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Round 34, Week 4

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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1.
I stay up so restless Almost every night Afraid I might give in To the blinding light I was once told that I looked like A younger version of T.S. Eliot from some portrait When I bite my tongue I’m hearing shots fired now So get down on the floor The Armies will kill me now Just to settle the score Heaven likes me in the middle No more no less No greatness no emptiness Or cheap success So I’ll stay here, just be here As I always am Please love me, infect me Don’t give a damn And the in- between days Are always better than the rest No one wants an abandoned child Or an unwelcome guest I’m hearing shots fired now So get down on the floor The Armies will kill me now Just to settle the score
2.
He's gotta Compton strut and a Hollywood mind Got one in the chamber, forever so inclined He's smooth, a streetwise cat With fit polos and a Kangol hat A Benz SL and a bag full of dough Just a matter of time, them bullets gonna flow He's smooth, a streetwise cat With fit polos and a Kangol hat With a Compton strut and a Hollywood mind Got one in the chamber, forever so inclined
3.
You had it bad You’ve had it rough You’ve seen the worst It made you tough Don’t look Don’t look Don’t look at me You need a break You need some cash You lost your way Misplaced your stash You’re on the wrong side of the tracks And you can’t find your way back To me You can’t make rent Can’t pay those bills Times running out Can’t buy a thrill
4.
YOU BUILD A FIRE BUT NOTHING KEEPS YOU WARM BUT THE HATE YOU EXHALE MY BROTHERS TAKING UP ARMS SICK AND TIRED JUST LOOK HOW EASY IT IS HOW QUICK YOU’LL FALL TO YOUR KNEES HOW QUICK THEY SPREAD THIER DISEASE AND YOU BELIEVE IT WE’RE GONE…IT’S A CONVERSATION NOW WE’RE GONE…JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND OBEY TURN YOUR HEAD AND LOOK AWAY THERE’S NOTHING TO SEE HERE THERE’S NOTHNG TO SAY WE’VE GOT YOUR BEST INTEREST AT HEART TRUST IN THE PROCESS STAY 6 FT APART WE’RE GONE…IT’S A CONVERSATION NOW WE’RE GONE…THEY HOPE YOU NEVER FIGURE OUT WHAT THEY SAY, WHAT THEY DID, WHAT THEY DO, WHAT THEY’VE DONE WE’RE GONE…JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND OBEY I COULD HAVE WARNED YOU I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU WOULD YOU LISTEN IT’S ONLY FREEDOM THEY SAY IT’S A SMALL PRICE TO PAY WOULD YOU LISTEN DO AS I SAY, OR WE’LL PUT YOU AWAY WOULD YOU LISTEN IT’S ONLY FREEDOM THEY SAY IT’S A SMALL PRICE TO PAY AND YOU LISTENED WE’RE GONE…IT’S A CONVERSATION NOW WE’RE GONE…THEY HOPE YOU NEVER FIGURE OUT WHAT THEY SAY, WHAT THEY DID, WHAT THEY DO, WHAT THEY’VE DONE WE’RE GONE…JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND OBEY OBEY
5.
W-wa-wasting away It seems like we’re running out of time It feels like I'm losing my whole mind Twisting like a pistol, blowing  in the breeze Notha fallen angel, knocked down on his knees Hear the rolling thunder, die another day Wasting away Cast off like a sailor lost at sea Quite sure that the blame is all on me Dragging like a death knoll, fallen hard from grace Sabotage myself, like a hammer to the face Sky high expectations, no more games to play Wasting away Wait til the music stops Wait til the DJ drops Hold on til there's no more to say Waste wastin away Wait til the music goes Wait til the DJ explodes Hold on til there’s no more to say Waste wastin away
6.
v1: You never know, going in, if you're gonna get out The best we can do is just trust the sound That little voice inside your head ----- Before you know it, you're getting knocked down It might be too late to turn it around There might be time to fight instead ch: It's never a mistake to say goodbye It's always right to look in the eyes of the ones you love, while they're here ----- You should always offer a warm hello 'cause you don't know when it's their time to go So, as much as you can, keep 'em near
7.
There's a place that we all know We feel it in our bones The moment has arrived The rubber meets the road It's no longer in the past A memory in mind but it hasn't happened yet A future undefined The here and now is where we're living And still it seems we always miss it Cause we don't know What’s in the way is the way See the problem that we make The source of our mistakes Is that we spend our whole life sleeping Instead of awake So we sacrifice the now At the altar of our fears And give in to the monsters Of the past or future years And when life turns and twists inside us (as it always will) The obstacles render us helpless Until we see What’s in the way is the way I cannot begin to know The depths of every soul Your story is not mine But I'd like to think it'd show That we cannot control what comes The challenges we find Are opportunities to embrace A different frame of mind So hold my hand, we'll go together Heaven or hell it doesn't matter Either way it’s still the same Every day after day Now we know What's in the way Is the way
8.
someone told me that she said Something someone said he said Someone’s running around I could build a wall between you and me and that whole scene Feels like I’m ‘bout to drown But if you wanna hit the Bottom of the well ‘fore this whole thing runs dry Truth gonna wake you Like I ring the warning bell You gotta look me in the eye Oh, the last thing I wanted So hunted and haunted can’t believe all those things that you heard Oh, that song that they’re singing Those lies they’ve been bringing Swear I’ll make good on my word Good on my word Maybe I’ve been mixing up The signals I’ve been sending up Seems like I get confused sometimes But don’t make no mistake When it comes to make or break won’t be paying for another man’s crimes But if you wanna hit the Bottom of the well ‘fore this whole thing runs dry Truth gonna wake you Like I ring the warning bell You gotta look me in the eye Oh, the last thing I wanted So hunted and haunted can’t believe all those things that you heard Oh, that song that they’re singing Those lies they’ve been bringing Swear I’ll make good on my word Good on my word
9.
Adelaide, sweet Adelaide A shilling for your time I’ve been hearing chatter While I’m workin’ on the line Adelaide, sweet Adelaide You always lookin’ fine Please lay down your dagger And ease weary mind Adelaide it’s my birthday I’d love to make you mine Lose ourselves in longing For the love of lust and wine Hungry blaze of summer days And endless toll booth chime Something wicked blows our way And the Orleans Parish line Adelaide, sweet Adelaide My Dixieland sunshine I heard the lawmen clamor Caught Hell in Caroline Adelaide, sweet Adelaide Bb There’s a killer on the loose They say he hears apostles pray God’s children meet the noose Adelaide it’s my birthday I’d love to make you mine Lose ourselves in longing For the love of lust and wine Hungry blaze of summer days And endless toll booth chime Some wicked blows our way And the Orleans Parish line Adelaide, sweet Adelaide I heard your daddy too He’s burnin’ up the roadway at Mississippi Waterloo Adelaide, this sweet Thursday Is coming to a close Come now sit beside me You’re the one I love the most Adelaide it’s my birthday I’d love to make you mine Lose ourselves in longing For the love of lust and wine Hungry blaze of summer days And endless toll booth chime Some wicked blows our way And the Orleans Parish line Wicked is the wicker man The wolf’s approach is due A highway man, the devil’s hand And his fate is up to you Adelaide, sweet Adelaide My Dixieland sunshine Don’t you lose that dagger I’m afraid it’s almost time
10.
Frozen Time When I go back to where I began Straight from the middle to the end The icicles hanging on the vine lost in my frozen time When I step into what was once mine Faded memories lost in a rhyme I hear a distant melody lost in my frozen time When the sun goes down beneath the mountain crest I feel just like an uninvited guest I was waiting out the consequence I tried to justify my defense When I’m searching for a sign lost in my frozen time
11.
I On the edge of the Known Past the bright Fields of Flame In the Lost Halls of Stone There’s a curse of a name Inscribed on the yoke Beamed to seal tight the room That if clearly spoke Will release from his tomb The breath of Azazel II If the Seven Black Teeth Are returned to the Cup And it is placed in the Wreath Before the sun can come up Then from the high twisting spires To the sick, drooping trees Through the whispers of liars We will spread the disease III To devour and to swarm To tower and to storm To acquire and to steal To fire and to kill To corrode and consume To erode and to doom To implode and to bloom To release from his tomb The breath of Azazel
12.
Young man, you take it like it's handed down Found no fault- didn't want to I've just grown to... pry In time you pick a bone with three of 'em Father, Son, and The Holy Ghost What'd you find? Why'd you lose it? Where'd it go? And have you crossed the line to now? Sway me- I'm open to some truth Sway me Call out the bit about the animals In a march of two-by-two I've just grown to... pry In time you pick it all apart

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