Meija / Porno for Pyros

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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

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That’s Good / Devo

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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

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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)

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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

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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

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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

Dead Cities / The Exploited

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Dead Cities / The Exploited (live in Leeds, 1983)

I’m filled up with aggression
Want to smash your television
Saturday night you watch tv
Saturday night does nothing for me

Dead cities dead cities
Dead cities dead cities

See the man in the electric chair
They beat him up and shave his hair
There is no future to behold
In the city of dead you’ll be there

Dead cities dead cities
Dead cities dead cities

Im getting wasted in this city
Those council houses are getting me down
Go up town see who’s there
Theres nothing to do its getting me down

Dead cities dead cities
Dead cities dead cities

Snarling and gobbing and falling around
I really enjoy the freedom ive found
My mates besides me lying on the ground
His ears are bursting with the volume of sound

Songwriters
CAMPBELL/BUCHAN/DUNCAN/MCCORMACK

Read more: Exploited – Dead Cities Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Detroit

Clampdown / The Clash

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Clampdown / The Clash (featured on WBEZ’s Sound Opinions this week)

Hey, hey!
Ooh!
The kingdom is ransacked
the jewels all taken back
and the chopper descends
they’re hidden in the back
with a message on a half-baked tape
with the spool going round
saying I’m back here in this place
and I could cry
and there’s smoke you could click on

What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
‘Cause they’re working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we’re working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten, but I say double that again
I’m not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall ’cause government’s to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D’you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there’s nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don’t owe nothing, so boy get running
It’s the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down
You’re working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You’re working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown

Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong
Begging to be melted down
Gitalong, gitalong
(Work)
(Work)
(Work) And I’ve given away no secrets – ha!
(Work)
(Work)
(More work)
(More work)
(Work)
(Work)
(Work)
(Work)
Who’s barmy now?

Clipped / Curve

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Stuff Happens / Jeb Bush

Clipped / Curve

Only in days, they get together
They’re talking volumes, and drink some coffee
Clipped out, clear and bright
They pour out all, their own true mankindThere’s no truth, it’s extinct
There’s no lies, that’s gone too
There’s no truth, it’s extinct
There’s no lies, that’s gone too

All he says causes scandal
I’ve heard it said that he’s the original of the vandal
He steals your words
Clears our mind

There’s no way, you can fool me
There’s no way, that’s for sure
There’s no way, like accepting
There’s no way, that’s damned sure
There’s no way, you can fool me
There’s no way, that’s for sure

Hopelessly untrue
Yeah, yeah

There’s no truth
There’s no lies
There’s no way, you can fool me
There’s no way, that’s for sure
There’s no way, you can move me
There’s no way, for sure
There’s no truth
There’s no lies

Songwriters: GARCIA, DEAN/HALLIDAY, TONY
Clipped lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC