Category Archives: Lyrics

You say it’s urgent, so urgent. So urgent, just you wait and see, how urgent our love can be. It’s urgent.

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Songs I have listened to this afternoon include:

  • “Dream On” Aerosmith
  • “Janie’s Got a Gun” Aerosmith
  • “Beth” KISS
  • “Tom Sawyer” RUSH
  • “I Want to Know What Love Is” Foreigner
  • “Juke Box Hero” Foreigner
  • “Back in Black” AC/DC
  • “Hell’s Bells” AC/DC
  • “You Shook Me All Night Long” AC/DC

As well as the song in the title. Apparently I am stuck in another decade this afternoon. These are all selections from my “Late Night Cruise on Lake Shore Drive” playlist. You should have one.

You play tricks on my mind. You’re everywhere but you’re so hard to find.

Lyrics of the Afternoon

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Girl, that’s so not cool in so many ways
These were supposed to be my carefree single days
Instead I’m punching walls and coming up with ways
Ways to win you back from your new man.
Right now he’s a-probably moaning your name
The thought of it is driving me insane
Got to get religion just to ease the pain
Of thinkin’ about you loving your new man.
-Mason Jennings “Your New Man”

Love this song. Love “Fighter Girl”. But have mixed feelings about the overall album.

Lyrics of the Afternoon.

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Got stopped by a lady cop
She got me thinking I can date a cop
Cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in a car, she cut off all the lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren
…
I make her wear nothing but handcuffs & heels
And I beat it* like a cop
Rodney King, baby. Yeah, I beat it* like a cop.

-“Mrs. Officer” Lil Wayne.

This is actually sung as a kinda tender make-out song, or as tender as you get on a rap album, I guess, with a sing-songy sweet chorus. It really kinda cracks me up.

*”it”? or “her”? Hard to say…

Complete Brain Breakdown of the Morning

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Ah, ah ah ah, Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm*… “warm hand”…hmmm hmm… “into mine”… hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm….

Over and over and over in my head this morning. Could not remember a) more lyrics, b) song name, c) artist (so I could have just pulled the damn thing up on the Pod) for the life of me. Grrrrr.

Sea Wolf “Neutral Ground”: Ah ah ah ah, But here in the sky, lights flash before our eyes, and I feel your warm hand slipping into mine.

Good grief.

*hmmm = (humming the melody)

Angry Girl Music of the Morning

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Raise your hand if your lipstick doesn’t make you a dumbshit
Raise your hand if the shape of your hips don’t [sic] compare to the shape of your mind
You don’t even stand a chance
I’m not taking off my pants
I’m not a barbie doll, shopping mall, silicone substitution
I’m not a perfect ten, paper thin, Hollywood illusion

-Saving Jane “One Girl Revolution”

Just one of those days.

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9:45a.m. – Rockin to Sounds of the 80s on the way to the bus. Harden my Heart, oh yeah baby.

10:15a.m. – Dear REO Speedwagon, no one will ever take your place in my heart.

12:00p.m. – Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you.

12:16p.m. – And don’t you know I would move heaven and earth to be together forever with you.

1:06p.m. – You’re out of touch, I’m out of time. But I’m out of my head when you’re not around.

1:15p.m. – You’re not shy, you get around.

1:28p.m. – And you want her, and she wants you. No one, no one, no one ever is to blame.

1:37p.m. – How do you think I’m gonna get along without you when you’re gone?

1:47p.m. – Listening to Celebration and all I can think about is Ross playing it on the bagpipes.

Now “free period” is over and all I’m listening to is people whining and bitching on the phone when I tell them no. In which case, I tell them: no, again. Louder.

Song of the Drive Home Last Night that Drove Us Nuts Not Being Able to Remember What the Hell Song It Was

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I had to text myself lyrics to look up when I got home. Stupid moron.

Picture yourself in a living room
your pipe and slippers set out for you
I know you think that it ain’t too far
But I…
I hear the call of a lifetime ring
felt the need to get up for it
oh you cut out the middleman
get free from the middleman
You got no time for the messenger,
got no regard for the thing that you don’t understand,
you got no fear of the underdog,
that’s why you will not survive!
I wanna forget how convention fits
but can I get out from under it?
Can I cut it out of me?
Ah…
It can’t all be wedding cake
It can’t all be boiled away
I try but I can’t let go of it
Can’t let go of it
Uh huh
Cause you don’t talk to the water boy
and there’s so much you could learn but you don’t want to know,
You will not back up an inch ever,
that’s why you will not survive,
…
The thing that I tell you now
It may not go over well
And it may not be photo-op
the way that I spell it out
But you won’t hear from the messenger,
don’t wanna know bout something that you don’t understand,
You got no fear of the underdog,
that’s why you will not survive! (Hey!)

-“The Underdog” Spoon