Monthly Archives: October 2015

Living for the City / Stevie Wonder

Living for the City / Stevie Wonder

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain’t so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city

His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you’d best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city yeah

His sister’s black but she is sho ’nuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she’s got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city

Her brother’s smart he’s got more sense than many
His patience’s long but soon he won’t have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
‘Cause where he lives they don’t use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city

Living just enough for the city

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
He’s almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there’s no solution

Living just enough, just enough for the city yeah, yeah, yeah!

I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we don’t change the world will soon be over

Living just enough, just enough for the city!

Heard this on Sound Opinions, WBEZ radio out of Chicago, this morning… Had to post it. Great video too!

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Good God’s Urge / Porno for Pyros

Good God’s Urge / Porno for Pyros

Good Gods don’t take away my father
Give him back his legs
Don’t take away his heart
Don’t take away, his sun, his mind, his family

Good Gods don’t take away my father
Give him back his legs
If you can’t help him
Then you can take me, his son, his mind, his heart

I’m his family
I’m his family
I’m his family

Got shark mark on my skin
Make it where I can see him full of health and hungry
I want a shark mark on my skin
Make him fast, make him swim, he was raped and died lonely

Urge
Give me urge
Give me urge

His eyes say “kill” to look at
Trust no man he mean as sin
Shame won’t make you desperate
Feels like it’s eternity always leaning and desperate

Give me urge
Just give me urge
Give me urge

Songwriters
Farrell Perry; Distefano Peter (usa 2); Perkins Stephen Andrew

Read more: Porno For Pyros – Good God’s Urge! Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Meija / Porno for Pyros

Meija / Porno for Pyros

Where you going Mejia?
Yeah, you got your money
In your hand
And you mind
Already out of the door
Didn’t get her started
There ain’t no stopping her
You gotta
Wait till she runs
Out of money
Or maybe get to sleep
She knows everybody
Go

Baby took the car
Out for a drive
Didn’t come back
For nearly two days
Where’s she been?
Why’d she go?
Why’s she back now?
We all know
We know why
We know why
She’s back again
We know
Where’s she goin’
Someplace better than here

Everybody count your money
Everybody count your money
Everybody, yeah you better count your money

Where you going Meija?

Baby took the car
Out for a drive
Didn’t come back
For nearly two days
Where’s she been?
Why’d she go?
Why’s she back now?
We all know
We know why
We know why
She’s back again
We know
Where’s she goin’
Someplace better than here

Everybody count your money
Everybody count your money
Everybody, yeah you better count your money

Songwriters
Perkins, Stephen / Lenoble, Martyn / Distefano, Peter / Farrell, Perry

Read more: Porno For Pyros – Meija Lyrics | MetroLyrics

That’s Good / Devo

That’s Good / Devo

Everybody, it’s a good thing
Everybody wants a good thing
Everybody ain’t it true that
Everybody’s looking for the same thing?

Ain’t it true? There’s just no doubt
There’s some things that you can’t do without
And that’s good

Ain’t it true? The sun that shines
You got yours and you got mine
And that’s good

Everybody’s just like you, it’s true
Everybody wants a good thing too

Everybody, it’s a good thing
Everybody wants a good thing
Everybody ain’t it true that
Everybody’s looking for the same thing?

Ain’t it true? There’s room for doubt
Maybe some things that you can do without
And that’s good

Everybody’s just like you, it’s true
Everybody wants a good thing too

Now let’s have a great big hand
For everybody who can understand
Life’s a bee without a buzz
It’s going great till you get stung

And let us not forget to toast
Everyone who might have missed the boat
And to everybody else who waits
‘Til the next one sails in again

Everybody, it’s a good thing
Ain’t it true? It’s a monumental good thing
Everybody, it’s a good thing
Ain’t it true? It’s a monumental good thing

Everybody, it’s a good thing
Ain’t it true? It’s a monumental good thing

Songwriters
CASALE, MOTHERSBAUGH

Read more: Devo – That’s Good Lyrics | MetroLyrics

The Ground Walks, w/ Time in a Box / Modest Mouse

The Ground Walks, w/ Time in a Box / Modest Mouse

Open up a window
All the air, all the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth
What to do with the remainder
When the dents
The dents get hammered out
Then we’ll travel through time.

The world’s an inventor with its work
Crawling, running, squirming ’round
Trees drop colorful fruits
Directly into our mouths
The world’s an inventor
We’re the dirtiest thing its thought about
And we really don’t mind

We’ll probably never get there
Bring your sight seers, school teachers down
There’s a water color weekend
All the trees are turning colors now
We’ll probably never get there
Bring your candy taster, time wasters around
And we’ll fuck with their minds

The world composes with his
Shirt tails wrinkled hanging out
Bang us together see what sort
Of sounds we make right now
The world plays music
Playing skin on teeth inside of the mouth
What sort of sounds?
What lovely sounds come about

We stole the road
We floated in the light
We’re gonna break these bones
We’re gonna move in time

We stole the road
We floated in the light
We’re gonna break these bones
We’re gonna travel time

We’re gonna throw a party
All the ghosts of trees are coming out
Don’t the open the directions
Wait until the light’s inside of the cloud
You’re gonna wanna see this
Don’t bring your camera around
Watch sun and sawdust align

We stole the road
We floated in the light
We’re gonna break these bones
We’re gonna move in time

We stole the road
We floated in the light
We’re gonna break these bones
We’re gonna travel time

Close up the window
All the air all the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth
Our predecessor left this box
And something’s clawing around
I think it really wants out

 

What Kind of Man / Florence and the Machine (live on The Late Show w/ Stephen Colbert)

What Kind of Man / Florence and the Machine (live on The Late Show w/ Stephen Colbert)

I was on a heavy tip
Tryna (trying to) cross a canyon with a broken limb
You were on the other side
Like always, wondering what to do with life
I’d already had a sip
So I’d reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it
You were on the other side
Like always, you could never make your mind

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted for twenty years
What kind of man loves like this?

To let me dangle at a cruel angle
Oh my feet don’t touch the floor
Sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out
But you never close the door

What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?

You’re a holy fool all colored blue
Red feet upon the floor
You do such damage, how do you manage
Trying back for more?

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted for twenty years
What kind of man loves like this?

What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?

But I can’t beat you
Cause I’m still with you
Oh mercy I implore
How do you do it?
I think I’m through it
Then I’m back against the wall

What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?

What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?

The Lazy Sunbathers / Morrissey

The Lazy Sunbathers / Morrissey

A world war
Was announced
Days ago
But they didn’t know
The lazy sunbathers
The lazy sunbathers

The sun burns through
To the planet’s core
And it isn’t enough
They want more

Nothing
Appears
To be
Between the ears of
The lazy sunbathers
Too jaded
To question stagnation
The sun burns through
To the planet’s core
And it isn’t enough
They want more

Religions fall
Children shelled
“…Children shelled ? That’s all
Very well, but would you
Please keep the noise
Down low ?
Because you’re waking
The lazy sunbathers …”
Oh, the lazy sunbathers

Call Me Up / Gang of Four

Call Me Up / Gang of Four

Call me up, if I’m home
Dont say too much, I might be upset
Let us agree to differ
Were consumed by competition

Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)

Call me up, if Im alone
I dont like to spend too much time on my own
I need to have diversion
Consume me with a new passion

Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)

We are all in competition
Better move fast, gobble up your dinner
Take a tip, get hip

Its not so bad in the promised land
Its not so bad in the promised land
Its not so bad in the promised land
How do I fill my days?
A force called ‘Hard cash’ moves my feet

We are all in competition
Its the one thing that is simple
We are all in competition
Its not so bad in the promised land

Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)

Children of the pleasure culture
Who must be grateful for what weve got
Happy smiles in sunny climes
So dont upset the ice-cream cart

Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)

Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)

Songwriters
ANDY GILL, JON KING

Read more: Gang Of Four – Call Me Up Lyrics | MetroLyrics