#cops heard the scuffle and went oh fuck? and arrested the fighting people

[davec1970]

Lyric Of The Day 2016 In Full Day By Day

I went up to a big house with a U.S. flag upon display. I said “Can you please help me out, I got some friends down the way.” The man said “Get out of here or I’ll tear you limb from limb.” I said “You know, they refused Jesus, too.” He said “You’re not him. Get out of here before I break your bones. I’m not your pop.” I decided to have him arrested and went looking for a cop. I want it now, I want it now, don’t tell me that my ship is coming in. Nothing comes to those who wait, time’s running out the door you’re running in. And looking out at the world through my window pane. Every day has many colours ‘cause the glass is stained. Everything has changed but remains the same. So once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day. And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny. Feeling as though somebody were testing me. He who sees the end from the beginning of time. Looking forward through all the ages is, was and always shall be. To see the unseen glitter of life, and feel the dirt, grief, anger and strife. I don’t wanna be an old man anymore It’s been a year or two since I was out on the floor Shaking booty, making sweet love all the night It’s time I got back to the good life. Just cause you don’t understand what’s going on don’t mean it don’t make no sense, And just cause you don’t like it, don’t mean it ain’t no good. The chip stains and grease will come out in the bath. Tired of being compared, to damn Britney Spears, She’s so pretty, that just ain’t me. In a French-ass restaurant Hurry up with my damn croissants. Creepin’ over, now his hand is on your shoulder. Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare “This is Major Tom to Ground Control I’m stepping through the door And I’m floating in the most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here am I sitting in my tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles I’m feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows.” Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear “And I’m floating around my tin can Far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do.” JED-E3 is what we first called him. Then it was “Jed,” But Jed’s system’s dead. Therefore, so’s Jed. We assembled him in the Kitchen, Made out of this and Made out of that and Whatever was at hand. When we finished Jed we were so proud. We celebrated, Congratulated, At what we’d created. Jed could run or walk, sing or talk, and Compile thoughts, and Solve lots of problems. We learned so much from him. A couple years went by and something happened. We gave Jed less attention. We had new inventions. We left for a convention. Jed had found our booze and drank every drop. He fizzled and popped, He rattled and knocked, Finally he just stopped.

Everybody wants to get busy, Counting money makes me fucking dizzy. Clogging on her wooden board, The tattooed girl took up her swords, And plunged them down Deep into the earth. When I find out all the reasons, Maybe I’ll find another way, Find another day, With all the changing seasons, of my life Maybe I’ll get it right next time, And now that you’ve been broken down, Got your head out of the clouds, You’re back down on the ground, And you don’t talk so loud, And you don’t walk so proud, Any more. Y te despiertas, Y entregas a la vida, Cuando comienzas una ilusión, Un día te encuetras, Y descubres la salida, Para que el mundo sea mejor. Can you feel it building, Like a wave the ocean just can’t control ? Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand, Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land? Will the sunshine, all sweetness and light, Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite. You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave. The sun will rise again, The earth will turn to sand, Creation’s colours seem to fade to grey, And you’ll see the sickly hands of time, Will write your final rhyme, And end a memory. Picnics in the garden, Then the children they can play, The first day of the summer and I laze here all the day, And we’ll invite the family round, And drink some English tea, Then I raise up my finger and watch football on TV. You give it away like free samples, But I don’t want what anyone can have, You got it, Damn right, you got it, So what? Keep it outta my face. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams, And fairy tales, That’s all she ever thinks about. I’ve seen so much, I’m going blind, And I’m brain-dead virtually. You said you read me like a book, But the pages all are torn and frayed. Climb the mountain with your fingertips, Right hand strumming while the left hand grips, Broken fingers turn to broken dreams, Nobody splits until the hag screams. A word in your ear, from father to son, Hear the word that I say, I fought with you, fought on your side, Long before you were born. Love is always around and you can look for it anywhere, When you feel that you’ve found it my advice is to take good care, Never use it as a selfish tool, Never ever be such a fool, Every feeling you’re showing, Is a boomerang you’re throwing. I thought you said I never could, Well I did, I did it right in front of your face. Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they’re certainly not showing, Any signs that they are slowing. Well you know, I never meant to hurt no one, But I got a knack for getting things undone, And I got a way of ruining your fun, All the time. Waiting to pick up the pieces, That make it all alright, But pieces of what, Pieces of what, Pieces of what, Doesn’t matter any more. Daily, Except for Sunday, You dawdle in to the café where you meet her each day, Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat, As twenty cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like you do. Looking out a dirty old window, Down below the cars in the city go rushing by, I sit here alone and I wonder why. But if I just block it all out and I never leave my house, I’ll have nothing to be nostalgic about, When I was younger I didn’t think about such things, To sit and whine about the passing time it just seemed, Completely pointless. So I watch.. and it occurs to me.. that for some reason their affections have changed.. and I can plainly see, that instead of the stuffed animal, the big ol’ bug is the new baby… now. Bring me a day full of honest work, And a roof that never leaks, I’ll be satisfied. Let me back, Let me back, I promise to be good, Don’t look in the mirror, At the face you don’t recognize, Help me call the doctor, Put me inside, Put me inside, Put me inside, Put me inside, Put me inside. 40,000 stars in the evening, Look at them fall from the sky, 40,000 reasons for living, 40,000 tears in your eyes. There’s blood in my mouth, ‘Cause I’ve been biting my tongue all week. Be my Spiderwoman, I’ll be your Spiderman. I can’t take too much loud music, I mean I like to play it, but I sure don’t like the racket. Noise, but I can’t hear anything, Just guitars screaming, screaming, screaming, Some guy screaming in a leather jacket. There’s a naked man standing, laughing in your dreams, You know who it is, But you don’t like what it means. There’s so much destruction, All over the world, And all you can do is, Complain about me. I was a small, fat child in a welfare house, There was only one thing I ever dreamed about, And fate has just handed it to me, Whoopee. You don’t like me, but you love me, Either way you’re wrong, You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone, You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone. You wrote a book about yourself, The people left it on the shelf, You’ll write another one, Now you’ve got a story that’s worth talking about. Washrooms smell, They could be cleaner, Stench of cigarettes, And stale urea, I love you all. I keep a wristwatch on this arm of mine, I keep my flies wide open all the time, And I shot a man in Tesco, Just to watch him die. And you were cold, tired and old as you’d ever looked that night. And we were warned, yeah, We were warned not to stay out too late, But some things were worth getting in trouble for. There was a time when there was nothing at all, Nothing at all, Just a distant hum. Compromise, Conformity, Assimilation, Submission, Ignorance, Hypocrisy, Brutality, The Elite. All of which are American dreams. You own the money, You control the witness, I hear you’re lonely, Don’t monkey with my business, You pay the profits to justify the reasons, I heard your promise but I don’t believe it, That’s why I’ll do it again. If you wrote me off I’d understand it, Because I’ve been on some other planet, So come pick me up… They’re turning kids into slaves, Just to make cheaper sneakers. But what’s the real cost? ‘Cause the sneakers don’t seem that much cheaper. I enjoy stealing. It’s just as simple as that. Now it’s time to leave you a preview, So you too can review what we do. If you wanna see me do my thing, Pull my string. Talking to you is like clapping with one hand. I listen to your demo tape and act like I don’t like it, Six months later, You hear your lyrics on my shit. Is something wrong ? she said. Of course there is. You’re still alive she said. Oh do I deserve to be? She might’ve let you hold her hand in school, But I’m a show you how to graduate. A room within a room, A door behind a door, Touch, Where do you lead? I need something more. With a hammer in the back and a foot on the ground, He was standing there when the heat came down, And there was a scuffle pushed into a fight, When death paid a visit on the thief that night. All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters, Sitting in the White House pulling their Peters Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street, The only cop with a rope chain when he’s walking the beat, Like a sneaky pouch time bomb ticking, Like the beat to my rhyme just kicking, Space cake cookie I discover who I am, I’m a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man. Everything from toy guns that spark to flesh coloured Christs that glow in the dark, It’s easy to see we got in too far and not much is really sacred. Your silent suffering little servants, Just an anonymous mass, We built your fortune, Built your fame, We’ll guard your status for another day. Once I rose above the noise and confusion, Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion, I was soaring ever higher, But I flew too high. Looking down the barrel of a hot metal 45, Just another way to survive. Table tennis rules, They're so confusing, It's not played by fools.