리고 뜨거운 피의 아이들이 막
내 어깨를 두드리며 응원을 던진다
지금 이 기분은 설렘이나 긴장과는
거리가 먼 기분, 오늘 아침까지만 해도
아무렇지 않은 주말의 시작이었지만
지금 이 곳의 탁한 공기가
현기증을 일으키는 것 같아. I don’t feel like
Performing tonight. [Verse 1]
난 누군가? 여긴 어딘가? Everything I hear and see
Is making me sick now
이 모든 것이 거짓말이었으면 좋겠어
질식할 것 같아
[Verse 2]
심장을 울리는 주파수 대역과
뚫어지게 날 보는 맨앞줄의 여자
낯익은 얼굴 같아 잠시 멍해졌다
다시 놓치고 있던 박자를 세어봐
I say “Throw your hands in the air now”
목소릴 내지만 1920년대 영화처럼
그 소린 내 귀에 들리지 않아
황금과 승리에 대한 가사를 읊지만 내 안은 폐허가
되어가고 있어. 박자를 놓치며
시선이 흔들리기 시작한 날 본 DJ가
다시 처음으로 음악을 돌려
관중은 짜여진 거라는 생각에 모두 다 소리쳐
아까보다 더 크게…
머릿 속이 아득해
잠깐…
잠깐 내 마이크를 끌게

Tobacco – Let’s Get Worn Away Lyrics

We came together and drowned that day
You like to twirl that it feels the same
All the Marys seemed sick so Sherry let's get worn away
It sticks like (…) honey I heard you say
And when you get the spirit I'm not okay
All the Marys seemed sick so Sherry let's get worn away
We came together and drowned that day
You like to twirl that it feels the same
All the Marys seemed sick so Sherry let's get worn away

Du Maroc – Mocro Lyrics

[Hook]
M steht für [?] und O für Ott-Deals
C für Chivatos, die du draußen am Block siehst
R für [?] sahbe
O für lass mal dein’n Cousin, hol mir dein’n Onkel
M steht für [?], O steht für OC
C für die Cops, die du draußen am Block siehst
R für Mohammad Rafi Nasiri
O für Original-Gangster, ya sippi
[Part 1]
1.90 groß, Streetfight, Badr-Hari-Style
Treffpunkt im Hinterhof, Junge, heute trag’ ich Nike
Einlauf in Saint-Germain-Block
Unter der Jacke ein Barca-Trikot
Unter dem Trikot ‘ne Kalaschnikow
Auf einmal woll’n sie blasen, die Kahbas im Puff
Ich guck’, ziel’ und schieß’ grad auf jeden, der ‘ne Fotze ist
Trotz Boxerschnitt wie ‘ne Fotze schlägt
[?] im Rücken ständig die Kripo
Bleibe wendig wie Nemo, Kickdown-Tempo in [?]
Von Marrakesch nach Saint-Tropez, Para-Flash, asahbe
Mafia á la marrocaine tragen Narben als Trophäen
Wie Indira Weis, liefer’ in ihr das Weiß
Limitiert Nike, bin in Irina Shayk
Chinchilla, der Mocro im Fell
Nur Fotzen in Coco Chanel, ah
[Hook]
M steht für [?] und O für Ott-Deals
C für Chivatos, die du draußen am Block siehst
R für [?] sahbe
O für lass mal dein’n Cousin, hol mir dein’n Onkel
M steht für [?], O steht für OC
C für die Cops, die du draußen am Block siehst
R für Mohammad Rafi Nasiri
O für Original-Gangster, ya sippi
[Part 2]
Mocro-Time, nehm’ dein Leben wie Novoline
In meiner Promo-Zeit stürm’ ich dein Wohnung rein
Yeah, als würd’ ich ein Mitglied der Soko sein
Treten Türen ein, Momo schreit
Füße still, ficke deine Mutter, du Hurensohn
Hundert Pro bunkert die Fotze pures Koks
Magic, bin Tres Puntos wie Spider
Ficke Neider wie den Puto Red Ryder
Sie versteh’n nichts wie arabische Schrift
Aber seh’n, mit wem du an der Aral dich dann triffst
Der Mocro liefert Frankfurter Crack
Azro, ich fick’ dein Hanukkah-Fest, yeah
Gebe Gas wie Malouda jetzt
Jeder, der mein Twizz raucht, wird [?]
Das Gewicht, was ich verteile, kannst du gar nicht bewegen
Nimm die Taschen in Maastricht entgegen
[Hook]
M steht für [?] und O für Ott-Deals
C für Chivatos, die du draußen am Block siehst
R für [?] sahbe
O für lass mal dein’n Cousin, hol mir dein’n Onkel
M steht für [?], O steht für OC
C für die Cops, die du draußen am Block siehst
R für Mohammad Rafi Nasiri
O für Original-Gangster, ya sippi

Sesame Street – Rub Your Tummy Lyrics

Pat your head, but not too hard
And sing our silly song
Pat, pat, patta, pat
Pat, pat, patta, pat
Pat, pat, patta, pat
Pat, pat, patta, pat
Pat, pat, patta, pat, pat
Sing our silly song
Rub your tummy, pat your head! Play and sing along-
As we sing our very, very
Merry silly song
Clap your hands, just like this
Clap ’em all day long
Clap your hands 1-2-3! Come on and play along Rub your tummy, rub it hard
While we sing our song
Rub, rub, rubba, rub
Rub, rub, rubba, rub
Rub, rub, rubba, rub
Rub, rub, rubba, rub
Rub, rub, rubba, rub, rub
Play and sing along
Pat your head, just like this
Pat it all day long! While we sing our song
CLAP! Rub your tummy, just like this
Rub it all day long!

Leo Ferre – Judas Lyrics

J' t'en veux pas, mon vieil Iscariote
Tu m'as donné pour quelques ronds
Sans doute que t'avais tes raisons
J' t'en veux pas, mon vieil Iscariote
C'est pas d' ta faute si t'es comme ça
Mais c' qui m'chagrine, oh, pas des tas
C'est qu' tu t' disais mon vrai p'tit pote
Comme on n'en fait plus sur la Terre
Et puis, j' t'en fous, tu m'as fait faire
Comme un miteux, comme un pauv' mec
C'est ça, vois-tu, qui m' désespère
Tes magnes et tes salamalecs
Tes embrassades, etcétéra
Avec une gueule comme celle que t'as
Bravo, mon vieux, chapeau, mon gars! T'as du talent, il faut qu' tu t' pousses
Tu devrais donner dans la rousse
On est peinard, on peut trahir
Seulement voilà, il faut choisir
Être dégueulasse ou bien seigneur
Toi, t'as pas d' mal, tu n'as pas d' cœur
J' t'en veux pas, mon vieux Iscariote
C'est pas d' ta faute, c'est dans la peau
C'est des trucs puissants les bank-notes
Mais une autre fois, vas-y franco
Viens donc me voir et j' te f'rai l' prix
C'est pas que j' râle pour c' que j' t'en dis
T'as pas pensé à mon standing
Tu t'as gouré et c'est tant pis
La prochaine fois, ne m'oublie pas
Mon vieux copain, mon vieux Judas
J' valais beaucoup plus cher que ça !

Rjmrla – Omg Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my god
f*ck yo baby mama she a bop
f*ck yo baby daddy he a bop
Oh my god, oh my god
Why these lame niggas say what they not
Oh my god, oh my god
Spillin’ Ace throw a bird off the yacht
Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, au devoir (it’s my job)
Oh my god, au devoir
Oh my god, oh my god
[Verse 1]
10k get you domed at your job
20k for a show au devoir (it’s my job)
We just made us a play, what’s the plot? Pour four ounce of cocaine in that pot
Cop them Balmains and throw out my Robins
Did a show in my draws it was popping
f*ck yo baby mama she a bop
f*ck yo baby daddy he a bop
I’m so influential for my cul-ture
Got a razor blade to cut the dope-up
They don’t catch no fades they just throw subs
Got some kids to raise nigga grow-up
[Hook]
No disruptions in here, nor assumptions to fear
We just function in here, au devoir
I’m so blessed in the ear, and my neck chandelier
I’m so blessed to be here, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
f*ck yo baby mama she a bop
f*ck her baby daddy he a bop
f*ck yo baby mama au devoir
[Verse 2]
Got the drum that’s hanging from the pistol
Where I’m from a gun is your credentials
Niggas dying young is fundamental
Charge it to the game for incidentals
On the move nigga bangin’ and a activist
f*ck the news these is gangland practices
Some niggas made it cleaning cribs flipping mattresses
I bet I bring Taylor Swift where them Athens is
[Hook]
No disruptions in here, nor assumptions to fear
We just function in here, au devoir
I’m so blessed in the ear, and my neck chandelier
I’m so blessed to be here, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
I’m so blessed to be here, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
I’m so blessed to be here, oh my god
Au devoir, au devoir
Oh my god, oh my god
f*ck yo baby mama she a bop
f*ck yo baby daddy he a bop
Au devoir, au devoir
Oh my God, I’mma god
I’m so blessed to be here, oh my god
I’m so blessed in the ear au devoir
Au devoir
Oh my god, I’mma god

Saintseneca – Beasts Lyrics

I stayed in my room all day
Mustering some meager praise
They say a thing don’t fit its phrase
It’s symptomatic of this place So if God’s own and only kid
Showed up and wound up dead
What’s that say about all of this? Bastion of beasts heed my call
All things base are not banal
To suck the wind and gnaw the tide
Is not enough to stay alive
So remind me why I’m here again? Are we alone and together? Are together alone? I hate the old Ohio wind
It kills you when it’s coming in
It kills you pending giving in
Don’t I know, its residue collects in my bones
It’s marrow curdling, it singes my toes in my sleep
But son, even if you stay
You know nothing would stay the same way
And if there’s any other way
Could we try that one instead of this one? Are we alone and together? You could raise all my dead friends
In hopes I would notice
Just some means to a dead end
Just some means as an average
You could praise ’til your heart bends
And still not quite get it
Just some means to a dead end
Just some means as an average
Are we together alone?

Twin Peaks – Disappear Lyrics

Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
(x4)
[Verse 1]
Wanna get away
I'm tryna disappear
I'll move out to LA
Get lost in outer space
[?]
It's all my hopes and fears
I should be worried sick
But I don't care about it
Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
(x2)
[Verse 2]
He used to masturbate
He only 21
He do it every day
He doesn't get much sun
But if your name was Danny
Every time he came
One day he'll be a man
And he might understand it
[Chorus]
Want to be ignored
Want to be ignored
Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba
(x2)
[Verse 3]
[?]
He doesn't feel a thing
He's tryna make that money
Money make everything
And if the feelin's right
Then maybe JD changed it up and disappeared
He might have read about it
[Chorus]
Wanna be ignored
Wanna be ignored
Wanna be ignored
When I'm out in the street
And when I'm with all my friends
I wanna be ignored
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Wanna be ignored
Wanna be ignored
Wanna be ignored when I'm out in the street
And when I'm with all my friends
Wanna be ignored

Chrystian & Ralf – Basta Um Olhar Lyrics

(2X)
Basta um olhar
Ou mesmo um toque
No fim da história
Eu sempre volto pra você
Basta um alô
Não mais que isso
É sempre assim
Eu vou correndo pra te ver
Quando um coração
Está apaixonado
Fica cego pro que é certo ou errado
Não consegue separar os sentimentos
Não se liga em pensamentos
Vive só de uma paixão
Amar é mais do que pedir perdão
Quem dita a regra é o coração
Eu só queria te querer
Preciso desse amor
Meu abraço quer teus braços
Quer você

Alison Krauss – Choctaw Hayride Lyrics

Instrumental Break. You’re not asking if I love this man. Search your crazy faith. You’re not asking if I love this man. It’s crazy, I know, but my faith says so:
It tells me. But the bottom lover, lover’s keep,
Made by crazy faith. I know you don’t, you don’t believe you can. Glowing crazy faith. From holding crazy faith. It’s crazy, I know, but my faith says so. Once or you will know the price. And once for crazy faith. Yet I’ve seen the love open like a dancers fan. Yet I’ve seen the love open like a dancers fan. Yet I’ve seen the love open like a dancers fan. When is daylight gonna dawn,
On my crazy faith. Am I a fool for hanging long? Do not search the skies above. The questions will not let me sleep,
The dance is buried way too deep. You’re not asking if I love this man. I know you don’t, you don’t believe you can. Except the lessons I will learn. Love you’re losin’, those you love,
Let the hope fly from the glove. It only strikes the lucky twice. I lit my love and watched it burn:
Asking nothing in return. Love is lightning, love is ice. I’ve been touched by that bright fire. Instrumental break. I know you don’t, you don’t believe you can. Down to the root of my desire,
While the smoke, it rises higher. Would I be a fool for being long gone. It’s crazy, I know, but my faith says so:
It tells me.

Sage Francis – Mullet Lyrics

It was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing)
It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing)
Deflate cuz I was gassed
Head over heals in love with the electric drums
And spoken vocals which was the joke of locals
And laughing stock of my rock and roll ass town
But the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skin
Pinning the butterflies to my stomach
Which would flutter everytime I heard the (beatboxing)
More than the (beatboxing)
I WAS NO DEVIL WORSHIPER
Higher level interpreter
I refuse to lose focus and recite satanic verses
With manic curses
Drug induced words I know they were saying
Kill your mother cuz it paid them well
Yet in my flashback I see the foreshadow
Ironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop record
Called raising hell
I should have run when I had the chance but DMC’s
Made be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl,
Made me wanna graff right, made me want to not act white
And not to perpetuate any stereotype but
I was not about the mullet icehockey haircut
You know the mullet, short on top for the fellas
Long in back for the ladies, yea! I was not about stonewash nuthuggers with the french
Rolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purple
Nor was I about the ripped jean jacket with the Megadeath,
Metallica, and Slayer patch
I had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never
Could I get with () guitar riff, () guitar riff, ()
I had wild style wars, I rented BEAT street every week
As I rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mo
Buttons on my VCR
I did the pause-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-play
All day forcing my way into comprehension of inner city invention for me it
Was in the expression which would eventually win me acceptance
(One exception) those around me couldnt give me affection
But I played and paid that video attention till I eventually I
Completely bit the (beatboxing)
And found my new religion, born again B-boy, born to destroy
Decoys and be the real mccoy, YEA boy! pshhhh)
Guess I was gassed!, see I remember when dr dre use to expressss
Himself about hating the chronic, a few years later he’s
Endorsing it while drinking gin and tonic
Suburbanites that blast Mace learn their mad face from onyx
It was a rat race the first to properly use ebonics
Dynomite like JJ, but it was a fad like super sonic
Hip hop flipped from being artistic to a pop hit
Mainstream took control and we cannot stop it
It’s a black art, being manipulated by white controllers
Just like rock and roll is… we took the (beatboxing)
We took the (beatboxing)… I wore the clock so you could know the time
Chuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and even though his
Sidekick liked the flavor of BASE, I swear to god
Hip hop was about being drug free
I swear to god hip hop is about the upliftment of humanity
And I swear to god hip hop was what rock was not was what Bach
Was not was not pop, (pop!

Ghost Mice – Tick Tock Lyrics

Cthulhu’s sleeping and is dreaming of revenge
And when he wakes up our world will end
And a new one, a darker one will begin
The sky is crying it’s raining blood
And the rivers will rise the rivers will flood
And everything we love will be washed away
The mounds of trash they’re piling up
They’re growing higher towards the sun
When they’ll reach it they’ll catch fire and we will burn
The ocean is filled with terrible things
And a montster will rise from it’s depths one day
And will take us in it’s arms under the waves
What are you gonna do to stop it? Are you hoping for a hero, are you wishing for some luck? Or are you just throwing [?] into the fire
Are you gouging out your eyes so you can’t see
Are you locked inside your room always staring at a screen
Are you telling yourself it can’t be as bad as it seems
No it’s not, it’s so much worse
And the only question is what’s gonna get us first
You can hope and you can pray
That these things might go away
But they will catch up with us one day
Yes they will catch up with us one day What are you gonna do before you die? Is your head down in the sand, too afraid to bring it up?

Gillian Welch – Here Come The News Lyrics

I have to prove myself to you
You treat me like a child
Just like a child
You want to feed me ’til I smile
Friends wanna know
They wanna know
Why they don’t see me anymore
Here come the news
Here come the news
I’ve got the big old highway blues
I’m out in the rain
I’m in the rain
Oh, with a need I can’t explain
Words that I have said
The words I’ve said
You use against me in the end What can I do? What can I do?

Tobacco – Lipstick Destroyer Lyrics

Take ahold of yourself
Wash your sins away
Take ahold of yourself
Wash your sins away
You’re f*cked and broke
Give your life away
I met a girl, she said she was a strawberry
My voice is Hennessy
Strong enough to ignite her
I made a promise, a promise that I’ll break you
She found Jesus’ love
But she’ll have her way with him (?)