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What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about What's so maybe about Katie? What's the use in hesitating? Can't you see that Katie's waiting? Just because her youth is fading Doesn't mean she's not worth dating What's so maybe about What's so mabye about What's so maybe about Katie? I don't know What the fuss is all about Just take it slow It's not like you can't live without her To and fro if you've got a shred of doubt Then it's not worth it What's so maybe about What's so mabye about What's so maybe about Katie? Can't you see her with her arms wide open? She's everything that you've been hoping for Forever's not so long, stop moping She's got a daughter and your're just not coping Do you know everyone you ever swore you'd love for life? I don't know them anymore I know their names, I'd recognize them on the street And I don't love them What's so maybe about What's so mabye about What's so maybe about Katie? |
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Too Little Too Late -Barenaked Ladie(베어네이키드 레이디스)
You say "why does everything revolve around you?" You say, "why does everything I do confound you?" You say that I pulled the world from under you, You can't go through it this time I could be good, and I would- If I knew I was understood And it'll be great, just wait- Or is too little too late? One day, This embarassment will fade behind me And that day I could think of things that won't remind me But these days it's unbearable for both of us, We can't dicuss it this way I'm gaining strength, trying to learn to pull my own weight But I'm gaining pounds at the precipice of Too Late Just wait I could be good and I would- If I knew I was understood And it'll be great, just wait- Or is it too little too late? Record and play, after years of endless rewind Yesterday wasn't half as tough as this time This time isn't Hell Last time, couldn't tell This mind wasn't well Next time, hope I'm... Going to be good, and I would- If I knew I was understood And it'll be great, just wait- Or is it too little too late? Good, and I would- If I knew I was understood And it'll be great, just wait- Or is it too little too late? |
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| 3:59 |
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Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank
I tend the wheat field that makes your bread. I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed. Mother Nature & Mother Earth Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth Chorus: I'm the farmer. I work in the fields all day. Don't mean to alarm her, But I know it was meant to be this way. You cried a tear, I wiped it dry I put you up upon a pedestal so high if you should waiver, if you should sway I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away. You signed your picture with an O and X I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques. Chorus All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you You could have written back, You could have said "Thank you" I guess you've got better things, better things to do. You say you love me, is that the truth? Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof. I know your address, I ring the bell I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells. I'm the farmer I work in the fields all day Never wanted to harm her But I know it was meant to be this way. |
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| 3:31 |
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I met you before the fall of Rome
And I begged you to let me take you home You were wrong, I was right You said "Goodbye" I said "Goodnight" It's all been done, It's all been done, It's all been done before. I knew you before the west was won And I heard you say the past was much more fun You go your way, I go mine But I'll see you next time It's all been done, It's all been done, It's all been done before. If I put my fingers here And if I say "I love you, dear" And if I play the same three chords Will you just yawn and say It's all been done, It's all been done, It's all been done before. Alone and bored on a thirtieth century night Will I see you on "The Price is Right" Will I cry Will I smile As you run down the aisle It's all been done, It's all been done, It's all been done before It's all been done, It's all been done, It's all been done It's all been done, It's all been done, It's all been done before |
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| 3:35 |
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You can't imagine so many monkeys in the daily mail
All of them coming anonymously so they leave no trail I never thought I'd have an admirer from overseas But someone is sending me stationary filled with chimpanzees Some chimps in swimsuits, some chimps are swinging from a vine Some chimps in jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love from Amsterdam Another postcard with chimpanzees And every one is addressed to me If I had to guess, I'd say the monkey-sender thinks it's great He's sending me, maybe she's sending me just to see me get irate I'm losing sleep—and it's gonna be keeping me up all night I thought it was funny, but now I've got money on a monkey fight Some chimps in hard hats, chimps a-working on a chain gang Some chimps who love cats, burning rubber in a Mustang A birthday-wishing chimp, a chimp in black like a goth A goin' fishin' chimp, a British chimp in the bath Another postcard with chimpanzees And every one is addressed to me Somehow they followed me even though I packed and moved my home No matter what, they come and they come they won't leave me alone Another monkey in the mail could make me lose my mind But look at me shuffling through the stack until I finally find Some chimps in swimsuits Some chimps in Jackboots Some chimps in hard hats Some chimps who love cats I've got some shaved chimps; that's chimps devoid of any hair I've got depraved chimps dressed up in women's underwear Another postcard with chimpanzees And every one is addressed to me Every one is every one is every one is addressed to me Another postcard with chimpanzees And every one is addressed to me |
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| 7. |
| 3:43 |
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Don't call me a zero
I'm gonna be a hero Like Phil Esposito or the Kennedys I'll be incorporated And I'll be imitated And overrated, but that doesn't bother me All the jaws will drop And all the girls will scream And there will be commotion when I show up on the scene All that you will see is a celebrity (x2) When I'm riding in my limo I won't look out the window Might make me homesick for humanity There's nowhere that I can't go And there's nobody I don't know And there's an emptiness that's eating me All the clocks will stop And all the jeans will cream It has always been my one and only dream All that's left of me is my celebrity (x2) Leave your heart Lay down your art You're here for the party Smile and wave Try to behave Be happy that they've made you a celebrity I could disappear into the great unknown And it would wear my face as if it were its own And all that you will see is a celebrity All that's left of me is my celebrity I will get in first and I will get in free All that's left of me is my celebrity |
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| 9. |
| 3:40 |
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If I were you, and I wish that I were you
All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes Tie my panty-hose around my neck I'll be that girl, and you would be right over If I were a field, you would be in clover If I were the sun, you would be in shadow And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow If you will not have me as myself Perhaps as some one else, perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing Then even a eunch won't resist The magic of a kiss from such as me I'll be that girl, and you would be right over If I were a field, you would be in clover If I were the sun, you would be in shadow And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow It's time to kick off your shoes Learn how to choose sadness It's time to throw off those chains Addle our brains with madness 'Cause we've got plenty of time To grow old and die But when at last your beauty's faded You'll be glad that I have waited for you When you're done With being beautiful and young When that course is run Then come to me I'll be that girl, and you would be right over If I were a field, you would be in clover If I were the sun, you would be in shadow And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow |
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| 4:07 |
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Sell Sell Sell
The credits roll, the camera pans And in the mist our hero stands He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer An awkward pause, then what's my line? There's nothing left to say this time And what would you say to a bad guy who's not there? In terms of Roman numerals, He's IV league with Roman Polanski He'd win an Oscar every time if he was only given the chance He started on the Broadway stage A product of another age, An offer and a pilot drew him west The series bombed, commercials came And though nobody knew his name They all recognized the potential he possessed Deodorants and dental floss And home much does that new car cost His acting was methodical in You Don't Need A Medical He's branded like a racing car, He's like a movie star without movies. The week of Independence Day, The casting agent called to say Your smile could save our movie and the world Buy buy buy buy Sell sell sell How well you learn To not discern Who's foe and who is friend We'll own them all in the end It goes like this, we have no choice; the minarets, The wailing voice And vaguely Celtic music fills the air We choose a foreigner to hate, The new Iraq gets more irate We really know nothing about them, and no one cares Aladdin and the forty thieves Enhanced by brand new special effects Saddam and his cow disease spiced up With some gratuitous sex A movie's made, a war is won A low-speed chase, a smoking gun Distracts us while the actor takes the stand Buy buy buy buy Sell sell sell How well you learn To not discern Who's for and who is friend We'll own them all in the end |
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And if there's someone you can live without, then do so
And if there's someone you can just shove out, go do so You can be my Yoko Ono You can follow me wherever I go Be my, be my Be my, be my Yoko Ono Isn't it beautiful to see two people so much in love? Barenaked as two virgins hand in hand and hand and hand in glove But now that I'm far away it doesn't seem to me to be such a pain To have you hanging off my ankle like some kind of ball and chain (If you like) You can be my Yoko Ono You can follow me wherever I go Be my, be my Be my, be my Yoko Ono (Be my Yoko) Oh, no, here we go Our life is one big pun Oh, no, here we go as Yoko sings Aieee! I know that when I say this, I may be stepping on pins and needles But I don't like all these people slagging her for breaking up the Beatles (Don't blame it on Yokey) I mean, if I was John and you were Yoko I would gladly give up musical genius Just to have you as my very own personal Venus (Hit it) You can be my Yoko Ono You can follow me wherever I go Be my, be my Be my, be my Yoko Ono Be my, be my, be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono Be my, be my, be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono Be my, be my, be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono |
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I have set aside everything I love
I have saved everything else for you I cannot decide what this doubt's made of Though I thought over it through and through In a book in a box high upon a shelf In a locked and guarded vault Are the things I keep only for myself It's your fate but it's not your fault CHORUS: And for every useless reason I know There's a reason not to care If I hide myself wherever I go Am I ever really there? There is nowhere else I would rather be, but I can't just be right here An enigma wrapped in a mystery, or a fool consumed by fear CHORUS I will give you all I could ever give Though it's less than you will need Could you just forget, if you can't forgive All the things I cannot concede CHORUS |
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| 3:34 |
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One Week
It's been one week since you looked at me cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry. Five days since you laughed at me saying get that together come back and see me. Three days since the living room I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you Yesterday you'd forgiven me but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry Hold it now and watch the hoodwink As I make you stop, think You'll think you're looking at Aquaman I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes Big like Leann Rimes Because I'm all about value Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to hold me but I bust through Gonna make a break and take a fake I'd like a stinkin achin shake I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know The vertigo is gonna grow Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of taking off my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy Five days since you tackled me I've still got the rug burns on both my knees It's been three days since the afternoon You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon Yesterday you'd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry Chickity China the Chinese chicken You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin' Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison I hope the Smoking Man's in this one Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic Like Sting I'm Tantric Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like Kurasawa I make mad films Okay I don't make films But if I did they'd have a samurai Gonna get a set of better clubs Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes that make me think the wrong thing How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? You soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of losing my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry Five days since I laughed at you and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do Three days since the living room We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie |
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I'm not surprised it's come to this
Sooner or later there must be another's kiss Behind that kiss a promise of a life of bliss Yeah, great I won't be takin' the bait I'd rather drown And I will not turn my whole life upside down Imagine everything you've done Under a microscope on view for everyone And if the King of Circumspection's here He's come in vain I won't be sharing the blame I wear the crown And I will not turn my whole life upside down Nothing's good enough for me To shake me from complacency I make my mind up and I'll never be The kind of man who'd make a choice For if I hold my tongue I'll never lose my voice If each attempted act of sabotage destroys all hope I won't be needing a rope I'm gagged and bound And I will not turn my whole life upside down And if the genie were set free And by the laws of things like that, he's indebted to me I'd bury my three wishes deep down in the ground So I will not turn my whole life upside down Though I appreciate the aim Tell Andy Warhol's ghost that he can keep his fame I'd only use it to make everything the same again So don't applaud till the end I'm not around Cause I will not turn my whole life upside down Nothing's good enough for me To shake me from complacency I've made my mind up I won't make a sound |
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Alternative Girlfriend
You're in an all-girl band Your futon's second hand Your parents understand but you don't care I have a job in a shop I'm an undercover cop I make sure the customers aren't thieves Old at being young Young at being old Everything's on hold within our evolution Chorus: You're my alternative girlfriend I love you, and now you cannot pretend There's nothing left that won't cross over Last night we slept on the lawn you woke up and I was gone Back to the dream I dream to leave My life with her is a bore A worn-out metaphor No more surprises up its sleeve We're old at being young Young at being old Everything's been sold to other's revolutions Chorus You live above your dad's four-car garage With your vinyl and imaginary entourage if I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick Chorus |
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She likes to sleep with the radio on
So she can dream of her favorite song The one that no one has ever sung since she was small She'll never know that she made it up She had a soul and we ate it up Thrown away like a paper cup The music falls The only flaw in her detailed plan Is where she wins back the love of her man Everyone knows that he's never coming back He took her heart and she took his name He couldn't stand taking all the blame He left her only with guilt and shame and then she cracked Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company In the dream I refuse to have She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath We're left to deal with the aftermath again On behalf of humanity I will fight for your sanity How profound such profanity can be Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company Won't it be odd to be happy like we Always thought we're supposed to feel But never seem to be Near where I live there's a viaduct Where people jump when they're out of luck Raining down on the cars and trucks below They've put a net there to catch their fall Like it'll stop anyone at all What they don't know is when nature calls, you go They say that Jesus and mental health Are just for those who can help themselves But what good is that when you live in hell on earth? From the very fear that makes you want to die Is just the same as what keeps you alive It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company Won't it be odd to be happy like we Always thought we're supposed to feel But never seem to be Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs My hands were tied and the phone was bugged Another died and the world just shrugged it off |
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Brian Wilson
Drove downtown in the rain Nine-thirty on a Tuesday night, Just to check out the late-night record shop Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane When I'm surrounded I just can't stop. It's a matter of instinct, It's a matter of conditioning, It's a matter of fact You can call me Pavlov's dog Ring a bell and I'll salivate -- how'd you like that Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue 'Cause right now I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did. So I'm lying here Just staring at the ceiling tiles, And I'm thinking about what to think about. Just listening and relistening to Smiley Smile And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought Because I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did. And if you want to find me I'll be out in the sandbox Wondering where all the hell all the love has gone Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun And singing "Fun Fun Fun" Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did. I had a dream That I was three hundred pounds And though I was very heavy I floated till I couldn't see the ground I floated till I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me because I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did. Drove downtown in the rain Nine-thirty on a Tuesday night, Just to check out the late-night record shop Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane When I'm surrounded I just can't stop. |
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The Old Apartment
(Page/Robertson) Broke into the old apartment This is where we used to live Broken glass, broke and hungry broken hearts and broken bones This is where we used to live Why did you paint the walls? Why did you clean the floor? Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door? This is where we used to live Why did you keep the mousetrap? Why did you keep the dishrack? these things used to be mine I guess they still are, I want them back Broke into the old apartment Forty-two stairs from the street Crooked landing, crooked landlord Narrow laneway filled with crooks This is where we used to live Why did they pave the lawn? why did they change the locks? Why did I have to break it? I only came here to talk This is where we used to live How is the neighbor downstairs? How is her temper this year? I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun I know we don't live here anymore We bought an old house on the Danforth She loves me and her body keeps me warm I'm happy there But this is where we used to live Broke into the old apartment Tore the phone out of the wall Only memories, fading memories Blending into dull tableaux I want them back |
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CHORUS:
Well you know that it's going to be alright I think it's gonna be alright Everything will always be alright When we go shopping Well you know that it's going to be alright When we go shopping It's always lalalalala... Shopping spree begin It's always lalalalala... Everybody wins So shutup And never stop Let's shop Until we drop CHORUS It's always lalalalala... Shopping never end It's always lalalalala... Shopping with our friends Shopping once again It's always lalalalala... (4x) It's never enough Until you've got all the stuff When the going gets rough Just shop with somebody tough CHORUS (2x) It's always... When we go shopping (x3) |
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It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here I feel fine enough I guess Considering everything's a mess There's a restaurant down the street Where hungry people like to eat I could walk, but I'll just drive It's colder than it looks outside It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world beyond your front door Take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile When you realize that a guy my size might take awhile Just to try to figure out what all this is for It's the perfect time of day To throw all your cares away Put the sprinkler on the lawn And run through with my gym shorts on Take a drink right from the hose And change into some dryer clothes Climb the stairs up to my room Sleep away the afternoon It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world beyond your front door Take your time cos the way rhyme's gonna make you smile When you realize that guy my size might take awhile Just to try to figure out what all this is for Pinch me, pinch me 'Cause I'm still asleep Please God, tell me That I'm still asleep On an evening such as this It's hard to tell if I exist Pack the car and leave this town You'll notice that I'm not around I could hide out under there I just made you say underwear I could leave but I'll just stay All my stuff's here anyway It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world beyond your front door Take your time cos the way I rhymes' gonna make you smile When you realize that a guy my size might take awhile Just to try to figure out what all this is for Try to figure out what all this is for Try to see the world beyond your front door Try to figure out what all this is for |
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"If i had a millioon dollars"
if i had a million dollars *2 well, i'd buy you a house *2 if i had a million dollars *2 |
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Please don't go rushing by
Stay and make my heart fly Please don't go rushing by Stay and make my heart fly I never seem to know the time When you're with me You can tell it to the birds I'll tell the bees Please don't go rushing by Stay and make my heart fly I can't do anymore To get inside your door I can't do anymore Please let me inside your door I never seem to know the time When you're with me You can tell it to the birds I'll tell the bees Please don't go rushing by Stay and make my heart fly Stay and make my heart fly |
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Call and Answer
I think it's getting to the point where I can be myself again I think it's getting to the point where we have almost made amends I think it's the getting to the point that is the hardest part. And if you call, I will answer and if you fall, I'll pick you up and if you court this disaster I'll point you home You think I only think about you when we're both in the same room You think I'm only here to witness the remains of love exhumed You think we're here to play a game of who loves more than whom And if you call, I will answer and if you fall, I'll pick you up and if you court this disaster I'll point you home You think it's only fair to do what's best for you and you alone You think it's only fair to do the same to me when you're not home I think it's time to make this something that is more than only fair So if you call, I will answer and if you fall, I'll pick you up and if you court this disaster I'll point you home. But I'm warning you, don't ever do those crazy, messed up things that you do If you ever do I promise you I'll be the first to crucity you Now it's time to prove that you've come back here to rebuild. |
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