*hums*
Othello:
"Spaceman" by The Killers
It started with a low light,
Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed
And then they took my blood type
It left a strange impression in my head.
You know that I was hoping,
That I could leave this star-crossed world behind
But when they cut me open,
I guess I changed my mind.
And you know I might
Have just flown too far from the floor this time
Cause they're calling me by my name
And the zipping white light beams
Disregards the bombs and satellites
That was the turning point
That was one lonely night
The song maker says, "It ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says, "Everybody look down
Its all in your mind"
Well now I'm back at home, and
I'm looking forward to this life I live
You know its gonna haunt me
So hesitation to this life I give.
You think you might cross over,
You're caught between the devil and the deep blue sea
You better look it over,
Before you make that leap
And you know I'm fine,
But I hear those voices at night sometimes-
They justify my claim,
And the public don't dwell my transmission
Cause it wasn't televised
But, it was the turning point,
Oh what a lonely night
The song maker says, "It ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says, "Everybody look down
Its all in your mind"
The song maker says, "It ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad;
The spaceman says, "Everybody look down
Its all in your mind"
My global position systems are vocally addressed
They say the Nile used to run from East to West,
They say the Nile used to run...
From East to West.
And you know I'm fine
But I hear those voices at night
Sometimes...
The song maker says, "It ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says, "Everybody look down
Its all in your mind"
The song maker says, "It ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad;
The spaceman says, "Everybody look down
Its all in your mind"
It's all in my mind
It's all in my mind
It's all in my mind
It's all in my mind
It's all in my mind
Xander"Sam's Town" by The Killers
Nobody ever had a dream round here,
but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me
Nobody ever pulls the seams round here,
but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me
I've got this energy beneath my feet
like something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
I've got this sentimental heart that beats
but I don't really mind (and) it's starting to get to me
Now.."Why do you waste my time?"
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges
so scared of what they'll find
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home,
every now and then...
Oh, have you ever seen the lights?
Have you ever seen the lights?
I took the shuttle on a shock-wave ride,
where the people on the pen pull the trigger for accolade
I took a bullet, and I looked inside
Running through my veins
An American masquerade
I still remember Grandma Dixie's wake,
I never really known anybody to die before
Red white and blue upon a birthday cake,
My brother, he was born on the fourth of the July...and that's all
"So why do you waste my time?"
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges,
so scared of letting me shine
But I know that I can make it,
as long as somebody takes me home...
Wooooooo!
(every now and then) [x2]
(You know) I see London, I see Sam's Town
holds my hand and let's my hair down
Rolls that world right off my shoulder
I see London, I see Sam's Town now
Eurwen"Keep Your Hands Off My Girl" - Good Charlotte
Let the record play.
Let the record play.
Let the record play.
The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louie Vitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a Kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.
[Chorus:]
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say
Aha, aha,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say
Aha, aha,
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say
Aha, aha,
Keep your hands off my girl.
Keep your hands off my girl.
Now she’s sweatin my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
My Adam Barton tattoos,
But she can't say "what's up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.
[Chorus:]
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say
Aha, aha,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say
Aha, aha,
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say
Aha, aha,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
She, she, she don't wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I'm just trying to stay about it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boys start to hate,
The girl that came with him,
They like that's not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is starring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck in my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck in my chain.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say Aha, aha,
Keep your hands off my girl.
Keep your hands off my girl.
And the record keeps playing.
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say Aha, aha,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louie Vitton, HG,and YSL
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain.
Radz"Second to None"- Styles of Beyond, Featuring Mike Shinoda
It's the real authentic
Leave ya'll dented
Forget what ya heard
If I said it, I meant it
Did it for real
While ya'll pretended
Back for more
Startin' the war to end it
Raw
Rippin' like I'm working a chainsaw
New York to Cali
New Jersey to Crenshaw
Speak the gift while you plead the fifth
My team is sick
We eat, sleep, and breathe this s***
Rough and rugged
Kill 'em soft
We don't leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off
Takin' a loss?
Not a chance in your life
If being fresh is wrong, I don't wanna be right
Stop, drop, and roll
We got soul
Safe to pop off when we lock and load
So this how we get this done
You can check on the rep, yep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Yo, check the rep, yep, enough respect
If not for the jewels I drop, the chunky neck
I'm funky fresh
Equipped with a rusty Tek
Am I the best?
Well I gotta put it bluntly, yes
You can't touch me
The flows'll get ya
Squeeze breath outta your chest like boa constrictors
I'm a killer and I usually know my victims
So I catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh
Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw
You'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw
Liquid diet, b****
We official pirates
I ghost ride the ghost ship
Drinkin' and drivin', yea
You ain't nothing but a whiny kid
That cries like a wimp cuz nobody rides with him
I ain't a thug, pimp, gangsta or grimey, done
But you can check on the rep, yep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Then all the playas wanna step in the gate
You can find me at the gym, bench pressing the weights
Getting' diesel on that a** and I'm so disgusting
I'mma tell the whole god dang globe to suck it
I'm bad
Now you feelin' something surround you
My chemical mix, they got you pumpin' the Valium
The audience closed in and they had a reaction
Similar to explosions off of battery acid
My rhymes a razor, to slash your neck with
So follow my trail path what next, your exit
Into the dungeon, what you bringin' a bucket?
No one's hearin' your screams, so start playin' the trumpet
I'm outta your reach now
So give me some rocket fuel
Hookin' a beat down and do the impossible
A couple of months later, the record was done
So you can check on the rep, yep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
XD my mice have angry songs, gee.
