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I'm Loving It
04:08
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I'm Loving It
What do you love?
What the —
What dya think you’re doing?!
I’m lovin’ it, I’m lovin’ it, I’m really lovin’ it!
Yeah everybody here got that one true God (and they’re lovin’ it)
All the hocuspocus through the keyhole of laudanum (ah we love it)
Shouting at his sweetheart, heads’re gonna roll
She screams back at him you’re a loser and a troll (yeah she loves it)
You worship the demon
He comes back on you
You think you got the power and the spirit too
But I’m lovin’ it
Oh I’m lovin’ it, everyone druggin’ it, everybody’s sluggin’ it
Everybody here got the best in the land, so they believe
Some believe it’s right here in their right hand, leave it to Beave
His mama left him, she’s the nurse up on the hill
Tryin’ to get her attention he’s gulpin’ down all her pills
You mock the demon, he’s gonna take his toll
Everybody got that beerhall rock ’n' roll
Everybody’s goal is a huge bank roll
I’m sick of it — I mean, I love it!
Hey anybody here got that lover in a box?
Don’t nobody hear the ticking of the clock?
She sets herself on fire, the neighbors call the cops (‘cause they love it!)
He headbangs in the kitchen dancin’ with the mop
You mock the demon
You call him Walt Disney
We’re screwed collectively
See what happened down in DC
This ain’t no comedy on the TV
Hey man, you can shove it
I’M LOVIN’ IT!!!!
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I May Have Been Wrong
03:37
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I May Have Been Wrong
Well I’m down the road because you’re not feeling too keen
I’m in a tiny bar room where I watch the cowboy turn to Christine
Christine turns to her mother who’s just burst on the scene
Cryin’, “Deal me a fresh hand boys all I got’s this handful of dreams!”
Well I may have been wrong, anyway I’m sorry
Maybe we both have to make some amends
Well I guess that we’re both just a little bit crazy
And I’m back
(a) on your back street
(b) in your back yard
(c) on your back porch again
Well brass is brass and steel, and steel, well steel is steel
The cowboy turns to Christine and says, "Everybody should be killed!"
“Regrets?” she chuckles, “Well yeah I have had my fill!”
And she stares him straight in the eyes and punches him right through the wall.
Now down the road you jump out of his jeep
And say, “Mister, your faith requires one too many leaps…
Hey ya get to fool me once but I can see that you’re not twice shy
And if you think you crossed the line buddy you’ve hit a bullseye!”
You return home, we forge ahead with a bond as strong as steel
Some say there is no way to measure what a real woman feels
But you and me we’re way past friends, we know love ain’t cheap
And I know when I got a good hand, and I’m playing it for keeps.
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Manic Depression
03:27
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Lyrics written by Jimi Hendrix
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4. |
Come Back, Come Back
04:30
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Come Back, Come Back
Kitty told Tom what was in her heart, Kitty told Tom everything
How boring life was living with Kirk, how real unhappy she had been
Kirk’s my pal Tom repeated as he stared off into the smoke
He couldn’t believe her attitude, everything he knew was broke
She buried her face in the crook of his arm, her tears rolled onto his skin
She lifted her body up upon his and whispered, “It’s a lovin’ sin.”
Oh let me go Kitty cried to his face
Her eyes rolled up to meet his
He had no power, he had no words
‘Cause nothin’ is what it is
Lord let me go she cried in distress
And finally his will just snapped
But some events can never be redressed
Come back he cried come back!
Come back, come back, come back come back!
There was no where else for his lips to go, he couldn’t hold himself inside
Afterward he ran down all those steps, he ran because he knew it wasn’t right
Tasha told Kitty stay away from Tom,”You’ll keep your business here in town!
Ain’t no room here for a devil like you, no snake like you will drag me down!”
“A devil like me has power over you, you’re just a pathetic little witch!”
“Oh yeah well I told Kirk all about it!” “You didn’t, you’re a lyin’ little snitch!”
Oh let me go KItty cried in distress
Finally his will just snapped
It snapped it snapped it snapped it cracked
Kirk seemed crazed, firewater since dawn, a fire burning without grace
He glared at Tom and then he turned away and he took something out of a case
It was weird how the blood ran so quick like a river down onto the floor
He heard Tasha comin’, he got all his stuff and he stumbled out the back door
Kitty told Kirk, “This blood is on you, go wash it off of your hands!”
But the buzzards of vengeance circle over our heads, who knows where they gonna land?
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Monsters Are Real
Cat cat, cat cat cat cat cat cat cat
Nobody
Because I’m weird I’m all alone
Because I’m strange
You’re strange!
Rockinghorse, rockinghorse, rockinghorse!
Back and forth, back and forth
Back and forth, back and forth
He stands in the dark
Nobody gives a shit
When they get home they hit
And they hit and they hit and they hit and they hit and they hit and they hit
Coming down the basement
Beating on the bone
Coming down the stairs
Beating on the bone
Bone on bone, bone bone bone
Because I’m weird I’m all alone
Because I’m strange
Rockinghorse! Rocky rocky rocky rocky
Dark dark dark dark dark
Mister missus mister missus missus missus
No mister!
Rockinghorse…
Back and forth in the basement he rides
On his rocking horse he tries he tries
He stands in the dark
Nobody gives a shit
When they get home they hit
And they hit and they hit and they hit and they hit and they hit and they hit
Monsters are real…
All alone, all, all alone…
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6. |
I Can't Find the Party
02:34
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I Can't Find the Party
WAAAAAAAAH!
I’m the King of Alphabet Town
I’m the King of Alphabet Town
I’m the Czar of Alphabet Town
I’m the Czar who knows who you are!
But I can’t find the party
She told me it was over here
I can’t find the party
And she said there’d be FREE BEER
Somebody buy me a drink
Buy me a drink on the house!
I dunno what she’s talkin about
There ain’t no party down this street
I’m goin’ back to my local
What she think, she thinks I’m a fuckin’ tweet
I don’t need your whinin’!
Your quarters don’t mean shit
When I put this crown back on my head
Baby you know I’m gonna split!
Hey I’m the Archbishop of Avenue A!
I’m the Baron of Avenue B!
I’m the CEO of Avenue C!
I’m the Duke of Avenue D!
I’m the Hunk of Hollywood Boulevard!
I’m the Tyrant of Tiananmen Square
I’m the Governor of the Ginza!
I’m the champ of the Champs-Élysées
Somebody buy me a drink!
Buy me a house on the house!
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DanceMF
04:17
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DanceMF
Look man, look, I cannot, okay? I cannot, and I will not. I will not.
I don’t need to hear it. I don’t need to hear it. No more excuses.
I’m done! I’m done with those excuses!
Look. Look down, okay, look down, what do you see?
Two left feet! Two left feet!
You’re gettin’ out there. You’re gettin’ out there on that floor, man.
You’re gettin’ out, you’re gettin’ out there.
You don’t need to beat on my head!
No more excuses. Get out there! Get out there!
DANCE MOTHERFUCKAH!
So come up here on the floor where stillness is deplored
This ain’t no time to snore dharma will not be ignored
I know you wanna chill like sippin’ cocktails in Brazil
But time ain’t standin’ still, you must assert your will
So lose those stylin shoes, this ain’t no interview
The mojo’s in the groove come on now cycle through your moves!
Come on down and groove like you’re in the mood
Come on down and groove like you’ve come unglued
Now you’re writhin in the muck, you’re dippin like a duck
Hey look at all those schmucks, staring thunderstruck
You’re a Sufi whirlin’ fool, you’re talkin’ outta school
You hold the silver jewel, now you’re kickin like a mule
Tearing off your head, you’re jumping on the bed
Just like a newlywed — just don’t toss out your meds
You’re dancin’ off your ass, it’s as if you got no class
You’re diggin’ in the trash, you’re rollin’ in the grass!
All I wanna do is let it go!
All I wanna do is let it go!
All I wanna do is let it by!
All I wanna do is let it fly!
Like a moth to the flame, this riff is just insane
You’re shakin’ out the pain, you boogie in the rain
You’re swingin’ in the trees, you’re glidin’ on the breeze
You pollinate with bees, you’re tryin’ not to sneeze
You’re tearin’ off your limbs, they’re turning into fins
You’re growing brand new skin, you’re lookin deep within
You leave the earth in ruins you’re blastin’ past the moon
You’re fillin’ up balloons like a cosmonaut baboon!
This riff is on repeat
It’s knockin’ on the beat
It’s gettin’ to your feet
It’s getting to my feet!
It’s getting to me!
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8. |
Shakin' Street
03:16
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Written by MC5.
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9. |
Her Big Night Out
06:14
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Her Big Night Out
Well she’s coastin’ up the coastline where she useta feel abandoned
Lookit, she’s strollin in the garden where she always feels alone
Castin’ off her shadows, she says you caught her dreamin’
Well she’s caught up in reflection as she does a little singin’
Singin’ about nothing as she leans against your door jamb
Door jamb door jamb
Stupid choices keep me whole
She says oh oh oh oh yeah
Talk about compulsion she useta feel so useless
Listen to the voices, singin’ like a stone
Cuts her middle finger — jeez it’s really bleedin’
Well she’s comin’ up the stairway, comin’ down the hallway
Openin’ it up as she leans against your door jamb…
Awful voices wash me clean
She says oh oh oh oh yeah
Suddenly she felt liberated. She’d been so alone but now there was something odd in her eyes
as we walked down the hall past all those Impressionists who had made such a fine impression.
We went down, we went down
Down down down down down down
Down into the water lilies
Oh God
Have you seen the woman with her special grin
Well she jumps on the dancefloor and starts to begin
She’s all wound up, she’s such a good friend
She’s spinning in circles just like John Glenn
It’s just the apocalypse it isn’t the end
Jimmy and Zulu and her main man Ray
Shaking with heatstroke, they drop by to say
They’re in love with Our Lady of Reversible Eyes
Who’s seein’ the lilies deep down inside
Look at her now, hey look at her go
She’s ridin’ the panther, she’s herdin’ the crows
She’s got a handful of invites she needs to extend
Hey take it easy, take it easy, take it easy my friend!
IT'S NOT THE END!!!!
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Ritual Tension New York, New York
Ritual Tension began in 1983 in NY as part of the downtown scene. After a long hiatus the band reappeared in 2018 and
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