Keep Away

- Album: Growing Up In Public
- Singer: Lou Reed

From the album Growing Up In Public

You keep your jealousy and your snide remarks to yourself
You know that i'm not seeing anyone else
You just keep your ear down to the ground
Yell your head off if you hear a sound
Here's a whistle, a badge and a phone
You can arrest me if i'm not at home
And if i don't keep my word i swear
I'll keep away

Here's some books and a puzzle by escher
Here's shakespeare's measure for measure
Here's a balloon, a rubber band and a bag
Why don't you blow them up if you think you've been had
Here's a castle, a paper dragon and a moat
An earring, a toothbrush and a cloak
And if i don't keep my word i swear
I'll keep away

I swear i'll keep away, from all we've ever done
I'll keep away the good times, i'll keep away the fun
I swear i'll join the army, or maybe the marines
I'll start to wear designer suits and put away my jeans

I swear that i'll keep away, from all my old-time friends
I'll throw away my records, i'll try to make amends
I swear i'll give up gambling, and playing with the rent
I'll give up food and drinking, i'll give up a life ill-spent

Here's a yardstick you can measure me by
Here's a coupon, maybe there's something you want to buy
Here's a bandied in case you cut your feet
Here's a rubber mallet you can use on your front teeth
Here's a gun no one uses anymore
And a bracelet made of some expensive ore
And if i don't keep my word
You won't see me anymore

I swear i'll keep away, from dignity and pride
I'll keep away from abstracts, i'll keep it all inside
Well, i'll just wrap me up in butter, and melt me on a shelf
I'll fry in my own juices, i'll become somebody else

Well, i'll just swear to keep away, from everything that's good
I'll lie down in the gutter, where i really should
I swear i'll light a candle, to every modern foe
I swear i'll close the book on this, and not see you anymore
'cause i just got to get away

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Whoops

- Album: One Man Clapping
- Singer: James

From the album One Man Clapping

Oh lord i tried i have tried so damn hard to fit in
I've worn away my edges
And i'm looking mighty thin
Whoops-a-daisy don't trip that wire
Whoops-a-daisy don't touch that wire
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops

I know all your soft spots
They're the same soft spots that are in me
If you keep on scratching
They will flare up suddenly

Whoops-a-daisy don't touch that wire
Whoops-a-daisy don't touch that wire
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops
Whoops
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoops

Don't touch that wire
Don't touch that wire
Don't touch that wire
Don't touch that wire
Don't touch that wire

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Come In Alone

- Album: Loveless
- Singer: My Bloody Valentine

From the album Loveless

Come in alone
__ ___
To let go
And I'll turn
You around
When your hopes
Gave me doubts
__ ____

Why I don't need
To believe
What you see
To look up
And around
You were gone
(Words came out)
To a sound

Feel
I'm alive
You will see
(Why I'm alive)
Felt like crying
Over her
I will go
To ____
___ f___ s___

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Food Gathering In Post-industrial America, 1992

- Album: Zappa The Yellow Shark
- Singer: Frank Zappa

From the album Zappa: The Yellow Shark

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The Trees

- Album: Hemispheres
- Singer: Rush

From the album Hemispheres

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunligh
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
(and they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream `oppression!`
And the oaks, just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
'the oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw ...

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Love Is A Battlefield

- Album: Very Best Of
- Singer: Pat Benatar

From the album Very Best Of

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You're beggin' me to go, you're makin' me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do i stand in your way, or am i the best thing you've had?
Believe me, believe me, i can't tell you why
But i'm trapped by your love, and i'm chained to your side

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We're losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There's no way this will die
But if we get much closer, i could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you'll need me to hold

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

Written by: mike chapman & holly knight

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School Bus

- Album: Pushing The Salmanilla Envelop
- Singer: Jimmies Chicken Shack

From the album Pushing The Salmanilla Envelop

Hey mister driver turn up the radio
Shut up kid get in your seat

Big yellow
Black stripes down the side
I ride you two times a day
Up and back
Black tiries they go spinning
To my grave

Everybody wants to
Get the back seat
Somebody up front says
Hey whats that smell

Whoo!

Stinky
That shit is stinky

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