Rep Yo City AKA Post lyrics from a song about YOUR TOWN here!

We came from the far North
summered in Crimea
deserted the armed forces
had to disappear
made it to the free West
on a chartered flight
so we could see what
we trained to fight
We were in London
"Let's do it - let's break the law!"
We were in London
Tell it like it is
We were in London
Tell it like it is
Looking for hard work
or credit card fraud
What do you expect from us?
We come from abroad
to get ourselves a new job
on a building-site
They work you so hard
but we trained to fight
We were in London
"Let's do it - let's break the law!"
We were in London
Tell it like it is
We were in London
"Let's do it - let's break the law!"
We were in London
Tell it like it is
My father fought in Afghanistan
His widow's pension ain't worth a damn
My mother works and goes home to cry
I want to live before I die
We were in London
"Let's do it - let's break the law!"
We were in London
Tell it like it is
We were in London
Tell it like it is

Now I live here (well, close enough!):

Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Oaktown (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)
Oakland (Oakland, Oakland) Get on down (Oh-oh-Oaktown)
Straight from the West, Oakland is the best
Baby it's so fresh (Oakland)
It's called the Big Bad O, city of players on the go
You gotta have Trues and Vogues (Oakland)
Baby, that's my town, when all the tops come down
You'll hear my funky sound (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)
O-A-K-L-A-N-D, that city was made for me
Just rocking to the beat (Oakland)
Drop tops rolling down the strip, baby it's the tip
Don't stop dipping til I quit (Oaktown)
Trues and Vogues on my car, baby I'm a star
I'm playing at Player's Park (Oakland)
Everybody on the floor, do you really want some more?
We'll get funky like Playboy $hort (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)
Oakland (Oakland) Oaktown (Oh-Oaktown)
Oakland (Oakland) Just get on down
Oh-oh-oh-oak, oak-oak-oak-Oaktown
Westside coming through, Northside coming to it, too
East Oakland it's for you (Oakland)
Californ-I-A, can you hear me say
Oakland is here to stay (Oakland)
Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Oaktown (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)
Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Just get on down (Oaktown)
Straight from the West, Oakland is the best
Baby it's so fresh (Oakland)
Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Oakland (Get on down)
Straight from the West, Oakland is the best
Baby it's so fresh (Oakland)
Drop tops roll down the strip, baby that's the tip
Don't stop dipping til I quit (Oakland)
Trues and Vogues on my car, baby I'm a star
I'm playing at Player's Park (Oakland)
Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Oakland, get down
Oakland, Oaktown, Oakland, Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown

I don't know any songs about Berkeley, but they are probably all crap.

`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom
From the day that I was born I've waved the flag
Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man
Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had

Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you
Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind
Shine a light shine a light
Shine a light won't you shine a light
Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do

If you choose to you can live your life alone
Some people choose the city
Some others choose the good old family home
I like living easy without family ties
Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me
Right between the eyes

Tokyo rose is blue
Tokyo knows it's true
What the night says we might like to do
We're in Tokyo time
When that moon turns lime
And the sky is a lavender brew

She trips through a door for hot sake
Unzips as her hips hit the floor
Her pearls were strung in the harbor below in a bar where I asked her for more

Down on a Cajun veranda a Barbajian band in a stew
Was playing a soca when I reawoke we were back at her penthouse us two
I spoke of my love for MacArthur the man not the park in L.A.
"But you're so much older!" she covered her shoulder
And I heard her say with a sigh
"A soldier may never say die!"

Get out of my world
What in the world

Shoeboxed around the rifle range
Have all your functions rearranged
Your mind and body gagged and bound
On a new familliar playing ground
The ordinary will ignore
Whatever they cannot explain
As if - nothing ever happened
And everything remained the same again

What in the world
What in the world
What in the world
Get out of my world
Get out of my world
Get out of my world
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Open your mouth now

Secret signs and knowing looks
These sunny days will cook the books
Happy to take the misery
This mortal life can bring to me
Don't like the look of this town
What goes up must come down
Character is lost and found on unfamiliar playing ground

What in the world
What in the world
What in the world
What in, get out, get out, get out of my world
What in the world
Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises
Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises
Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises
Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises
Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises
Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises
Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises
Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises

The little old lady from Pasadena
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
But parked in a rickety old garage
Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge

And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena

If you see her on the street don't try to choose her
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator

And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena

(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
The guys come to race her for miles around
But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down

And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena

Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go

and

But don't worry, mom. I met him in a restaurant
And all this time I've been getting to know him
He's got an ex-wife in Pasadena, and sometimes she's a mess
To deal with, but mostly we've been living here
Uninjured...
There's a silence, and she says, "Listen here young lady, All that matters is
What makes you happy, but you leave this house knowing my opinion won't
Make you love me if you don't care to."
But mom, I'm sending you this photograph, I swear
This one is going to last and all those other bastards
Were only practice!
I feel the sun on my back...
I smell the earth in my skin...
I see the sky above me like a full recovery...

She said, "Listen here young lady, All that matters is what makes you happy,
But you leave this house knowing my opinion It won't make a difference if you're not ready."

And all I needed was just a breath of fresh air
I want a, I want a folding chair

St. Paul Civic Center
Giving me a 8 dollar and 50 cent
I bought a headache
I bought a headache
Headache

Smoking marijuana and it's comin' out of my ears
A long haired girl shakin' way past her years
So come on, c'mon
So come on, c'mon

8 dollar and 50 cent
I bought a headache
I bought a headache
Headache

St. Paul Civic Center
Giving me a 8 dollar and 50 cent
I bought a headache
I bought a headache
Headache

Allright, thank you, everybody feel alright? everybody happy? Christopher Mars!

I drove a herd of cattle out
From old Nebraska way
That's how I come to be in the state of I-o-way.
I met a gal and asked her how
She said "Indeed I do"
I asked her what her name was and she said
"Sioux City Sue"

Sioux City Sue, Sioux City Sue,
Your hair is red, your eyes are blue
I'd swap my horse and dog for you, oh
Sioux City Sue, Sioux City Sue
There ain't no gal as true as my sweet Sioux City Sue.

Tom Waits, "San Diego Serenade"

Never saw the morning till I stayed up all night
Never saw the sunshine till I turned out the light
Never saw my home town till I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody till I needed the song

Never saw the white line till I was leavin' you behind
Never knew I needed you till I was caught up in a bind
And I never spoke I love you till I cursed you in vain
Never felt my heart strings until I nearly went insane

Never saw the East coast until I moved to the West
I never saw the moonlight till it shone off your breast
And I never saw your heart till someone tried to steal it away
Never saw your tears till they rolled down your face

I never saw the morning till I stayed up all night
Never saw the sunshine till you turned out the light
Never saw my home town till I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody till I needed the song

(I know nothing about the band that wrote this except that they wrote this.)

O Dallas you shine with an evil light
O Dallas you shine with an evil light
How did you turn a billion steers
into buildings made of mirrors,
and why am I drawn to you tonight?

Once you taste the geometry of a church in a cul-de-sac
you're gonna want to sit with the bad kids in the back
Cruising down Commerce
killing time in the blazing sun
Is it true your analyst was a placekicker for the Falcons?

We saw B.B.King on General Hospital
in the Oak Cliff dramhounse where we stayed
and when Clancy whipped her with his belt buckle
he cleaned her cuts and then we prayed
O Dallas you shine with an evil light
Don't you know that God stays up all night?
And how did you turn a billion steers
into buildings made of mirrors,
and why am I drawn to you tonight?

Watching the makeup girls make out with the mannequins
"Hey boys, supper's on me, our record just went aluminum"

Poor as a mouse every morning
rich as a cat every night
Some kind of strange magic happens
when the city turns on her lights

It's even better if you imagine each individual poster singing their chosen song with gusto!

WE PULLED INTO PORTLAND TOWN
WE BEEN ON THE ROAD
ROCK AND ROLLING FOR THE CROWD
THREE MORE NIGHTS TO GO
BUT IF I DON’T FIND SOMEONE TONIGHT
I JUST WON’T MAKE IT THROUGH
I’M GOING OUT IN PORTLAND TOWN
AND SEE WHAT I CAN DO

YOU KNOW, IT’S VERY COLD IN PORTLAND TOWN
THIS TIME OF THE YEAR,
I WOULDN’T MIND IF I COULD FIND
SOMEONE TO HOLD ME NEAR
AND THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL,
SHE LOOKS LOST AND LONELY
BACKSTAGE AT THE SHOW
I’M GOING UP AND ASKING HER
HEY, WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO

YOU SEE I NEED ME A PORTLAND WOMAN
I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE TONIGHT
I WANT TO GET ME A PORTLAND WOMAN
PORTLAND WOMEN TREAT YOU RIGHT
PORTLAND’S GONNA BE MINE TONIGHT

WE PULLED OUT OF PORTLAND TOWN
ALMOST RIGHT ON TIME,
THE LITTLE GIRL THAT I HAD FOUND,
HER I LEFT BEHIND
BUT I HAVEN’T FELT TOO GOOD
SINCE I LEFT PORTLAND YESTERDAY
I’M GOING BACK TO PORTLAND TOWN,
NOW WHAT MORE CAN I SAY

I WANNA GET ME A PORTLAND WOMAN
I DON’T WANNA BE ALONE TONIGHT
I WANNA GET ME A PORTLAND WOMAN
PORTLAND WOMEN TREAT YOU RIGHT
PORTLAND’S GONNA BE MINE TONIGHT

and yeah my town's canby but ain't no songs about canby

Jane had reached the point when she knew
What he meant before he'd opened his mouth.
He couldn't say the same
Or he'd have guessed she was moving south
With one of his friends.

But it's getting better now.
He found it in him to forgive.
He walked the city
And he found a place to live,
In a half-way house,
Half-way down Dominion Road.

When he watched Jane's brother sell the house
He felt no sense of loss,
More like a mountain climber
Looking back, having made it across
The steepest face.

And he's still climbing,
See him trying to cross the street.
He tests his footing
Like he was up 10,000 feet
Above the clouds,
Half-way down Dominion Road.

But it's getting better now,
He rests his head on the window sill.
He watches the city,
He can see the antennas in the hills
From the half-way house,
Half-way down Dominion Road.

Katerina, your lovely hair
has more beauty, I declare
Than all the tresses there
from Smoke Town to Oldham County
Be it black, red, gold, or brown,
let them hang to lengths below
They mean not as much to me
as a melting flake of snow
And her dance is like a gleam
of the sunlight on the stream
And the screeching blue jays seem
to form her name when screaming
But my heart is full of woe,
for last night she made me go
And tears begin to flow
as I sing the whole day through

I am a cineomatographer (x4)
And I walked away from New York City
And I walked away from everything that's good
And I walked away from everything I leaned on
Only to find it's made of wood
I was a big ol' bear once (x4)
And I walked away from California
And I walked away from everything that's known
And I walked away from everything I lived for
Only to find that everything had grown
I am a cineomatographer (x4)
If you were alone
You could walk away from Louisville

Strobe lights beam creates dreams
Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old child, young child feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidsons too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angel, young angel feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn`t born there
Perhaps I`ll die there
There`s no place left to go
San Francisco

Cop`s face is filled with hate
Heavens above, he`s on
A street called love
When will they ever learn
Old cop, young cop feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

The children are cool
They don`t raise fools
It`s an American dream
Includes Indians too

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Do you remember
Smashing up the bottles
Trying to be rudies
In a tourist town?

We were so aimless but
So filled with purpose and
I got so nervous
On your wedding day.

It's great to see you now
See your eyes
You know they're so clear and strong and
When you look into mine
Do you still see me the same?

I can still see us
Everywhere that I look
Each time I come back
To this shitty town.

Where I'm at:

It's pissing down with rain
The dogs they all do howl
Just beneath the surface, the faces all do scowl
Selling off an empire, they sell it by the pound
The Russians in the market square

Give him 15 Deutschmarks for an old red hat
He will sell you the coat off of his back
And he's looking handsome and he's looking sad
The Russian in the market square

The Russian in the market
The Russian in the market
The Russian in the market square

He'll tell you stories about his past
He'll tell you stories if you ask
And he's looking handsome and he's looking sad
The Russians in the market square

Yes, the Russian in the market
Yes, the Russian in the market
Yes, the Russian in the market square

Yes, the Russian in the market
Yes, the Russian in the market
The Russian in the market square

Yes, the Russian in Frankfurt Square

rockin' it! rockin' it!
helsinki rockin' it!

rock city
helsinki

metropolitan life and subculture beats
rock city people stomp your feet
one for the treble and one for the bass
come on helsinki lets rock this place
bass is pumpin'
drums are thumpin'
band is rockin'
hard core hiphoppin'

rockin' it! rockin' it!
helsinki rockin' it!

rock city
helsinki

shining bright in your eyesight
blinding sucker emcees as i set it right
bass is pumpin'
drums are thumpin'
band is rockin'
hard core hiphoppin'

yo! rockin' it! rockin' it!
helsinki rockin' it!

rock city
helsinki

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light go to go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
Mathilda with me

now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
Mathilda with me

and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Mathilda too

It's springtime but I still miss the streets at dawn
And in the morning walking your bridges home
As I sit and stare at all of England's souls
I tell you something
I wish I was in Edinburgh

I don't mind being by myself
Don't wanta be anywhere else
Just wanna be in Edinburgh
I wish I was an Edinburgh man

You can leave me on the shelf
I'm an Edinburgh man myself
I will always give you help

It's summertime but I still miss your skies so clear
Sitting and staring on a beach somewhere
I'll tell you something
I wish I was in Edinburgh

Don't give a toss about private wealth
And history just repeats itself
Keep me away from the Festival
And just give me a warm quarter-gill*

They say you project yourself
But I'm an Edinburgh man myself

It's wintertime and i still see the cobble stones
Clacking over your streets at dawn
I was really poor since I left Edinburgh

I'm OK just by myself
Cause our miserable king won't protect us from ourselves

How I wish I was in Edinburgh
How I wish I was in Edinburgh

I was always in good health
I'm an Edinburgh man myself
I will always give you help
I'm an Edinburgh man myself

Quoth Joey, from the booklet in my copy of Ramones Anthology:

"Cretin Hop came from when we were in St. Paul, Minnesota. We went to some place to eat and there were just these cretins all over the place. And there was a Cretin Ave, where we drove into the city."

Sounds like St. Paul, all right.

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy
It’s bound to scare you boy

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
You can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Regina
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drum, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

*****

You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers fan
And I think you're gonna find they understand

*****

inside my mind i see a place that i have been once or two times before
calling me out inside a dream telling me things that i cannot ignore
in the closet i have the fruit of its tall trees and in my heart i can store
a longing that i have felt on nights when it's a little past four
...my mind's in pittsburgh

So you think your lonely
Well my baby I'm lonely too
I want to get back to my city by the bay
Ohh Ohh

It's sad, oh there's been mornings
Out on the road without you
Without your charms,Ohh Ohh
My my my my my my Oh oh oh oh

When the lights go down in the city
And the sun shines on the bay
Oh I want to be there in my city
Ohh Ohh

or

"If I remember correctly, it's in Bethesda, Maryland / where the diners are famed / for waitresses so rude." - Joan of Arc, "To've Had Two Of"

There's a park near the city, yeah
All the kids dig the Lagoon now
It's full of all kinds of girls
And rides and we'll be flyin' there soon now
And girl for girl
They've got the cutest of the Western states
They got the sun in the summer
And winter time the skiing is great yeah
Salt Lake City we'll be coming soon

Salt Lake City we'll be coming soon

[Einar]
Came from the east,
Relative forgot,
To scrape away,
Land in south,
Exhausted engine,
No teeth,
No chance to stop,
Meet Johnny.

[Bjork]
Came from the east,
Like the sun,
But with tired engine,
Regina otherwise magnificent,
Regina in good bloom,

Oh oh as old as the sun,
Oh oh with white teeth,
Oh oh Regina, oh oh Regina,
Oh oh Regina, oh oh Regina.

[Einar]
Land on islands,
Meet Johnny,
Examine my red,
Basalt cluster,
Bottomless dust, terrific sun,
And wetting quite nicely thank you,
I do say nicely,
I do mean that,
Actually.

[Bjork]
Blow into the chastity belt
Regina, Regina,
Oh oh Regina, oh oh Regina,

[Einar]
Hex and bitch and,
Deserves lobster and fame,
Oh, Johnny,
Teeth and gums,
In my life,
Moon and sun,
In my life,
Lobster and shrimp,
In my life,
I don't really like lobster ( like lobster ).

[Bjork]
Regina is too old
But the sun is much older
Still the sun with white teeth
But Mrs R. with none
Sun with false teeth
Give me lobster and fame.

[Einar]
I really don't like lobster!

[Bjork]
Oh oh Regina, oh oh Regina. X8

i was at the jabberjaw
cutest boy i ever saw
he was standing behind me
he was such a dream.
he kept looking right my way
i wanna see him every day
randy told me where he lives
in minneapolis
hung around till closing time
i wanna make him mine all mine
told my friends i want to leave
but they embarrassed me
i took out my keys for my car
walked down the street--not very far
he came running after me
he saw me at the entry
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneap...
he said, "i heard you ask about me"
and i responded "yes" quietly
he said, "i'm leaving on wednesday
come see me when Low plays"
so i went to see him again
he should be my new best friend
running so romantically
down the street for me.
so he said he'd write or call
cuz i'd be touring in the fall
he said he wanted me to move
but that just won't do
to minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis
minneapolis

Don’t go back to rockville
And waste another year

At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
I don’t care if you’re not here with me
’cause it’s so much easier to handle
All my problems if I’m too far out to sea
But something better happen soon
Or it’s gonna be too late to bring you back

It’s not as though I really need you
If you were here I’d only bleed you
But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down and
That’s not how it ought to be
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You’ll be coming back before too long

Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again

As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again

And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,
For Castro is a colour,
Is a redder than red,
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the colour...
...That will earn you a spray of lead

For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America

Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?

'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
Que?
Sandinista!

I was born in this town
Live here my whole life
Probably come to die in this town
Live here my whole life
Never anything to do in this town
Live here my whole life
Never anything to do in this town
Live here my whole life
Probably learn to die in this town
Live here my whole life
Nothing to do, sit around at home
Sit around at home, stare at the walls
Stare at each other and wait till we die
Stare at each other and wait till we die
Probably come to die in this town
Live here my whole life
There's Kerosene around, something to do
There's Kerosene around, she's something to do
There's Kerosene around, she's something to do
There's Kerosene around, we'll find something to do
Kerosene around, she's something to do
Kerosene around, set me on fire
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire
Kerosene around, something to do
There's Kerosene around, find something to do
There's Kerosene around, find something to do
Kerosene around, find something to do
Kerosene around, she's something to do
Kerosene around, set me on fire
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire
Kerosene around, she's something to do
Kerosene around, now what do we do?
Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do?
Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do?
Kerosene around, nothing to do
Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do?
Never anything to do in this town
Never anything but jump Kerosene
Never anything to do in this town
Never anything
Jump Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire

We're coming round to burn shit down
From las haciendas de la playa to your town.
We're coming round to burn shit down
From las noches de los Oscars to the Jewel in the Crown.

Woke up this morning I was under someone else's wheels.
So now I know how the Secret Government feels.

We're coming round to burn shit down
From las haciendas de la playa to your town.
We're coming round to burn shit down
From las noches de los Oscars to the Jewel in the Crown.

We're coming round to burn shit down
From las playas de Majorca to Northampton Town NN1.
We're coming round to burn shit down
Coz we don't care for the big hair sounds in Poodletown.

Poodletown!

Burn, Hollywood, burn, Hollywood, burn, Hollywood, burn.
Burn, Hollywood, burn, Hollywood, burn, muthafucka, burn.

(Some band called Wilson, apparently. No, me neither)

Land's End at dusk
A day of churches
Her getting her hair cut
A windswept walk to Dunnet Head
Boarding a north-bound train at Inverness
A rainy Cley-next-the-Sea
Her swinging on a tyre
Me taking her picture
A station frozen in time
March stars in a Norfolk sky

Her sleeping head on my shoulder
With the bus heading on
And the day-out done
A lighthouse sending its light
Out across Thurso bay at night
To Blakeney Point and back again
Walking in the ruins
Of Binham Priory
Abba on the jukebox at Par Sands
A two way trip on the Bodinnick ferry

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat

Getting late
I just can't wait
Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start the car, and I try to make the midnight show

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat

Movin' fast, doin' 95
Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive
I hear my song playin' on the radio
It goes

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat

Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes
Oh my God, no time to turn
I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die
Why

Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get up
Everybody's gonna leave their seat

I tapped her on the shoulder and said "do you have a beau?"
She looked at me and smiled and said she did not know
Punk Rock Girl
give me a chance,
let's go slam dance
We'll dress like Minnie Pearl,
just you and me punk rock girl

We went to the Philly Pizza Company
and ordered some hot tea
The waitress said "well no; we only have it iced"
So we jumped up on the table and shouted anarchy
and someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox
It was "California Dreamin"
so we started screamin'
on such a winters day

Matt, the that dog song makes me miss Minneapolis so much. (And that dog.) You could also post the Jim Ruiz song that mentions Steve Ittner. And the Atmosphere bonus track on the new record, which made me cry the first time I heard it.

No disrespect to StP, Nate.

Keith you should hear the new Rank Strangers single (I couldn't post it because I'm at work and don't have the lyrics) it's kinda tribute to the new young Minneapolis rock kids called "Embarrass, Minnesota"....it's great....key line: "patent has expired/Jayhawk arms are tired"

Come on now, lets get going
We got lots of things to do
One thing that I know is
We're gonna raise hell in New York City tonite

42nd street's got what I need
Dark alleys and alot of disease
Hanging out on the lower east side
We don't give a damn if we live or die, so

Come on now, let's get going
We got lots of things to do
One thing that I know is
We're gonna raise hell in New York City tonite

Whatcha gonna do about us tonite
You can't control us and you better not try
The city's mine, the big apple of I
Lets do it now and lets do it right, so

Come on now, lets get going
We got lots of things to do
One thing that I know is
We're gonna raise hell in New York City tonite
Gonna raise hell in New York City tonite
We're gonna raise hell in New York City tonite

I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
Jettin off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later
Maybe not cuz I got somethin hot
In the Navigata, waitin in the parkin lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX
I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it
Now tell me boys have ya seen her
Have you seen her, nine millimeter
Makin niggas believas
Hop out the two seater, now vocab wife beater
Levi's fresh from the cleaners
Heavy starch with the cuff
Like fuck it leave it to beaver
Catch me in the galleria, plaza, chesterfield
Rollin down handly hills
In a black sedan and ville
I used to love it when hit me for a rocker
Maybe a boppa, i kept it propa
A non-stopa, around the clocka
Now its cool pull up the bends and helicopta
uh

Chorus

Sunday mornin, crack of dawnn and I'm yawnin
Natural bridge and kingshighway is where I'm goin
Wake up man and start blowin
Gotta get those juices flowin
Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time
For you cats that just ain't knowin
Hey, you can find me in
And the whole me fedy and leasy gettin slow
Grabin the optomo, sharpin up my flow
Practicin for my shows
Thats usually how it goes
We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
Swing through O'Fallon sounds
Knockin out of control
Like a boom boom boom, who is it?
It's Jackie Frost, the one who's gettin where he at
And he told you whos the boss
I'm like a human hot sauce
Thinkin I'll burn your thoughts
Your information was false
I'll show you just what it costs
In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I
No one could do it better, hey

I was a drunken lout, I ran about
With ladies that I knew
I did 'em wrong all night long
Singing 23 skidoo

Huzahh...huzahh...
Once upon a time I was a kid
Well I don't know what happened then
But I'm warning all you younger men
On your way to Long Beach think again
You can't afford to settle down in Long Beach

I had a rack and coat, a paddle boat
I played the ukelele
Beneath the moon in June I'd croon
Won't you come on home little baby

Huzahh...huzahh...
Once upon a time I was a kid
But now my hair is turning gray
I'm getting fatter every day
If you got any sense you'll stay away
And never give another thought to Long Beach
And never give a moment's thought to Long Beach

California, knows how to party.
California, knows how to party...
In the city of LA,
In the city of good ole Watts,
In the city, city of Compton,
We keep it rockin'. we keep it rockin'...

Dr. Dre:

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west,
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness.
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest.
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of s*x.
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat,
The state where ya never find a dancefloor empty,
And pimps be on a mission for them greens.
Lean mean money making machines, servin fiends.
I've been in the game for ten years making rap tunes,
Ever since honeys was wearing sassons.
Now its '95 and they clock and watch me.
Diamond's shining,
Lookin' like I robbed Liberace.
Its all good from Diego to the Bay.
Your city is the bomb if your city making pay (uh)
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way.
Dre putting it down for Californi-yeah...

California (california), knows how to party (knows how to party)
California (west coast), know how to party... (That's right)
In the city (city) of LA, city of LA...
In the city of good old Watts, good old Watts...
In the city, city of Compton (city of Compton)...
We keep it rockin', (keep it rockin') We keep it rockin'...

Yeah, yow make it shake, come on...
Shake it, shake it baby.
Shake, shake it, (shake it baby)
Shake, shake it Mama.
Shake it Cali.
Shake it Cali...
Shake, shake it baby...
That's right!
Shake, shake it baby.
Shake, shake it Mama.
Shake it Cali!

TuPac:

Out on bail,
Fresh outta jail.
California Dreamin',
Soon as I step on the scene
I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'.
Fiendin' for money and alcohol -
The life of a west-side playah.
When cops die, its on ball.
Only in Cali will we riot, not rally, so live and die.
In LA where we gear Chucks, not Balley's.
(Yeah, that's right... uh)
Dressed in locs and khaki suits, and ride is what we do.
Flossin', but have caution - we collide with other foo's...
Famous because we throw jams - world wide.
Let 'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrance.
Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam,
Its west-side, so you know the Row won't bow down to no man!
Say what you say but give me that bomb beat from Dre...
Let me serenade the streets of LA!
From Oakland to Sack town...
The Bay Area and back down...
Cali is where they put their Mack down.
Give me love!

California (california) knows how to party (aint no doubt)
California (do do do do) knows how to party.
C'mon, baby...
In the city (South Central) of LA...
In the city of good old Watts,
That's right...
In the city, city of Compton,
We keep it rockin', keep it rockin'. We keep it rockin'...

Yeah, Yeah...

Dr. Dre: Now make it shake... Ahhh...

Shake, shake, shake it baby.
Ahhh
Shake, shake, shake it baby.
Yeah...
Shake, shake it Mama.
Shake it Cali,
Shake it Cali!
Shake, Shake it baby,
Shake it Cali!
Shake, shake it...
Ahhh
Shake, shake it Mama.
West coast!
Shake it Cali...
Ahhh! Yeah, ahhh...
Ahhh

Dr. Dre: Long Beach in the house, ahhh!

Yeah
Oaktown... Oakland definately in the house.
Frisco, yeah, Frisco...

TuPac:
Eh, You know LA up in this...

Pasadena, where you at?
Yeah, Inglewood...
Inglewood always up to no good.
Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece of that...
Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at?
Yeah...

Throw it up y'all! Throw it up! Throw it up!
I can't see ya...

California Love...

Let's show these foo's how we do it on this West-side...
'Cause you and I know its the best side!

Yeah, that's right...
West coast, West coast...
Ahhh! California love!
California love, yeah...

California knows how to party.... Yeah....

B-52's - Deadbeat Club

I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute,
On this caffeine buzz I was on
We were really hummin'
We would talk every day for hours
We belong to the deadbeat club

Anyway we can,
We're gonna find something
We'll dance in the garden
In torn sheets in the rain

We're the deadbeat club
We're the deadbeat club

Going down to Allen's for
A twenty-five cent beer
And the jukebox playing real loud,
"Ninety-six tears"
We're wild girls walkin' down the street
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time

Let's go crash that party down
In Normaltown tonight
Then we'll go skinny-dippin'
In the moonlight
We're wild girls walkin' down the street
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time

Anyway we can
We're gonna find something
We'll dance in the garden
In torn sheets in the rain

Chorus

Oh no! Here they come
The members of the deadbeat club

Matt, you misspelled "awesome."

Then my city is most definitely not, NOT the bomb.

She's my only true love
she's all that I think of
look here in my wallet
that's her
She grew up on a farm there
there's a place on my arm
where I've written her name
next to mine
you see I just can't
live without her
and I'm her only boy
and she grew up outside McHenry
in Johnsburg, Illinois

(Diyonisos)

(Lyric sheet claims they never say "peur" but that's how I like to singgit. Shuddup, Kenan, it is SO intolerable today, pbbbt.)

well, he went intae a pub, an' he came oot paralytic
oh oh, VP an' cider
ah ha ha, what a helluva mixture
cod liver oil and the orange juice

does this bus go tae the dennistoun palais?
oh oh, ah'm looking for a lumber
ah ha ha, glory hallelujah
cod liver oil and the orange juice

in the dancin', he met hairy mary
oh oh, the floo'er o' the gorbals
ah ha ha, glory hallelujah
cod liver oil and the orange juice

oh, noo, mary, are ye dancin'?
oh, no, it's jist the way ah'm staunin'
ah ha ha, glory hallelujah
cod liver oil and the orange juice

well, then, mary, yer wan in a million
oh oh, so's yer chances
ah ha ha, glory hallelujah
cod liver oil and the orange juice

well, then, mary, can ah run ye hame?
oh oh, ah've got a pair o' sandshoes
ah ha ha, yer a helluva funny
cod liver oil and the orange juice

well, oon through the back close an' intae the dunny
oh oh, it wisnae for the first time
ah ha ha, glory hallelujah
cod liver oil and the orange juice

then, oot came her mammy, she wis goin' tae the cludgie
oh oh, ah buggered off sharpish
ah ha ha, glory hallelujah
cod liver oil and the orange juice

noo, hairy mary's looking for her hard man
oh oh, he's jined the foreign legion
ah ha ha, sahara an' ra camels
cod liver oil and the orange juice

then, hairy mary had a little baby
oh oh, its faither's in the army
ah ha ha, glory hallelujah
cod liver oil and the orange juice

You and me were really cookin'
In the Spa Hotel in Lucan
- Brush Shields

Sample lyrics The village Constable he was there, now whattya think o'that?
Amusin' himself by abusin' himself, and catchin' it in his hat...

- "Two at a Time" by Cop Shoot Cop