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from Philadelphia (필라델피아) by Howard Shore [ost] (1993)
Someone told me long ago there's a calm
before the storm I know it's been comin for sometime When it's over so they say it'll rain on a sunny day I know shinin down that water I wonna know have you ever seen the rain I wonna know have you ever seen the rain comin down on a sunny day Yesterday and the day before sun is cold and rain is hot I know it has not paid for all my time You're forever home and go through the circle of fast and slow I know it can't stop I wonder I wonna know have you ever seen the rain I wonna know have you ever seen the rain comin down on a sunny day |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
Well, I don't think I can handle this
A cloudy day in Metropolis I think I'll talk to my analyst I got it so bad for this little journalist It drives me up the wall and through the roof Lois and Clark in a telephone booth I think I'm going out of my brain I got it so bad for little miss Lois Lane Lois Lane please put me in your plan Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Super Man Come on downtown and stay with me tonight I got a pocket full of kryptonite He's Leaping buildings in a single bound I'm reading Shakespeare at my place downtown Come on downtown and make love to me I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see He's faster than a bullet, stronger than a train He's the one who got lucky got his cape around miss Lois Lane I can't believe my dilemma is real I'm competing with the man of steel |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
What time is it?
Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, Just early, early, early President, he sweat through his talcum News paper man, he watch like a falcon "Ah, look...daddy-o...sorry, Mr. President...where ya been?" Use a little english to doctor the spin What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, just early, early, early It's my bread and butter Ain't got no other It's on the TV The spin's on me... Ayatollah, he's hopping mad Jibber about some damn jihad Send me back to old Baghdad Spin Doctor its oh so sad What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, Just early, early, early It's my bread and butter Ain't got no other It's on the TV The spin's on me... |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout, Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong. Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong What'cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock 'n' roll songs? Other peoples' thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs Would it be so bad to simply turn around You cook so well, all nice and French You do you brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong... I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off I take that back I hope your doing fine And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong.... |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
Forty or fifty horses
Lying in a lot. Red raincoats and rifles, An epidemic has been stopped. Scientist speaks what are you wondering about? He got where he is by turning Lab mice inside out. The things we do And have to do The things I do for you And what you do for me too The "yeah, but I..." And any other excuse And if you take it for given Then what's the use All his possessions Around him in his house, Lying beside him his Companion and his spouse. And in the morning He dress and go to hell. All activated by A little timer bell. |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
Your heart is a refrigerator car
It's cold and it never waits Frozen breath and frostbite Stacked, unopen crates You never loved your frozen freight Perishables and bloodless meat You rolling snowball soul of sleet You never wait.... You roll across desert And clack across the sand Though snakes may fry outside Flowers crumble petrified in your hand Your heart's a paid-off porter You lied to spare your soul With one are you bow your brains out With the other you dig the hole You never loved your frozen freight...... Grey ice in your hinges Sliding doors shut frozen locked Airtight every tiny hole With hard white putty blocked You never loved your frozen freight..... |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
I know she got everything she wants
I know she got everything she needs I know she needs me more than she knows I know she got everything she wants I know she got everything she needs I know she needs me more than she knows She come on so sweet and kind I wonder if I'm on her mind She always turns away I know I'll get her...one of these days... I know she got everything she wants I know she got everything she needs I know she needs me more than she knows |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
One, two, princes kneel before you
(that's what I said, now) Princes, Princes who adore you (Just go ahead, now) One has diamonds in his pockets (that's some bread, now) This one, he wants to buy you rockets (Ain't in his head, now) This one, he got a princely racket (That's what I said, now) Got some big seal upon his jacket (Ain't in his head, now) Marry him, your father will condone you (how bout that, now) Marry me, your father will disown you (he'll eat his hat, now) Aww, marry him or marry me, I'm the one that loves you baby can't you see? Ain't got no future or a family tree, But I know what a prince and lover ought to be, I know what a prince and lover ought to be.... Said, if you want to call me baby (Just go ahead, now) An' if you want to tell me maybe (Just go ahead, now) If you wanna buy me flowers (Just go ahead, now) And if you want to talk for hours (Just go ahead, now) |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
* I've been thinking lately how to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it feels alright I've gotten rid of expectations that I used to have And we don't get along and it really ain't so(that) bad * ** Somewhere in between the blue +(-->and) the red "This is temporary" is(that's) all she said Someday things may be a little better than before All these memories(mysteries) and (that) knocking at my door ** Alone in my room I lay awake and dream I'm sleeping half awake I got to try to explain That I don't need your love and it means this much to me I don't need your love woman won't you see ** repeat ** She must not realize what this means to me I figured out her disguise Hey, mama, I'm not dreaming (She's way off reality) * repeat * ** repeat ** |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
I'm quite contented to take my chances
Against the Guildensterns and Rosencrantses It's a matter of Cain and Abel And I can feel your knee underneath the table CHORUS He doesn't dangle by the seraphim He only wants a pretty face by him so How could you want him when you know you could have me See the pigeons peck and peck to pay the dues They peck a little extra to re-sole their shoes He's with the pigeons pecking crumbs I'm on my death bed bleeding with the cherubim CHORUS Ferocious angels send us falling stars But I know just how dangerous wishes are Ferocious angels watch me come and go But I'm not too smart to go barging off of roof tops thanx Sit out September on the windowsill Cause you can't drink wine from a two dollar bill Saint Christopher lives on the end of the quill Leave him a diamond in your last will CHORUS |
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from Spin Doctors - Pocket Full Of Kryptonite (1991)
Moonlight through the chickenwire humming window pane
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drane Big towns in need of mending, streetlights shake toothsome beams Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams Different strokes for different folks so Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes It's a dumbell curve you're trying to tally All the way down to Shinbone Alley Streets are metaccarpal and flesh of asphalt calm Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes Sullen winter sparrow lands wing to expanse of grey Six-thirty-two in the morning on Thanksgiving day And the bums they hit the corners The thunderkids rub their money And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zig zagging Down to the greet Jones CHORUS Seventy-two on the sour day, your barefeet sweep the parquet And the light susprey white slanting past the microwave Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table Spend the day gazing from your winter gable |
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