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Hi, my name is Stereo Mike
Yeah, we got 3 tickets to the Bran Van concert this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favorite cheese. Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about that... give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day. Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging I want those 3 Bran Van tickets man waddya think? Todd, you there? *voices in background* I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes when Mike came over with a script surprise a mafioso story with a twist a "Too Wong Foo,Julie Newmar" hitch get your ass out of bed, he said: I'll explain it on the way but we did nothing absolutely nothing that day and I'll say what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? I got the fever for the flavor the payback will be later still I need a fix and the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us as we rode on the ten down to Venice again flaring out the g-funk sipping on juice and gin just me and a friend feeling kinda groovy working on movie (yeah right!) but we did nothing absolutely bupkis that day and I'll say what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? *with my mind on my money and my money on my, beer beer!* I know that life is for the taking so I'd better wise up and take it quickly (yeah one more time at trader vics) some men there wanted to hurt us and other men said we weren't worth the fuss we could see them all bitching by the bar about the fine line between the rich and the poor then mike turned to me and said what do you think we got done son? we've got a conclusion and I guess that's something so I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? I got the fever for the nectar the payback will be later still I need a fix (we need to fix you up call me monday and maybe we'll fix it all up) L A L A L L A L A L A L A L L A L A L A L A L L A so I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? *voices in background* L A L A L A L A |
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| 3:09 |
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| 4. |
| 3:47 |
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You throw me in a pan
You cook me in a can You stretch me with your hands You love to watch me bake You serve me up with cake And that's your big mistake Your guest comes in dressed smart You offer a la carte You didn't have the heart And I want a TV embrace And I, I'm getting off your boiling plate They swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream And then be gone I wish I could say that everyone was wrong You left me burned and seared You left me ripped and teared And older than my years I should have know at first That you would leave me hurt You had to try dessert No way to let off steam Don't bother milk or cream No way to let off steam And I want a TV embrace And I, I'm getting off this boiling plate They swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream And then be gone I wish I could say that everyone was wrong It must feel good to stand above me While I make you so proud of me It must feel good that I'm now gone I wish I could say that everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong |
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| 3:53 |
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In my dreams I'm dying all the time
Then I wake its kaleidoscopic mind I never meant to hurt you I never meant to lie So this is goodbye This is goodbye Tell the truth you never wanted me Tell me In my dreams I'm jealous all the time Then I wake I'm going out of my mind Going out of my mind |
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| 6:27 |
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| 4:28 |
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| 8. |
| 6:15 |
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Take, me down.
To where you hide. Lay, me down. Lay me down inside. Why, d'you scowl? About the specific time. Tijuana Lady, where did you go yeah? Chasing you around old Mexico. Gotta, find my way back to San Diego. Baby where d'you hide? Take me down. To where you hide. Lay, me around. Lay me around inside. Baby, go south, Cos I know you hide. Tijuana Lady, lets take it slow yeah. I know that I'm no head honcho. I'll keep you warm in my silky poncho. Tijuana Lady, where did you go? I heard you lost, in la sombrero. Tijuana Lady, which way d'you flow? El Mariachi desperado. Where d'you hide? Tell me where d'you hide? |
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| 4:35 |
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| 10. |
| 4:14 |
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[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Is you ready? Back by popular demand... Murderous specialist tactics Wu Tang Clan no rehearsal or practice Niggaz ain't ready for this... Niggaz ain't ready for this... Niggaz ain't ready for this... [Inspectah Deck] Chrome dips beamin off July sun rays Trees are fade blendin with the side burn shades Cotton club status clientel SL heavy jewel Niggaz jail, young niggaz screw well Swingin like Smokey on the slow beat Shiny walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key If you don't know by now, you'll never know me You know me, I swing it to the young-ins and the OG's Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit Does it feel good, how was it? Gritty like the subway tracks My protocal permanate like graffiti on the project walls On the AWOL, alias Jamal Duval Roam through the universe, plans of roamin it all In the meantime, in between time, we shine Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] If you want some, get some This is it, son, this one Make 'em feel the friction Guarenteed hit, son, miss none Flip one, you better bring your big gun [Masta Killa] Some niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with They can't simutale my thoughts or fuck with Creative testosterone, mic-phone calms the menopausable hormone quakage trapped like estrogen, we makin, all of the above supremely I hold my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the come bring water from the brain, nigga, they tried to send me back, but still I came Teraform mindframe contains elements of iron which began steel Healin men life, Allah just brought me forth to bust mine This time I spare no one, poison sword seed technique Breathe the Earth, take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin segments, it's hectic [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Poetry in motion, east to west coastin Overseas blowin with lines tightly woven Still goin full speed, pullin g's Tryin to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed I excel, cast spells similar to Merlin Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J. Erving Splurg inner city like uncensored version Mergin with the fast lane, stained with the urban Word in the street, his work was dirt teeth Synthetically weak, make the fans start beef Any comeback attempts would only be in repeats They soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease Plant my 2 feet, shootin with the quick release Never cease fire from a Street called Desire The sire, disturbin the peace with c-ciphers [Masta Killa] Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it The secret of the deadly art, then leak it Snakes, leeches surround the righteous I link the diversion shot, then slip with the swiftness The weaver raindrop, leavin the eye confused Understandin blurred, cloudy electrical storms occur from the Masta, classical head bang slang The deaf tone rises like the blind and dumb Lickin shots at the microphone, Iron Lung We the first to set off shit, last to run Who want some, come and get some Motherfucker! [Chorus] |
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| 4:57 |
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Well is it such a sin to linger with the magazines
I want a chocolate bar or maybe something sweet I want a stranger with your face So I followed her to this place It's been so long I've been around the world I say hello to howie Say hello to spike 'cause the canals in camden are filled with bottles tonight To watch the ripples fade away To feel the rain upon my head So I could say, I've been around the world And how I wish I was in your apartment tonight To hear the rain come down, down upon your roof To see your clothes beside, clothes beside your bed To lie and listen to your breath Instead, I've been, I've been around the world And how I wish I was in your bed tonight To taste the salt upon, salt upon your neck To feel your body press, pressing down on me Instead of being, I've been around the world Yeah I've been around, I've been around the world Yeah I've been around, I've been around the world |
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| 3:25 |
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My first name Angelene
Prettiest mess you've ever seen Love for money is my sin Any man calls, I'll let him in Rose is my colour, and white Pretty mouth and green my eyes I see men come and go But there'll be one who will collect my soul and come to me Two-thousand miles away He walks upon the coast Two-thousand miles away It lays open like a road Dear God, life ain't kind People getting born and dying But I've heard there's joy untold Lays on that open road in front of me My first name is Angelene |
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