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Alcatraz Kubb lyrics
Artist: Kubb
Album: Mother
Year: 2005
Title: Alcatraz Print
CorrectThrough the ceiling they really mean it
she’s in Alcatraz
He dont walk it and she just talks it
but nothings left unsaidChorus
Bail out I said Bail out
don’t look down
Bail out
it’s only the groundUnder my floor he’s a Warlord
and she wants out
’cause when she talks it he distorts it
and the Highway’s in my headChorus
and the Highway’s in her head
Chorus
Bail out
Bail out
Bail out
Bail outI prefered Soulies lyrics… :D
let me take your hand
i’m shaking like milk
turning
turning blue
all over the windows and the floors
fires outside in the sky
look as perfect as cats
the two of us together again
but it’s just the same
a stupid gamebut i don’t care if you don’t
and i don’t feel if you don’t
and i don’t want it if you don’t
and i won’t say it
if you don’t say it firstyou think you’re tired now
but wait until three…
laughing at the christmas lights
you remember
from decemberall of this then back again
another girl
another name
stay alive but stay the same
it’s just the same
a stupid gamebut i don’t care if you don’t
and i don’t feel if you don’t
and i don’t want it if you don’t
and i won’t play it
if you don’t play it firstyou can’t even see now
so you ask me the way
you wonder if it’s real
because it couldn’t be rain…
through the right doorway
and into the white room
it used to be the dust that would lay here
when i came here alonebut i don’t care if you don’t
and i don’t feel if you don’t
and i don’t want it if you don’t
and i won’t say it
if you don’t say it firstdoo doo doo doo
let’s go to bed!
doo doo doo doo
let’s go to bed!Driving south ’round midnight
Man I must have been insane
Driving south ’round midnight
In a howling hurricaneI stopped for an old man hitcher
At a lonely old crossroad
He said, “I’m going nowhere,
I’m only here to see if I can
Steal your soul.”“I’m not trying to make you
I don’t want to touch your skin
I know all there is to know
About you and all your sins.
Well, you ain’t too young or pretty
And you sure as hell can’t sing
Anytime you want to sell your soul
I’ve got a toll free number you can ring.”“I’m not trying to make you
I don’t want to touch your skin
I know all there is to know
About you and all your sins.
Well, you ain’t too young or pretty
And you sure as hell can’t sing
Anytime you want to sell your soul
I’ve got a toll free number you can ring.”0800 triple 6 OH YEAH
0800 triple 6 OH YEAHI stopped for an old man hitcher
At a lonely old crossroad
He said, “I’m going nowhere,
I’m only here to see if I can
Steal your soul.”The Stone Roses ~ Driving South
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of meSay nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of meStars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear
Just saying thisSweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of meStars shining up above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of meSweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of meYes, dream a little dream of me
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
He’ll get my support
He will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
He’ll hear me out
And won’t easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact He’ll often disagree
But at the end of it all
He will understand me
Aaaahhhhh….I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied
To anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I’m asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I’ll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh….When the truth is found to be lies
And all the joy within you diesDon’t you want somebody to love?
Don’t you need somebody to love?
Wouldn’t you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to loveWhen the garden’s flowers, baby, are dead
Yes, and your mind, your mind is so full of redDon’t you want somebody to love?
Don’t you need somebody to love?
Wouldn’t you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to loveYour eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
Yeah but in your head, baby
I’m afraid you don’t know where it isDon’t you want somebody to love?
Don’t you need somebody to love?
Wouldn’t you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to loveTears are running, they’re all running down your breast
And your friends, baby, they treat you like a guestDon’t you want somebody to love?
Don’t you need somebody to love?
Wouldn’t you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to loveJefferson Airplane ~ Somebody To Love
Well, when you’re sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you won’t see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be aloneTake me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your graveWell, when you’re sitting back
In your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
I’ll be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain awayTake me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your graveTake me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
No I won’t forget to put roses on your graveThe Rolling Stones ~ Dead Flowers
Dear God, Please Help Me
I am walking through Rome
With my heart on a stringDear God, please help me
And I am so very tired
Of doing the right thingDear God, please help me
There are explosive kegs
Between my legsDear God
Please help meWill you follow and know
Know me more than you do
Track me down
And try to win me?Then he motions to me
With his hand on my knee
Dear God, did this kind of thing happen to You?Now I’m spreading your legs
With mine in-between
Dear God, if I could I would help youAnd now I am walking through Rome
And there is no room to move
But the heart..
Feels free
The heart feels free
The heart feels free
But the heart..
Feels free
The heart feels free
The heart feels free
But the heart..
Feels free
The heart feels free
The heart feels free
But the heart..
MORRISSEY
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire;
Bring me my Spear; O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
I will not cease from Mental Strife,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant Land.William Blake ~ Preface to Milton: A Poem (Jerusalem)
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