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Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Genres: Indie
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Artist: Cat Power
Album: Jukebox
Year: 2008
Genre: Indie

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Start spreading the news
I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting a way
I’ll make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up
In a city that never sleeps
And find I’m a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues
Are melting a way
I’m gonna make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

And… if I can make it there
I’m gonna make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York

(by Patsy Cline)

I’ve got your picture
That you gave to me
And it’s signed with love
Just like it used to be
The only thing different
The only thing new
I’ve got your picture
She’s got you

I’ve got the records
That we used to share
And they still sound the same
As when you were here
The only thing different
The only thing new
I’ve got the records
She’s got you

I’ve got your memory
Or has it got me?
I really don’t know
But I know it won’t let me be

I’ve got your class ring
That proved you cared
And it still looks the same
As when you gave it dear
The only thing different
The only thing new
I’ve got these little things
She’s got you

(by Roberta Flack)

Pintor nacido en mi tierra,
con el pincel extranjero,
pintor que sigues el rumbo,
de tantos pintores viejos.

Aunque la virgen sea blanca,
píntale angelitos negros,
que también se van al cielo,
todos los negritos buenos.

Pintor si pintas con amor,
¿por qué desprecias su color?,
si sabes que en el cielo,
también los quiere Dios.

Pintor de santos alcoba,
si tienes alma en el cuerpo,
por qué al pintar en tus cuadros,
te olvidaste de los negros.

Siempre que pintas iglesias,
pintas angelitos bellos,
pero nunca te acordaste,
de pintar un ángel negro

(by Nick Cave)

It’s up in the morning
And on the downs
Little white clouds
Like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin
Beats his wings
His throat it trembles
When he sings
For he is helpless before you
The happy hooded bluebells bow
And bend their heads all a-down
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream
At the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face
Comes shining through
And all
The morning glows anew
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still
The fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about the new-made leaves
For it is breathless without you
The fox chases the rabbit round
The rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenceless without you
The sky of daytime dies away
And all the earthly things
They stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
The blood in my veins
And the wind in my lungs
And I am breathless without you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face
Comes shining through
And all
The morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you

(by Moby Grape)

Would you let me walk down your street
Naked if I want to
Can I pop fireworks on the fourth of every single July
Can I buy an amplifier, oh, on time
My sweet time

Well I ain’t got no money
I will pay this time
And I ain’t got no money
But I will pay you before I die
And would you let me walk down your street
Naked if I want to
Can I pop fireworks on the fourth of every single July
Can I buy an aeroplane while i’m high in all the sky
And I got no mercy
I will pay this time
And I got no mercy
I will pay you before I die

(by Hot Boys)

What’s happening?
The Hot Boys got some feelings
They like to get off they chest
And if these niggaz
Feel like we feel, then y’all niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here

I feel like niggaz can’t fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil’ Wayne will burn yo block so quick
I feel Turk will be quiet and take yo shit
I feel Juve will catch you
Slipping and unload the tech
I feel a big ass helicopter on the set
Sometimes I don’t even know how I feel
But I feel if you hating shit goin’ get real
I feel like goin’ buy me a brand new car
I feel like the neighborhood superstar
I feel like goin’ buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin’ bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad cuz I fucked his bitch
I feel like this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we taking over the industry fo” sho
I feel like this bitin’
Wannabe soldiers already know
I feel like Fresh is the best at beats
I feel like when you hear this shit
You goin’ feel like me

Nigga fuck you
I feel just like you (3x)

You fucking with the B.G.
You fucking with the whole crew

I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me up
I feel like Look, I can’t be stopped
I feel like me and my click too hot
I feel like hitting the block with four niggaz
I feel like the whole CMB made niggaz
I feel like hitting the ho after this ”cert
I feel like niggaz can’t fuck with Juve
The B.G. and Turk
I feel like
We bout to blow up in this world
I feel like if I gotta hustle
I’mma sell some ?furl?
Sometimes I just feel like jumping shop
I feel if my rhyme got beat, I’mma ride
I feel if a nigga flex up I pop the ?tro?
I feel like I could a nigga ho if I want
I feel like just getting it how I live
I feel like respect my mind lemme feel how I feel

You fuck with Lil’ Turk
You fucking with the whole crew

I feel like I’mma lose my life for this
I feel like I’mma have to fight for this
I feel motherfuckers they goin’ say I’m wrong
I feel niggaz goin’ get buck when they hear my song
I feel like puttin’ 20’s on up in my car
I feel like taking these bitch niggaz to war
I feel I deserve me a platinum plaque
I feel I shouldn’t have to ask for that
I feel y’all hos know a nigga want here
I feel y’all bitches know I’m holding my dick
I feel y’all know I’m bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin’ to Texas for me some brick
I feel the policeman making me sick
I feel like the law don’t wanna see a nigga with shit
I feel like walking on my judgement now
I feel like on a budget now

Nigga I feel like that everything
I write somebody else will bite
I really think it’s the south fresh
Tracks they be tight
I just can’t explain
I feel like when 200 0 come it’ll be out my way
I feel like the Hot Boys them should be the president
I feel like burning up yo body to leave no evidence
I feel like money
Is the most important thing next to my seater
I feel like I should have
No bald head tramp up in my beamer
And I also feel that I’m also real
Ain’t no rollie like my rollie
Noone live like I live
And I, I feel that I’m one of a kind
I feel like niggaz call shot
But they ain’t got bitches like mine
I feel like tonight I’m goin’ ride, ride
And if you feel you goin’ die, die
Now baby, baby, baby what the deal
Respect my mind I’m just telling you how I feel

Blue
Songs are like tattoos
You know I’ve been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away

Hey blue
Here is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in

You’ve got to keep thinking
There’re so many sinking
You got to keep thinking
We can make it through these waves

Acid, booze and ass
Needles, guns and grass
Lots of laughs
Lots of laughs

Everybody’s saying that hell’s the hippest way to go out
I don’t think so
But I’m gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love, I love you
I love you

Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me
Blue
From me

A woman left lonely will soon grow tired of waiting,
She’ll do crazy things, yeah, on lonely occasions.
A simple conversation for the new men now and again
Makes a touchy situation when a good face come into your head.
And when she gets lonely, she’s thinking ‘bout her man,
She knows he’s taking her for granted, yeah yeah,
Honey, she doesn’t understand, no no no no!

Well, the fevers of the night, they burn an unloved woman
Yeah, those red-hot flames try to push old love aside.
A woman left lonely, she’s the victim of her man, yes she is.
When he can’t keep up his own way, good Lord,
She’s got to do the best that she can, yeah!
A woman left lonely, Lord, that lonely girl,
Lord, Lord, Lord!

Hush now, don’t explain
You’re the cause of all my
Trouble and pain
Unless you’re mad
Don’t explain

My love, my love, my love
Don’t explain
There is nothing within me now to gain
You know that I love you
Look at what loving has done
All my thoughts were real
And so sincere
I was so completely yours

You know I hear folks cha-cha-cha-chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong, that don’t matter
You’re here with me
Sit down, have a sit
It’s your time to feel the pain
It’s your time to weep
Don’t explain

Hush now, don’t explain
There is nothing within me now to gain
I’m gonna skip it instead
Don’t explain
Don’t explain