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AG Y'all - Sound of 1990
02:52
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It’s a "crazy world" and it was back then
If it was all possible, do it all again
Hair was getting longer
Didn’t need a thing
I had the Scorpions and Maiden AC/DC
The sound of 1990
Coming back to me, coming back to me
The sound of 1990
Sounds so sweet, it's on repeat
And it sounds like home
Dreaming of a fake ID, looking for a band
Freedom for the fist time, hard to understand
Hellicot Hall was home
Hours free to dream
I had everything and nothing in between
The sound of 1990
Coming back to me, coming back to me
The sound of 1990
Sounds so sweet, it's on repeat
And it feels like home
Now it's up to them, not dwelling in the past
Doesn't mean we can't rock out, on a Friday after class
L prefers the Hurricane, Dudes will rock the Beast!
Haven't gotten Angus yet... but I do believe....
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well, I never was a smoker
not so much you’d say I was
but this Winston-Salem perfume
always gave me such a buzz
and Tobacco Town ain’t nothing more than
history’s broken name
like Cleopatra, Waterloo, or any ash
that once was flame
and it’s such a nasty habit
all this trying to recall
‘cause nothing good can ever come from
trading shot for cannonball
but here I am, still wondering where you are
and did you ever get it right
when I smell the smoke of a cigarette
on a cool October night
the boldest hickory, true and mighty
from a bitter nut begins
but I swear my aim was true
in simpler days, with simpler sins
when I watched you in the dusklight
and the coil of crimson glow
and I tried so hard to picture
where our autumn blaze would blow
and it’s such a nasty habit
all this trying to recall
‘cause nothing good can ever come from
trading shot for cannonball
but here I am, still wondering where you are
and did you ever get it right
when I smell the smoke of a cigarette
on a cool October night
and now they’ve shut down all the factories
and the auction house gone dark
and as for me, I must confess
I’ve gone and lit my last good spark
and I pray you’re out there somewhere
with a fire yet in the chill
but I am childlike, out of season
trying to trace that fragrance still
and it’s such a nasty habit
all this trying to recall
‘cause nothing good can ever come from
trading shot for cannonball
but here I am, still wondering where you are
and did you ever get it right
when I smell the smoke of a cigarette
on a cool October night
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3. |
Luke Payne - Watercress
03:30
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watercress
growing round the stones in the creek bed
hard to fathom such a thing as childhood
with it’s trembling joy and vulnerability
as i taste it now
suddenly i find myself there somehow
wading in the water
with my brother and my mother near me
and the trembling joy and vulnerability
precious little leaf
pure as a Celtic reel
bring me sweet relief
let me feel how I used to feel
when the world was new and shot through
with wonder
can i stay a little longer?
innocence
fair and fragile as a spider’s web
gleaming in the sun
are you traveling right along beside me
with your trembling joy and vulnerability
precious little life
quick as a Celtic reel
filled with love and strife
and still there’s so much left to feel
in this world that’s new and shot through
with wonder
can I stay a little longer?
watercress
growing round the stones in the creek bed
hard to fathom such a thing as childhood
with it’s trembling joy and vulnerability
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The messages paint the wall that splits the city in two divided parts
They turned an ugly reminder of a bloody past into a work of Art
A message of peace between a black and white increasing gray
the message is vast but it’s continually harder to say
Black cab Belfast
Gates and barbs, burnt out fires
Why does everyone looks the same?
Houses on this side, houses on that
Different only if you ask them their name
Does your life depends on
if you know your neighbor or not
If no the cabby takes you across
the line To visit a gate of hate that time forgot
Black cab Belfast
Many years have come and gone
But a wall remains with a guarded gate
To the sides it’s different as Black and white
to a stranger it’s hard to separate
You can tell by the accent if you’re ears are sharp
Children raised with hate in their hearts
As you watch out a window passing by
Black cab Belfast
Cabby said I’m not taking sides
These are the facts make up your mind
Here’s wall and here’s a fire
And a film of a riot in ‘69
Peace walls Bloody Sunday UVF and IRA
Tit for tat and eye for an eye
And everybody ended up blind
Black cab Belfast
Cease fire campaign
Victory parade
Nationalist
Unionist
Martin Luther king
One man one vote
Gerrymander low road
Police brutality
Questionable morality
Civil rights
Riots fights
Hopes and dreams
War machines
Black cab Belfast
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Ice Cream Truck
Baby baby baby don’t talk to me I’m sleeping oh so gently
baby baby baby don’t wake me up unless you hear the ice cream truck
The ice cream truck coming up the block
The ice cream truck is what I want
Baby I’m a waiting for the ice cream truck
Baby baby baby I’m feeling sad I’m feeling down I’m really mad
Baby baby I’m all messed up can’t help myself my down looks up
The ice cream truck coming up the block
The ice cream truck is what I want
Baby I’m a waiting for the ice cream truck
An ice cream sundae is what I want
An ice cream sundae is what I want
An ice cream sundae is what I want
And make sure there’s a cherry on top
Baby baby baby don’t talk to me I’m sleeping oh so gently
baby baby baby don’t wake me up unless you hear the ice cream truck
The ice cream truck coming up the block
The ice cream truck is what I want
Baby I’m a waiting for the ice cream truck
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I can act like your perfume
doesn't take me straight back to your bedroom
rosewater in the air,
you'd run your fingers through my hair
and so I act like I don't care
But goddamnit if you touched me,
you’d take me back to the days
before we knew what this was
when you would kiss me kill me
and will me to believe this love
was good enough for me
good enough for us
good enough to fight for
But what if good enough ain’t good enough no more?
No more
I can act like hearing your voice
doesn't make me reconsider my choice
It tears me up inside
so I am practicing my lines
so I can act like I am fine
But goddamnit if you touched me,
you’d take me back to the days
before we knew what this was
when you would kiss me kill me
and will me to believe this love
was good enough for me
good enough for us
good enough to fight for
But what if good enough ain’t good enough no more?
No more
No more no more no more no more
No more no more second-guessing
No more no more drunk undressing
No more repairing and regressing
I can act like seeing you cry
doesn't make me regret saying goodbye
I'd kiss those tears away
you'd ask me to stay
So I act like I am OK
But goddamnit if you touched me,
you’d take me back to the days
before we knew what this was
when you would kiss me kill me
and will me to believe this love
was good enough for me
good enough for us
good enough to fight for
But what if good enough ain’t good enough no more?
No more
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v1:
The cat on the couch won't know your name
Pink for black, it's a mighty fair trade
All the gifts you got, you won't give 'em away
v2:
The weight on your heart won't let you go
Broken from the start on a twisted road
Throwing all you got into the great unknown
ch:
And you step outside your mind
The air goes completely still
You count a million stars, just like you're walking in Weaverville
You could live your life with joy, but you've had your fill
v3:
The wind at your back is all you need
Sometimes the song inside your head is your decree
You make your stand on the in between
ch:
And you step outside your mind
The air goes completely still
You count a million stars, just like you're walking in Weaverville
You could live your life with joy, but you've had your fill
ch:
And you step outside your mind
The air goes completely still
You count a million stars, like you're walking in Weaverville
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