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Jane Says (Jane's Addiction)

Jane says
I'm done with Sergio
He treats me like a ragdoll
She hides
The television
Says "I don't owe him nothing,
But if he comes back again
Tell him to wait right here for me
Or, try again tomorrow"
"I'm gonna kick tomorrow..."
"I'm gonna kick tomorrow..."

Jane says
Have you seen my wig around?
I feel ** without it"
She knows
They all want her to go
But that's okay man
She don't like them anyway
Jane says "I'm going away to Spain
When I get my money saved
I'm gonna start tomorrow"

"I'm gonna kick tomorrow..."
"I'm gonna kick tomorrow..."

She gets mad
And she starts to cry
Takes a swing but
She can't hit!
She don't mean no harm
She just don't know... what else to do about it

Jane goes
To the store at eight
She walks up on Saint Andrews
She waits
And gets her dinner there
She pulls her dinner
From her pocket

Jane says I've never been in love - no
She don't know what it is
She only knows if someone wants her

"I only want 'em if they want me,..."
"I only know they want me..."

Jane says...
Jane says...

Merry Frickin Christmas (Red Sox) (Frickin' A)

School's out
Christmas Break
Back to Boston
The Red Sox in four straight
First the Yankees
Then St. Louis
The curse
Reversed
The Bambino really blew it
Derek Jeter's lost his mind
Trippin' on a broomstick
Better luck next time

[chorus]

It's gonna be a Merry Merry Merry Frickin Christmas
All you New York Yankee fans can kiss this
The tree
The gifts
The missletoe kiss
Swing
A miss
Steinbrenner's really pissed
Have a merry merry merry frickin Christmas!

Joe Torre
He's a weirdo
Gave me a picture of himself in a speedo
A-Rod
Gotta feel the sting
Could've come to Boston to wear a World Series Ring
We all know you're chokin' on your lunch
Try a knuckle sandwich
And a Varitek punch


[chorus]


It's gonna be a Merry Merry Merry Frickin Christmas
All you New York Yankee fans can kiss this
The tree
The gifts
The missletoe kiss
Swing
A miss
Steinbrenner's really pissed
Have a merry merry merry frickin Christmas!

2004
The best Christmas yet
A World series ring
I was sick of hearing 1918...

Hey George!
I Hope ya can't sleep at night!
Pass the beer nuts.

[chorus]


It's gonna be a Merry Merry Merry Frickin Christmas
All you New York Yankee fans can kiss this
The tree
The gifts
The missletoe kiss
Swing
A miss
Steinbrenner's really pissed
Have a merry merry merry frickin Christmas!
Merry Frickin Christmas!

Ho Ho Ho
I'm Santa W. Claus, and I approved this message!

Yankees Suck!
Yankees Suck!
Yankees Suck!
Yankees Suck!
Yankees Suck!

High 5 (Rock The Catskills) (Beck)




High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5!
[rappers]: " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5!
Aw, yeah, I like that shit."
When I rock it's like a high 5
Want a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
I don't mean it 'cause I only come on to you
When I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard skin let the records spin
'Round and round with the speed of sound
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the candy
Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog
Beers and chairs no frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
[spoken]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode
Talking about popping jugger
Like the last century
[Mike D]: "Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you?
Man, get the other record! Damn!"
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
[Mike D]: "Ok, now. Do like designer jeans.
Everybody, designer jeans! say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la,
sasoon!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
Everybody!
One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon!
Just do it everybody, c'mon!
Now I want the ladies.
All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl.
Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente!
Say: Jordache!"

Crash Boom Bang (Roxette)

Crash! Boom! Bang!
Roxette

{Crash! Boom! Bang!}
My Papa told me to stay out of trouble:
"When you've found your man, make sure he's for real!".
I've learned that nothing really lasts forever
I sleep with the scars I wear that won't heal.
They won't heal
Cos everytime I seem to fall in love
Crash! Boom! Bang!
I find the heart but then I hit the wall
Crash! Boom! Bang!
That's the call, that's the game and the pain stays the same.

I'm walking down this empty road to nowhere
I pass by the houses and blocks I once knew.
My Mama told me not to mess with sorrow
But I always did, and Lord, I still do
I'm still breaking the rules
{I kick it up}
{I kick it down}

Cos everytime I seem to fall in love
Crash! Boom! Bang!
I find the heart but then I hit the wall
Crash! Boom! Bang!

That's my real middle-name
It has always been the same
That's the call, that's the game and the pain stays the same.
I still feel the heat
{Slowly fallin' from the sky}
And the taste of the kissing
Shattered by rain
{Comin' tumblin' from behind}
And the wild holy war.

{I kick it up}
{I kick it down}
And everytime I seem to fall in love
Crash! Boom! Bang!
I find the roses dying on the floor
Crash! Boom! Bang!
{Crash! Boom! Bang!}
That's the call, that's the game and the pain stays the same.
That's my real middle-name
It has always been the same
Oh yea, Oh yea, Oh yea
Been the same, been the same
It has always been the same
It has always been the same

From: sergio souza <pedagogo@usa.net>


A Lil Sumthing (Hard 2 Obtain)




featuring Artifacts Raquel

Verse One: El the Sensai

Take steps on the mission with the H2O addition
Artifacts nigga listen on the track we never slippin
Bust a busta plus him leavin niggaz in my dust
Pack a marker in my tu to hit the path or the bus
Straight from New Jeru it's the nigga MC El
Kick it swell so tell the boys so they be jeal
Hit your**across the chamber cuz you got a glass jaw
Baby Pah, I get raw, the best you ever saw
Crews get dissed, with my lyrical fitness
I bruise with my News, so be the Eyewitness
I kicked it, to rip this, to be the mag-nificent
Prolific get specific, the groove is mad isn't it
MC El I'm out to the left mother**er
I got the groovin sound if you wanna get down

Chorus:

I put you down if you wanna get down (4X)

Verse Two: DL

Get down on it
Yo, it's the nigga with some ruffness
Ahh, and then I bust you with some tough...
shit that I kick, when it spills from the grill
Strapped with Artifacts on the track and Raquel
From the Y-O, and you know we gets HIGH-YO
So r-i-i-i-i-iiiight
Don't try to press it kid, you know DL
is not having it, word to life you get stitched
Too bitch to get down, represent and bring in a gun
Pops the trunk if it's beef that make up
Everything is real, I feel what's real
Now a nigga's packin steel and I won't guard my grill
So watch what you say when you come around my way
And if you're scared say you're scared
"But don't be afraid"
Quiet as kept, Strong Isle
I vic em and I stick em
A bitch**nigga til he bleeds to death
And let the fans donate what's left
of the body, I gotta thank George and Koty
Who rests in the fly where it's live and happening
And niggaz definitely be strapping

Verse Three: Raquel

Still slow, while currents be driftin on a memory
Just to get down from uptown, I'm with whatever goes down
So add it up and count me in
I'm in for the wins ** a trend light it up and put one in
Spark it up like a rocket, action packed like a Sock-It
** a card I'm pullin mother**in pockets
So stand back, be on guard, it's survival
of the fittest and I plan to pull charge
I keep a tight grip on the trigger, chickenhead try to figure
I won't pull the trigger, cuz I'm not a nigga
Aiyyo, it's Raquel from the Y-O
You know we gets high yo
If I said I didn't I don't lie yo
Voice arrest me like me niggaz Black and Vespy
Ain't got no change so don't mother**in ask me
Word to life I get biz like a one-step mic check
Raquel kicks the grip on the black tip

Chorus 2X

Verse Four: Tame One

The New Jerusalem hoodlum droppin tunes on niggaz soon
The nappy**Newark nigga smokin bigger badder boom
Flex Mad like Cobra, I'm the right one like soda
With red eyes, I'm teachin Jedis, like I was Yoda
I'm too daisy crazy with my penis as a bonus
Keep my fro combless sag my pants like I'm homeless
The city of Bricks, from where I get, ** the rumors
Do damage like a tumor, walk through asses in my Pumas
Dyslexic, I wreck shit, words flip when I read em like
check mic two One Tame redrums all CM's
The Pack Pistol Posse gonna watch me play Chachi
I'm flippin on some ill shit, H2O spot me
Raquel, MC El, Tame Taste and DL
If we do well, no more shorts on the weed sales
I pop the top off, put dumb bitches on knock off
The Notty top pops a darker marker gettin props off

Verse Five: Taste

Yo click click bang bang, bustin niggaz thang thang
Do the locomation as if you was on the A-Train
Too hard to handle with a grip on the handle
Pump squeeze quick to burn a nigga like a candle
dad, so one two, mic check
I ring bells in eardrums from suburbs to projects
Word, you better ask somebody nigga
Bringin it on with Raquel from the wigga, Y-O
Tame, El the Sensai go way back
Like Mockneck and Sergio Vallente
Can't forget Kurious, with the serious
Uptown Mob, to get the job done
Turn a forty flat to the head, Artifacts in
the corner, gettin massive red, off the fat sacks
Straight from the burrows
Play ya like Annie, until tomorrow

Chorus 2X

En Que Pensabas (Sergio Contreras)

¿En qué pensabas? si me llenabas de caricias en mi cama, si en cada beso, en cada abrazo me engañabas, si no me amabas...

Perdona si sólo cosas malas salen de mi boca, si a veces mi cabeza dice que estás loca, si hoy mis pesadillas son con que tú me tocas, perdona amor "to" es causa de este dolor.

Perdona si cuando te miro siento odio, si cuando te dibujo, "ira"! piento al demonio, si hoy mis pesadillas son con que tú me amas, perdona amor "to" es culpa tuya, eres mala!

Perdona si de mi boca sólo salen reproches ¿dónde están "to" las promesas de esas noches? esa pregunta me ronda, me parte la cabeza, cuando sin querer recuerdo tu belleza.

Perdona que en el camino ya no te acompañe, que de la mano ya no quiera ni llevarte, que no me da la gana de a ti perdonarte, perdona amor, tengo algo que preguntarte... dime, ¿en qué pensabas tú? eh?...

¿En qué pensabas? si me llenabas de caricias en mi cama, si en cada beso, en cada abrazo me engañabas, si no me amabas... (2)

Y en qué pensabas cuando creía que eras mía que me amabas... (2)

Tú me hiciste daño, yo te quise tanto oh no... mi amor se fue apagando, mi corazón sin control ardía de pasión mientras tú, chiquilla! jugabas con mi amor.

Tú me hiciste daño y yo sin esperarlo oh no... mi vida estás ahogando. Tú corazón fue perdiendo la pasión mientras que yo tonto... luchaba por tu amor.

Perdona si yo a ti siempre te fui fiel, de saber como tú eras... que poca mujer, mentirosa, caprichosa, de sabor a hiel, mientras yo me untaba en sabor a miel.

Perdona si ahora no quiero en ti pensar, con fuerza y ayuda yo te he de olvidar, hoy en día me di cuenta al vernos fracasar que eres mala, vete ya! para que esperar, dime tu... ¿en qué pensabas niña?

¿En qué pensabas? si me llenabas de caricias en mi cama, si en cada beso, en cada abrazo me engañabas, si no me amabas... (3)

Luna Nueva (Diego Torres)

No puedo creer
que ya terminó
que fue una historia
y se perdió
fue todo verdad
no fue una ilusión
son esas cosas que te hacen pensar
que vale sentir lo que te hace bien
y dejarlo crecer
y el tiempo dirá si era verdad
si me querías ver.
Dime si en otra vida estarás
Dime si algo tu me puedes dar
Dime si en el tiempo puedo yo viajar
y encontrarte en algún lugar.

Y quise saber
que había detrás
dos caras tiene la luna en el mar
y lo que te di fue porque sentí
son esas cosas que hay que vivir
y nunca pensé que te iba a encontrar
en un lugar así
Y quise arriesgar todo hasta el final
y no dejarte ir.
Dime...

Qué bueno pensar que volverás
y voy a encontrar una luna nueva
qué bueno saber que si estás aquí
podemos tener una vida nueva.

100% Dundee (The Roots)





One one one one two
P-P-5-D
Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D
I'm sayin, yo
Touch this yo, knahmsayin what?
Yo-yo, yo, 100%..

[Black Thought]
Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony
I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily
People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me
The weaponry, the secret recipe
Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with
Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with
I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with
this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with
Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin
Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin
Backstage whisperin to management like
"change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them"
My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_
From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again
Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend
They packages read "care when handlin"
It's all soft shit, batteries not included with
Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment
I blow your ba-tty**into fragments, P-5-D
The new testament, mic specialist, what?

Yeah
Check it out, yo (3X)
Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100% Dundee

[Malik B]
Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
Guerilla click, 100% Dundee

[Black Thought]
Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100% Dundee

[Malik B]
Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
Guerilla click, 100% Dundee

The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock
Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block
Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist
Got the personality named trife, ready to heist
Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device
Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce
Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state
Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate
Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant
Bargin, through your regiment, call your president
Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost
Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk
Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket
Facin three ? and a cop so yo ** it
If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly
Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley
You know the deally on the daily in the ?
If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up
We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up
Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what?
Face on the ground and get it up

[Black Thought]
Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100% Dundee

[Malik B]
Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
Guerilla click, 100% Dundee

[Black Thought]
Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100% Dundee

[Malik B]
Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
Guerilla click, 100% Dundee

[Black Thought]
Check it out
While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma
Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler
Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner
Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma
Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ
And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente
Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say
Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay
Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe
Thumpin, what was your assumption
I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production
Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course
I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast
via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite
Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis
But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit
Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up
Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all

Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100% Dundee

[Malik B]
Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
Guerilla click, 100% Dundee

[Black Thought]
Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100% Dundee

[Malik B]
Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
Guerilla click, 100% Dundee

Esperanza (Control Machete)

Verse 1: Fermin IV
Fesco como de madrugada
Llovizna que aterriza, directo
Monte en la cara... perfecto
Visualización temprana, siempre para arriba
Buscando, nunca de bajada
Andar no cuesta nada, nada, trata
Olvidar lo que queda atrás, extendiéndome adelante
Fé y paciencia, avanza, avanza
Tratar no cuesta nada, ves
Yo no lo he logrado pero aqui me tienes
Cada vez, otra vez
Socorro... (socorro)
(mira bien)
Impulsado por cosas que no puedes ver
A llegar a lugares que no puedes ver
Torres que se asoman por encima de la niebla
Allá allá
Verse 2: Pato
Desde el suelo forma presencia en vuelo
Tras reverencia inclinado al cielo
Dulce anhelo, melodioso celo
Calma impaciencia, iniciado nuevo
En percepción sobre imágenes
Digna nación acerca titanes
Abstractos términos lineales
Sol y lunas vicerales...

Verse 3: fermín iv
Actuemos una misma cosa, ahora todos
Como nunca, continúa y se acentúa
Pero no hay cosa segura
Intento tras intento
La pena es muda y callada, reservada
Apreciada es la vida, prosigo y la esfera
Sigue dando vueltas, completas, esperanza
Desde el inicio, solicito, mira
No pereza si promesa, directo a la meta
Camino no vereda, día, certeza, no se paga renta
No,no, aqui es toda la vida completa, hecha
Cliente, al que tengo que mantener
Consciente, al que tengo que proteger
Tierra que se asoma por encima de la niebla
Allá allá ..

Verse 4: pato
Desde el sueño torna tormenta en velo
Tras reverencia inclinado al fuego
Sólido consuelo, ansioso ello
Alma conciencia, deseado ruego
En reacción ante cavalidades
Digna nación acerca titanes
Intactos sentidos ciclares
Sol y luna viscerales...

Chorus: x8
Espera, avanza, esperanza

Verse 5: pato
Alrededores directa iniciativa
Vacios llenados, luz y agonía
A través uno, ninguno
En definitiva alguno asumo
Meridiano pasado y antes
Abundantes, activa, constantes
Llama a la interperie
Con y de el aire adhiere
Posee el márgen, las edades
Libra, magia, agudo, grave

Chorus: x8

Scarborough Fair (Sergio Mendes)

SCARBOROUGH FAIR
Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66
(Simon/Garfunkel)

As transcribed from: "Classics: Vol. 18"

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to the one who lives there.
He once was a true love of mine.

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to the one who lives there.
He once was a true love of mine.

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to the one who lives there.
He once was a true love of mine.

<instrumental interlude>

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to the one who lives there.
He once was a true love of mine.

Scarborough Fair.
Scarborough Fair.
Scarborough Fair.
FADE

From: "Tyler Kaye" <mariners_fan@val-net.net>


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