This song tells the story about a woman who kills herself. Her ghost comes back to the house where her husband still lives. She starts closing and opening doors and windows: "I hear a creaking through the door, I see you seeping through the floor." She is trying to tell him that she is sorry. He tells her that he wants to move on with his life: "It's not easy asking you to leave."
Dear friends of this academy Romeo is bleeding to death To see a friend bleed to death, what for Some kind of metaphor that I can't see? So I'll drink until I see it.
This sky will make me sick So I'll give up on you I'll give up on this This sky will make me sick So I'll give up on this I'll give up on you
Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for the last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your History is mine
So you want to hold me up and bring me down Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down I don't care for your sweet scent Or the way you want me more than I want you I don't care for your sweet scent Or the way you want me more than I want you
Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for the last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine
Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for the last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine
It's all mine
Writer/s: MIRANDA ELEANOR DE FONBRUNE COOPER, BRIAN THOMAS HIGGINS, LISA COWLING, TIM ELLIOT LARCOMBE, SHAWN LEE MAHAN, JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAVE, NADINE COYLE, SARAH HARDING, KIMBERLEY WALSH, NICOLA ROBERTS, CHERYL TWEEDY Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
History
This song is about the impact on the band's own communities in Wales during the miner strikes in the 1980s.
This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac White tees, Nike's, gangstas don't know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floating on chrome Chokin' on that home-grown They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Thinkin' I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what fo'? Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh
Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin' ball Steel spoke honey spoke, wood-grain,armor all Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em red bones Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Wishin' I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what fo'? Shawty can't handle this, Ciara got that fire like
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh
Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin' down in a different color whip (whip, whip) Picture perfect, you might want to take a flick flick flick flick flick Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles 'cause we got another hit (hit, hit) Want to go platinum? I'm who you should get get get get get Ludacris on the track, get back trick, switch on the 'Lac, I'm flexing steel Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cause Ciara got sex appeal And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinning on stainless wheels Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel Trunk-rattlin' what's happenin', huh? I don't even think I need to speed Bass-travelin', face-crackilin' huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty south we ballin' dog And never think about fallin dog Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, running back cause the song is called
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh
Writer/s: CIARA HARRIS, ANDRE HARRIS, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, DON CARLOS PRICE, BALEWA MUHAMMED, VIDAL DAVIS Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Oh
In this song, Ciara sings the praises of her hometown of Atlanta. Ludacris, who raps on the song, is also from Atlanta.
This was part of the "Crunk n' B" sound coming out of the US. Ciara, who was enjoying a high-profile relationship with rapper Bow Wow at the time, was marketed as "The Princess of Crunk."
Dre & Vidal, who are the production team of Andre Harris and Vidal Davis, produced this track. Showing an affinity for 2-letter titles, they also worked on Chris Brown's "Yo (Excuse Me Miss)."
It's these substandard motels On the corner of 4th and Freemont Street Appealing, only because they're just that unappealing Any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering The rooms have a hint of asbestos And maybe just a dash of formaldehyde And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie She's getting a job at the firm come Monday The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money A wonderful caricature of intimacy
And not to mention, the constable And his proposition, for that virgin Yes, the one the lawyer met with on strictly business As he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before, after he had left She was fixing her face in a compact There was a terrible crash Between her and the badge She spilled her purse and her bag And held a "purse" of a different kind Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things
Writer/s: BRENDON URIE, BRENT WILSON, GEORGE ROSS, RYAN ROSS, SPENCER SMITH Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
This song follows a girl who sleeps around to get what she wants in life. It is also about deceit: A lawyer tells his good friend the constable about this "Virgin," who sleeps with the constable to get a job at the firm. He is cheating on his wife with said virgin, and even takes his wife's purse and replaces it with one of another color, presumably to pay for the sex.
The lyrics, "There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses, it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses, at the shade of the sheets before all the stains, and a few more of your least favorite things" refer to the song "My Favorite Things" as sung by Julie Andrews' character (a nun) in The Sound of Music.
"Build god and then we'll talk" is a quote from Chuck Palahniuk's book Choke. Panic has drawn inspiration for many of their song titles from his books.
Considered by many to be a song in favor of suicide, according to Catman Cohen the song is an anthem for rescue workers who would rather die young and violently in defense of a child than old and miserable in a hospital. When suicide websites created by young teenagers began appearing on the internet in which the song was featured, Catman Cohen was forced to issue a press release denouncing those who adopted the song as a pro-suicide mantra.
Singer Amy Court found the song to be "creepy" but, nevertheless, was persuaded to perform in it.
Producer Henry Iglesias wanted to sing the entire song but Catman Cohen felt that his own bullfrog vocals would add edge to the piece.
Jonathan Joffe, who directed the music video for the song, found it to be so disturbing that he said he would have to wait at least a year before he could listen to it again.
It would appear that male pattern Baldness has set in His hair, at an alarming pace Running away from his face He's losing his virility And now his masculinity Has been compromised And his libido down-sized
Not for me, not for me, not for me, uh-uh Not for me, not for me, heaven forbid It's not for me you understand
Bald, slap headed and hairless Bald he is destined to be Bald, well tonight thank God it's him instead of me.
From what I have been reading His scalp needs kneading To stimulate each follicle And reverse this diabolical Condition that's afflicted he For years and has cruelly Repulsed each potential mate And left him with a balding pate
Not for me, not for me, not for me, uh-uh Not for me, not for me, heaven forbid It's not for me you understand
Bald, slap headed and hairless Bald he is destined to be Bald, well tonight thank God it's him instead of me.
Sock it to me baby, yeah!
Not for me, not for me, not for me, uh-uh Not for me, not for me, heaven forbid It's not for me you understand
Not for me, not for me, not for me, uh-uh Not for me, not for me, heaven forbid It's not for me you understand
Bald, slap headed and hairless Bald he is destined to be Bald, well tonight thank God it's him instead of me. Thank God!
Bald, slap headed and hairless Bald he is destined to be Bald, well tonight thank God it's him instead of me. How?
Writer/s: DANIEL FRANCIS HAWKINS, EDWIN JAMES GRAHAM, FRANCIS GILLES POULLAIN-PATTERSON, JUSTIN DAVID HAWKINS Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Bald
The line, "Well tonight thank god it's him instead of me" is directed at Bono, the lead singer of U2. In the 1984, Band Aid song "Do They Know It's Christmas?," Bono sang the infamous line, "Well tonight thank god it's them instead of you." At the time One Way Ticket To Hell And Back was being recorded, lead singer Justin Hawkins and Bono quarreled after Bono gave Hawkins permission to sing his line in the remake of 'Do They Know It's Christmas" because Hawkins said Bono's voice was shaky after hearing him re-sing the line. Bono got upset and maintained that Hawkins stole the line from him and they have clashed ever since. Hawkins thought it would be funny to manipulate Bono's infamous line to deride him in song or possibly even write an entire song about his impending hair loss.
Walls are closing Anxiously Channel surfing Frantically
Burning City Smoke and fire Planes, we're certain. Faith inspired?
No clues A complete surprise Who'll be Coming home tonight?
Heads all turning Towards the sky Towers crumble Heroes die
Who would wish this On our people? And proclaim That His will be done Scriptures they heed have misled them All praise their Sacrificed Sons All praise their sacrificed sons
Teach them What to think and feel Your ways So enlightening
Words they preach I can't relate If God's true Love Are acts of Hate
Who would wish this On our people? And proclaim That His will be done Scriptures they heed have misled them All praise their sacrificed sons All praise their sacrificed sons
God on high Our mistake Will mankind be extinct? There's no time to waste Who serves the truth For Heaven's sake?
Writer/s: JOHN MYUNG, JOHN PETRUCCI, JOHN RO MYUNG, JORDAN RUDESS, JORDAN CHARLES RUDESS, KEVIN JAMES LABRIE, KEVIN JAMES LA BRIE, MICHAEL PORTNOY Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Sacrificed Sons
This song was written as a reflection on the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on New York City. At the beginning you hear clips from news coverage of the event.
Let me know that I've done wrong When I've known this all along I go around a time or two Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away Find out games you don't wanna play You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my Dirty Little Secret (Dirty little secret) Don't tell anyone, or you'll be just another regret (Just another regret, hope that you can keep it) My dirty little secret
Who has to know When we live such fragile lives? It's the best way we survive I go around a time or two Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away Find out games you don't wanna play You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret (Dirty little secret) Don't tell anyone, or you'll be just another regret (Just another regret, hope that you can keep it) My dirty little secret
Who has to know The way she feels inside (inside)? Those thoughts I can't deny (deny) These sleeping thoughts won't lie (won't lie) And all I've tried to hide It's eating me apart Trace this life out
I'll keep you my dirty little secret (Dirty little secret) Don't tell anyone, or you'll be just another regret (Just another regret)
I'll keep you my dirty little secret (Dirty little secret) Don't tell anyone, or you'll be just another regret (Just another regret, hope that you can keep it) My dirty little secret
Dirty little secret Dirty little secret
Who has to know? Who has to know?
Writer/s: NICK WHEELER, TYSON RITTER Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Dirty Little Secret
This song is about all those little secrets you keep inside. The dirty little secret for The All-American Rejects songwriters Tyson Ritter and Nick Wheeler at this time was that they were both in happy, long-term relationships with their girlfriends. This meant that Ritter (the lyricist), had to concoct some histrionics. In our 2012 interview with Nick Wheeler, he said, "We come from a small town, and until now we've both had steady relationships. So, you know, sometimes there's not enough drama or turmoil to write about, so he simply writes stories. And that's where the lyrics come from." (Here's the full interview with Nick Wheeler .)
The video featured postcards sent to the website Postsecret.com. The site encourages people to mail in clever, anonymous postcards containing a secret. The best of the bunch are posted on the site, with some captivating results. The All-American Rejects made a charitable donation in exchange for use of the postcards.
Nick Wheeler told as that some of The All-American Rejects' hits are songs they have been "scared of" during the writing process, since the tracks sound like they could be disastrous. The band is big on experimentation, and when they come across a sound that is not typical, they're not always sure if it's a terrible idea or a huge hit. Said Wheeler: "'Dirty Little Secret' was just an acoustic guitar and a vocal, that's all it was. We put off getting the full band in and coming up with the arrangement until the very last second. We were literally less than a week away from going into the studio, and we all four started jamming and tossing out ideas. We had the arrangement down within an hour and that was that. We ended up recording it and couldn't get the motherf--king thing out of our heads. So it turned out to be a good thing."
This song was featured in a the movies John Tucker Must Die, She's The Man and Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo. The plot lines of all these movies revolve around a secret of some kind.
Here we are again with handguns for hearts They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart Nothing to hold. I'll hope to lead it Our demise has been completed now Nowhere left to go but
Down, the flames of hell they give me hope I drowned in oceans of this tragic part of Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the Sound of children wishing they were safely underground
We are the walking burned, we hold this close to our arms We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky scars Tried to get by on bread and water Craving blood poured from the alter now Not much left to do but
Drown in flames of miscommunication Down and out and often in search for someone Proud to translate what we truly dream About, as we lay in this bed thinking out loud
? In my broken telepathy For I'm left with nothing but this Bloodless river bank, West Memphis Please, may you start praying for me
Down, the flames of hell they give me hope I drowned in oceans of this tragic part of Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the Sound of children wishing they were safely underground
Writer/s: DANIEL MICHAEL ANDRIANO, DEREK R. GRANT, MATTHEW THOMAS SKIBA Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
This song is about The West Memphis 3. They were 3 men from West Memphis, Arkansas named Damien Echols, Jessie Misskelley and Jason Baldwin, who were tried and convicted for the triple homicide of 3 8-year old boys from the Robin Hood Hills in West Memphis. The victims, Steve Branch, Christopher Byers and Michael Moore were reported missing on May 5 1993. The alleged ringleader Damien Echols was sentenced to death, while Misskelley and Baldwin were sentenced to life in prison (Baldwin without the possibility of parole). It is widely believed that the 3 were wrongfully convicted of the triple homicide, seeing as the investigation was plagued by negligent police officers who failed to secure the crime scene and stored evidence in grocery bags. The trial also lacked any physical evidence and presented the facts that the 3 men liked heavy metal music and that Echols had an interest in Wicca as evidence against them. The trial was documented in the movie Paradise Lost, and several famous personalties have pushed for a retrial.
Midnight workings weather down the story line I try to find the truth between all the lies When Bleeding is feeling and feeling ain't real Will I see you when I open my eyes? Will I see you when I open my eyes?
When Breathing's a burden we all have to bear And trust is one thing we're taught never to share Somehow you just seem to shine When loving means breaking and saying goodbye
And I can't help but Wonder what it is you do You help heal the pain, and the thoughts of the truth You're a question to the universe, a wonder to the world And somehow, when I'm with you, I never get burned
Caught in a trap of what we're taught to believe When night overcomes day, life's so hard to perceive And the clock keeps on ticking through night-shattered skies Where the stars are all broken, and so are all the ties But the one thing remaining is you When I'm broken and bleeding, you pull me right through
And I can't help but wonder what it is you do When you help heal the pain, and the thoughts of the truth You're a question to the universe, a wonder to the world And somehow, when I'm with you there's nothing I'd rather do Than be right there To escape my own life and all my fear And I cant feel Am I really real?
Come and wipe all my tears Come and wipe all my tears
And I can't help but wonder what it is you do You help heal the pain, and the thoughts of the truth You're a question to the universe, a wonder to the world And somehow, when I'm with you... I can't help but wonder what it is you do You help heal the pain, and the thoughts of the truth You're a question to the universe, a wonder to the world And somehow, when I'm with you, I never get burned
Writer/s: MEGAN RUDLOFF, WILLIE JR BAKER Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir One Music, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Wonder
McCauley explained: "I wrote this song for a friend of mine. All of a sudden I was laying there one night and thought the first line has to capture everything. I was staring at the clock and it was midnight, and I wrote, 'Midnight workings, weather down the storyline, I try to find the truth between all the lies' and it all seemed to work."
This was featured on the soundtrack to the 2005 movie Elektra.
It's a non-stop disco Bet you it's Nabisco Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Bet you it's Nabisco Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Betcha didn't know Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know.
It's a non-stop disco Bet you it's Nabisco Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Bet you it's Nabisco Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Betcha didn't know Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know
It's a Violent Pornography! Choking chicks and sodomy! The kinda shit you get on your TV! It's a violent pornography! Choking chicks and sodomy! The kinda shit you get on your TV!
It's a non-stop disco Bet you it's Nabisco Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Bet you it's Nabisco Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Betcha didn't know Betcha didn't know It's a non-stop disco Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know
It's a violent pornography! Choking chicks and sodomy! The kinda shit you get on your TV! It's a violent pornography! Choking chicks and sodomy! The kinda shit that's on your TV!
It's a violent pornography! Choking chicks and sodomy! The kinda shit that's on your TV! It's on the TV. Fuck. Turn off the TV.
Can you say "brainwashing?" It's a non-stop disco.
Writer/s: DARON MALAKIAN, SERJ TANKIAN Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Violent Pornography
This contains similar themes to System Of A Down song "Vicinity Of Obscenity," but is more in depth and attacks television as a main source of distribution. Violent pornography is a new trend, especially in Internet porn. There are multiple web sites dedicated to it, and if you actually watch this material you can see how misguided, drugged-up, lied to, and manipulated the "actresses" really are. It delivers the same affect to the opposite gender; a false view of women.
The song implies that organized religion, our food supply, the force feeding of entertainment (in a restaurant - play music, in an office - feed em' magazines, in your house blare the TV, fill the mailbox with crap; fill your mind with crap), is all intended to prevent you from having a relationship with God and knowing the truth; that your life has a purpose above obtaining material goods. That there is a force out there with the intention of controlling your mind.
Oh I woke up tonight I said I've gotta make somebody love me I've gotta make somebody love me And now I know now I know now I know that it's you Lucky lucky you're so lucky
Well do ya? do ya do ya want to? Well do ya? do ya do ya want to? Want to go where I've never let you before
Well do ya? do ya do ya want to? Well do ya? do ya do ya want to? Want to go where I've never let you before?
Well he's a friend and we're so proud of you He's a friend and I knew him before you Oh yeah
Well he's a friend and we're so proud of you He's a friend and I knew him before you Your famous friend and I blew him before you Oh yeah
Well do ya? do ya do ya want to? Well do ya? do ya do ya want to? Want to go where I've never let you before?
Well here we are at the transmission party I love your friends they're all so arty Oh yeah
Oh I when woke up tonight I said I've gotta make somebody love me I've gotta make somebody love me And now I know now I know now I know that it's you Lucky lucky, you're so lucky
Well do ya? do ya do ya want to? Well do ya? do ya do ya want to? Want to go where I've never let you before?
Lucky lucky, you're so lucky [Repeat: x6] Yeah
Writer/s: ALEXANDER PAUL KAPRANOS HUNTLEY, NICHOLAS JOHN MCCARTHY, PAUL ROBERT THOMPSON, ROBERT HARDY Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
This song was written as somewhat of a joke after Alex Kapranos came home from a party one night where people were yelling the most ridiculous and profane things to each other. The lyrics are basically some things that he heard different women shouting at him over the noise of the party.
This song was used as the ending theme to Paradise Kiss, an anime series.
Walk that crooked line, I see you try to beat the one step Into the middle of the circle,
Try and try you ask me to answer, All the time I gave you a reason, (Why?) You want me to show you, (Why?) Ask again, Ask again, (Then you'll see)
Why, I wanna feel the same as you, (Ask again) (Ask again) (And I'll show you) The circle's broken down, (I don't care if you blame me)
I don't care if you hate me, I don't care if you trust me, I don't care if you blame me, (Now the circle is broken)
(Ah, I can feel you) Scream at the thought of my name, (Stop) Walking around talking shit again, Will you remember my face when, (I reach out and touch you)
(You'll know) Why, I'll never be the same as you (Ask again) (Is it in you fuck?) The circle's broken down, (I don't care if you blame me)
I don't care if you hate me, I don't care if you trust me, I don't care if you blame me, (Now the circle is broken)
(Ah, Now it's my turn) The circle's broken down, (The circle is broken)
I don't care if you hate me, I don't care if you trust me, (Next) I don't care if you blame me, (I just don't give a shit)
Writer/s: KEN ROSE Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
This song sounds like it's about Clint Lowery leaving the band to join Dark New Day. Lyrics that indicate this are "Now the circle has broken" and "The circle's broken down." Clint was a founding member of the band.
It was just another story written on the second page Underneath the Tiger's football score It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age They found him face down on his bedroom floor There'll be services on Friday at the Lawrence Funeral Home Then out on Mooresville highway, they'll lay him 'neath a stone... How Do You Get That Lonely, how do you hurt that bad To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all Is better than the life that you had How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go How do you get that lonely... and nobody know Did his girlfriend break up with him, did he buy or steal that gun? Did he lose a fight with drugs or alcohol? Did his Mom and Daddy forget to say I love you son? Did no one see the writing on the wall? I'm not blamin' anybody, we all do the best we can I know hindsight's 20/20, but I still don't understand... How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all Is better than the life that you had How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go How do you get that lonely... and nobody know It was just another story printed on the second page Underneath the Tiger's football score...
Writer/s: RORY LEE FEEK, BLAINE LARSEN, KELLEY LOVELACE Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MM, Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
How Do You Get That Lonely
This song was written by Rory Lee Feek and Jamie Teachener after Rory got a call from his daughter's school. They told Rory his daughter wanted to come home because her friend's boyfriend killed himself, and they found the body that morning.
A few years after this song was released, Rory started recording with his wife as Joey + Rory. They recorded "Album Number Two," which Rory wrote for Larsen, but was rejected. Another one Rory wrote that Larsen turned down was "A Little More Country Than That," which Easton Corbin recorded in 2009.
I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
Girl, you know you got me, got me With your pistol shot me, shot me And I'm here helplessly In love and nothing can stop me You can't stop me 'cause once I start it Can't return me once you bought it I'm coming baby, don't got it (don't make me wait) So let's be about it
No, no, no, no Don't phunk with my heart
Baby, have some trustin', trustin' When I come in lustin', lustin' Cause I bring you that comfort I ain't only here cause I want ya body I want your mind too Interestin's what I find you And I'm interested in the long haul Come on girl (yee-haw)
(Come on)
I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
No, no, no, no Don't phunk with my heart
Girl, you had me, once you kissed me My love for you is not iffy I always want you with me I'll play Bobby and you'll play Whitney If you smoke, I'll smoke too That's how much I'm in love with you Crazy is what crazy do Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool
No, no, no, no Don't phunk with my heart
Why are you so insecure When you got passion and love her You always claimin' I'm a cheater Think I'd up and go leave ya For another señorita You forgot that I need ya You must've caught amnesia That's why you don't believe
(Uh, yeah, check it out)
Don't you worry about a thing, baby Cause you know you got me by a string, baby Don't you worry about a thing, baby Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Baby girl, you make me feel You know you make me feel so real I love you more than sex appeal (Cause you're)
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
No, no, no, no Don't phunk with my heart No, no, no, no Don't phunk with my heart
I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
Don't you worry about a thing, baby Cause you know you got me by a string, baby Don't you worry about a thing, baby Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Writer/s: WILL ADAMS, GEORGE JR PAJON, STACY FERGUSON, PRINTZ BOARD, PAUL GEORGE, LUCIEN GEORGE, BRIAN GEORGE, CURTIS BEDEAU, GERARD CHARLES, HUGH CLARKE, KALYANJI ANANDJI, CLEVELAND BELL, VICTOR MAY Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, MUSICWORKS INTERNATIONAL Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Don't Phunk With My Heart
The "That-that-that-that girl" part is sampled from the 1988 song "Sally (That Girl)" by Gucci Crew II. The "I wonder if I take you home" part comes from the 1985 song "I Wonder If I Take You Home," which was the first hit for Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam.
Lyrically, this song mimics the theme of "I Wonder If I Take You Home," which finds a girl (in this case, Fergie), trying to decide if the guy she likes will respect her and stay with her if she sleeps with him.
The beginning sample of the music was copied from a song used in a 1978 Bollywood (the Indian version of Hollywood) movie called Don.
Some radio stations play an edited version: "Don't Mess With My Heart."
This won the 2005 Grammy for Best Rap Performance By A Duo Or Group; it was the Black Eyed Peas' second Grammy.
(Don't Forget About Us) Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go No baby, no baby, no baby no Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go My baby boy
Just let it die With no goodbyes Details don't matter We both paid the price Tears in my eyes You know sometimes It'd be like that baby
Now every time I see you I pretend I'm fine When I wanna reach out to you But I turn and I walk and I let it ride Baby I must confess We were bigger than anything Remember us at our best And don't forget about
Late nights, playin' in the dark And wakin' up inside my arms Boy, you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us
Oh they say That you're in a new relationship But we both know Nothing comes close to What we had, it perseveres That we both can't forget it How good we used to get it
There's only one me and you And how we used to shine No matter what you go through We are one, that's a fact That you can't deny So baby we just can't let The fire pass us by Forever we'd both regret So don't forget about
Late nights, playin' in the dark And wakin' up inside my arms Boy, you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us
And if she's got your head all messed up now That's the trickery She'll wanna have like you know how this lovin' used to be I bet she can't do like me She'll never be M-C
Baby don't you, don't you forget about us Late nights, playin' in the dark And wakin' up inside my arms Boy, you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us
Late nights, playin' in the dark And wakin' up inside my arms Boy, you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us
Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go No baby, no baby, no baby no Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go
When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us.
Writer/s: JOHNATA M AUSTIN, MARIAH CAREY, BRYAN MICHAEL PAUL COX, JERMAINE DUPRI Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Don't Forget About Us
In this song, Mariah sings about a relationship that didn't work out. Unlike "We Belong Together," which was a huge hit from the album, she sounds confident instead of heartbroken. She makes sure her ex remembers the true love they had and reminds him that his new girl will never be her.
This was Mariah Carey's 17th American #1 song, putting Carey into a tie for second place with Elvis Presley among artists with the most #1 hits in the Rock era in the US, behind the Beatles' 20.
I can't really explain it I haven't got the words It's a feeling that you can't control I suppose its like forgetting, Losing who you are, And at the same time, Something makes you whole, Its like that there's a music, Playing in your ear, And I'm listening, and I'm listening And then I disappear
And then I feel a change Like a fire deep inside Something bursting me wide open Impossible to hide
And suddenly I'm flying Flying like a bird Like Electricity Electricity Sparks inside of me And I'm free, I'm free
It's a bit like being angry, It's a bit like being scared, Confused and all mixed up, And mad as hell, It's like when you've been crying, And you're empty, and you're full, I don't know what it is, It's hard to tell,
Its like that there's some music, Playing in your ear, But the music, Is impossible, Impossible to hear,
But then I feel it move me, Like a burning deep inside, Something bursting me wide open Impossible to hide
Then suddenly I'm flying Flying like a bird Like electricity Electricity Sparks inside of me And I'm free, I'm free
Electricity Sparks inside of me And I'm free, I'm free Oh oh whoa. I'm free.
Writer/s: ELTON JOHN, LEE HALL Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Electricity
Elton wrote this for the 2005 stage production of Billy Elliot, which was based on the 2000 movie. Elton wrote the score for the play.
This song benefited from some clever marketing. Over 75% of the sales were downloads, thanks to an Elton John competition where fans sent text message their answers and received a download of the track, which counted towards the song's chart position.
Elton's 1971 song "Indian Sunset," which was sampled on 2Pac's "Ghetto Gospel," was released as the B-side.
Billy Elliot claimed a record-tying 15 nominations at the 2009 Tony Awards, matching that of The Producers) and 10 Awards, including Best Musical. Elton John performed this song live to open the Tony Awards ceremony.
I was six years old When my parents ran away I was stuck inside a broken life I couldn't wish away She was beautiful She had everything and more And my escape was hiding out and running for the door
Somebody listen please It used to be so hard being me Living in the Shadow Of someone else's dream Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me Living in a nightmare A never-ending sleep But now that I am wide awake My chains are finally free Don't feel sorry for me
All the days collided One less perfect than the next I was stuck inside someone else's life and always second best Oh, I love you now 'cause now I realize That it's safe outside to come alive in my identity
So if you're listening There's so much more to me you haven't seen Living in the shadow Of someone else's dream Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me Living in a nightmare A never-ending sleep But now that I am wide awake Then I can finally see Don't feel sorry for me
Mother, sister, father, sister, mother Everything's cool now Mother, sister, father, sister, mother Everything's cool now Oh, my life is good I've got more than anyone should Oh, my life is good And the past in the past
I was living in the shadow Of someone else's dream Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me I'm living in a new day I'm living it for me And now that I am wide awake Then I can finally be Don't feel sorry for me Don't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me Don't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me
Living in, living in, living in the shadow Living in, living in, living in a new day
Writer/s: ASHLEE SIMPSON, KARA DIOGUARDI, JOHN SHANKS Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Shadow
Simpson wrote the lyrics about living in the shadow of her older sister Jessica. On her appearance on Live With Regis And Kelly, Simpson said: "It's really about dealing with myself and dealing with the voice in your head that's like, 'Oh, everything has to be so perfect, and I have to be like this,' and finding my identity and saying, 'OK, you know, this is who I am, you know, imperfections and all, and I love myself for me, and here I am.'"
Whatcha been doin'? Whatcha been doin? Whoa, Whoa, Haven't seen ya 'round,
How you been feelin'? How you been feelin'? Whoa, whoa, Don't you bring me down,
All that stuff about me, Being with him, Can't believe, All the lies that you told, Just to ease your own soul, But I'm bigger than that, No, you don't have my back, No, No, HA
[Chorus]
Hey, how long till the music drowns you out? Don't put words up in my mouth, I didn't steal your Boyfriend, Hey, how long till you face what's goin' on, Cause you really got it wrong, I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Well I'm sorry, That he called me, And that I answered the telephone, Don't be worried, I'm not with him, And when I go out tonight, I'm going home alone, Just got back from my tour, I'm a mess girl for sure, All I want is some fun, Guess that I'd better run, Hollywood sucks you in, But it won't spit me out, Whoa Whoa, HA
[Chorus]
Hey, how long till the music drowns you out? Don't put words up in my mouth, I didn't steal your boyfriend, Hey, how long till you face what's going on? Cause you really got it wrong, I didn't steal your boyfriend, Hey, how long till you look at your own life, Instead of looking into mine, I didn't steal your boyfriend, Hey, how long till you're leaving me alone, Don't you got somewhere to go? I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Whoa, whoa, whoa ha Whoa, whoa, whoa ha
Please stop telling all your friends, I'm getting sick of them, Always staring at me like I took him from ya'
[Chorus]
Hey, how long till the music drowns you out? Don't put words up in my mouth, I didn't steal your boyfriend, Hey, how long till you face what's going on? Cause you really got it wrong, I didn't steal your boyfriend, Hey, how long till you look at your own life, Instead of looking into mine, I didn't steal your boyfriend, Hey, how long till you're leaving me alone, Don't you got somewhere to go? I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ha, Whoa, I didn't steal your boyfriend, Whoa, whoa, whoa, ha, Whoa, I didn't steal your boyfriend
Writer/s: KARA DIOGUARDI, JOHN SHANKS, ASHLEE SIMPSON Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Boyfriend
The lyrics of the song consist of Simpson insisting to another girl that "You really got it wrong, I didn't steal your boyfriend." Simpson has denied rumors that the song refers to an alleged relationship with actor Wilmer Valderrama, ex-boyfriend of Lindsay Lohan, saying It's a song making fun of how every girl out there sometimes thinks you stole her boyfriend.
The video starts off with police pursuing Simpson in a car chase. Eventually she evades them and reaches a junkyard, where she and her band perform the song before a crowd of young people. At the end of the video Simpson jumps into the arms of Efren Ramirez (who plays "Pedro" in the movie Napoleon Dynamite) and he carries her away.
Ashlee Simpson told Associated Content about this song: "It's about taking something real life and making fun of it, making it fun. There was some Hollywood drama a couple years ago and I just to hell with it and wrote about what was going on."
Sólo tú sabes bien quien soy Y por eso es tuyo mà corazón Sólo tú doblas mi razón Y por eso a donde tú quieras voy
No creo que el mar algún dÃa Pierda el sabor a sal No creo en mi todavÃa No creo en el azar
Sólo creo en tu sonrisa azul En tu mirada de cristal En los besos que me das Y en todo lo que digas
Sólo tú sabes bien quien soy Y por eso es tuyo mi corazón Sólo tú doblas mi razón Y por eso a donde tú quieras voy Si hablo demasiado No dejes de lado Que nadie más te amará asà Como lo hago yo
No creo en Venus ni en Marte No creo en Carlos Marx No creo en Jean Paul Sartre No creo en Brian Weiss
Sólo creo en tu sonrisa azul En tu mirada de cristal En los besos que me das Y hablen lo que hablen
Quiero ser tu firmamento De tu boca una canción De tus alas siempre ser el viento
Tu terrón de sal Un rayo de sol Que a donde digas que tú Quieras que yo vaya voy Eres mi desliz, mi paÃs feliz Mi primavera Mi escalera al cielo si Por eso sigo aquà y camino Contigo a tà nunca podrÃa decirte que no
Sólo tú sabes bien quien soy Y por eso es tuyo mi corazón Sólo tú doblas mi razón Y por eso a donde tú quieras voy
Tu terrón de sal Un rayo de sol Que a donde digas que tú quieres Que yo vaya voy Eres mi desliz, mi paÃs feliz Mi primavera Mi escalera al cielo
Si hablo demasiado No dejes de lado Que nadie más te amará asà Como lo hago
Writer/s: SHAKIRA MEBARAK, LUIS FERNANDO OCHOA Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
No
This song is about a woman trying to show her boyfriend that she cannot go back to him, and that breaking up is best for both of them.
