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Slightly Stoopid - Closer To The Sun, Closer To The Sun

www.slightlystoopid.com

Sidenote: there’s an awesome live video of this song on the homepage of their website.

If I think she beautiful, well that’s for sure 
Give a little loving, but I still gon need some more, rob it 
Stealing from the rich and then give it to the poor 
Telling everybody it don’t matter anymore, she said 
All I really needed was a friend like you 
Help me through and together we can change, but 
If I was to stay it wasn’t for too long 
People sing the same song everywhere I’m going 
Closer to the sun and far from the moon 
People screaming out they gonna see me real soon, they say oooo 

If I think she beautiful, well that’s for sure 
Give a little loving, but I still gon need some more, rob it 
Stealing from the rich and then give it to the poor 
Telling everybody it don’t matter anymore, said 
All I really needed was a friend like you 
Help me through and together we can change, but 
If I was to stay it wasn’t for too long 
People sing the same song everywhere I’m going 
Closer to the sun and far from the moon 
People screaming out they gonna see me real soon, they say oooo

Steel Pulse - Roller Skates (Life Without Music), Earth Crisis

www.steelpulse.com

Out on the corner
With my roller skates
Having fun with the girls
Says I’m feeling great woo
In the dark of the night
Street lamps glowing
On full blast is my radio
Radio

Up comes this guy in his flashy car
In his mouth stuck a big cigar
Needed my help said he lost his way
I never heard a word he said
To find some street, said he wanted instructions
So I turned down the music
To point out directions, guess what?
Guy jumped on me messed up my clothes
Smashed and grabbed my radio
Calling all detectives
A criminal at large smoking
A big fat cigar in a flashy car
And think him some superstar

Life life without music
I can’t go go no
Life without music I can’t go

I’m gonna get him
The last thing I do
Must get a beating
Till him red and blue

Didn’t take long to catch him
Parked up car and music blasting
On the sidewalk he was dancing
Stealing the show, the people watching
Roller skate gang
Was hot on his tracks
Stick him up mister
Give me back Give me back
Give me back Give me back
My radio
Guy jumped on me messed up my clothes
Smashed and grabbed my radio
Calling all detectives
a criminal at large smoking
a big fat cigar in a flashy car
And think him some super star

Life life without music
I can’t go
Life life without music
I can’t go

Life without music
Bimma! murder style
Dem have fe get a beatin’
Say dem have fe get a beatin’
Nothing greater nothing best
Like the music from my wireless
And the only thing that I detest
Is the man who steal my wireless
him ha fe run like a fugitive
Him ha fe run from detective
Samuel Thomas is the thief name
lie must a lead life of shame
Some a dem call him Uncle Sam
Some a dem call him Uncle Tom
Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom
Yes they are the same man
S.A.M. means “stealaway music”
T.O.M. means “thiefer of music”
The druna and the bass
Have fe move me waist
The ridim and skank
Me have JAH fe thank.
The lyrics and song
Me have fe keep me strong
Samuel Thomas him have fe get vank
Him have fe get a beatin’
Him have fe get a beatin’

Black Mountain - Tyrants, In The Future

http://www.facebook.com/BlackMountainOfficial

The Morning Benders - Promises, The Big Echo

www.themorningbenders.com

This spirit is holding us down,
Pushing our shoulders in deep.
Pulling us through the lines,
Toasting our backs in the sun.
And I’m waiting to hear my next call,
We got all our ears pressed against the wall.

But now our gaze is set straight,
We’re seeing it all eye to eye.
The balance is still chasing after,
Just hanging on as we walk by.

And they say it’s only natural,
They say we’re coming along just fine.
But I can’t help thinking we grew up too fast,
And I know, I know this won’t last, a second longer than it has.

Children you will be cared for at once,
Warmed in our arms like promises plucked from above.

This world is only getting smaller,
The choices aren’t ours to be made.
I’m into wasting my days,
I feel like wasting my days.

And I see what’s coming on,
And I can’t say it will all be fine.
And I can’t help thinking we grew up too fast,
No I can’t help thinking we grew up too fast
And I know, I know, I know this won’t last, a second longer than it has.

Angus & Julia Stone - Mango Tree, Memories of an Old Friend

www.angusandjuliastone.com

I wish I had a mango tree
In my backyard
With you standin next to me
Take the picture
From her lips I heard her say
Can I have you
Caught up in what to say
I said you do

I said you do
I said you do

Through my eyes I can see
A shooting star
Weavn it’s way across the sea
Somewhere from mars
Down the street we would run
To scratch our names in the park
Young and free in the sun
Wheels upon the tar
I said you do
I said you do
I said you do
I said you do

Citizen Cope - All Dressed Up, Every Waking Moment

www.citizencope.com

She’s weighin’ on my mind and it won’t let up
I couldn’t get enough of her
She’s out on the town and she’s all dressed up
I couldn’t get enough of her
She walked into the room and the place lit up
I couldn’t get enough of her
Distance is lifting me up
I couldn’t get enough of her love
I couldn’t get enough of her

Here’s a song for you I play
From all of my life, from all of my days
Life is short but the summer is long
And we could get together a lot before the fall
And when you get near, close enough to hear, my mind just settles
The thoughts just clear
And I could touch you right
And I could rush you right and
Them walls gonna fall like the full moon-light

Yeah Yeah
She’s weighin’ on my mind and it won’t let up
I couldn’t get enough of her
She’s out on the town and she’s all dressed up
I couldn’t get enough of her
She walked into the room and the place lit up
I couldn’t get enough of her
Distance is lifting me up
I couldn’t get enough of her love
I couldn’t get enough of her

Here’s a song for you I play
From all of my life, from all of my days
Life is short but the summer is long
And we could get together a lot before the fall
And when you get near, close enough to hear, my mind just settles
The thoughts just clear
And I could touch you right
And I could rush you right and
Them walls gonna fall like the full moon-light

Yeah Yeah
She’s weighin’ on my mind and it won’t let up
I couldn’t get enough of her
She’s out on the town and she’s all dressed up
I couldn’t get enough of her
She walked into the room and the place lit up
I couldn’t get enough of her
Distance is lifting me up
I couldn’t get enough of her love
I couldn’t get enough of her

Yeah Yeah
She’s weighin’ on my mind and it won’t let up
I couldn’t get enough of her
She’s out on the town and she’s all dressed up
I couldn’t get enough of her
She walked into the room and the place lit up
I couldn’t get enough of her
Distance is lifting me up
I couldn’t get enough of her love
I couldn’t get enough of her

I couldn’t get enough of her
I couldn’t get enough of her

Shpongle - Divine Moments of Truth (DMT), Are You Shpongled?

www.shponlge.com

Mason Jennings - Machines, 180 Degrees South: Conquerors of the Useless Soundtrack

www.masonjennings.com

Will you remember me
The way I was, when I was free?
An open book that we could read
Together

Will I haunt your dreams?
A mocking bird with broken wings
A burned out barn, an empty swing
Forever

Time turns and then it flies
A waterfall of lullabies
A smiling girl with crying eyes
Forget her

Moonlight upon her face
A story book of empty space
Where you and I feel out of place
Together

Will we remember this?
The way it was or how it is
What we love or what we miss
Forever

Will we turn loose at last
The schools of thought from whence we’ve cast
And let our boats go sailing past
Untethered

One fine morning, one fine morning
The machines are gonna cut us down
One fine morning, one fine morning
The machines are gonna cut us down

Ratatat - Black Heroes, LP3

www.ratatatmusic.com/

Murs - God’s Work, The End of the Beginning

www.mursworld.com

I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe’s rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach settle down
Then fell into the shower as to let the funk drown
Put Degree under my arms, turned off the alarm
You only set it to regret it
A million things to do but work is where I’m headed
The dreaded grindstone on the edge of my bed
I sit and let my mind zone on how fun last night was
Started with a light buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade
I was trying to get laid, but, got no action
It was back to the crib for personal satisfaction
Triple X, dvd’s, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work
So I fly out the door while I’m putting on my shirt
Start the car and then I’m off to get in trouble with my boss
He runs his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish he’d lay me off
So that I could lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth
But now I’m assed out, ‘cause these fools on the freeway
be driving like they ain’t got nowhere to go
You know those fucks in the fast lane moving hella slow
Got me yelling at my windshield
Now it’s like 10 ‘till I want to call in
Man I think it everyday but I’m not ballin’
So I got to go get paid and continue the charade of
Customer service since I don’t get commission
My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a nice day
‘Cause what I got to say even if they were rude
And gave me attitude it’s a shame what I have to do to get written fool

I work hard
Goddamn hard
To keep this roof over my head
And pay off these credit cards
I work hard
Goddamn hard
So I could pay off all my debt
And get a house with a yard
I work hard
Goddamn hard
To put that gas off in the tank
And make the payments on this car
I work hard
Goddamn hard
So I could wild out every weekend
And buy drinks at the bar

Try being on the road for 45 days straight
Road manager’s the driver and myself plus 8
Other motherfuckers and their idio-sympatic
‘Sop brought two-systems he’s a video fanatic
Sunspot got enough weed to give me contact for the month and a half
PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot with his rotten ass
Of course Grouch brought a task that’ll fill his time plot
Trying to hook Pro-Tools to his new laptop
Eligh’s on the last cot a hypocondriac
So with him you never know if it’s a fever or an act
Scarub’s usually either reading, writing, or sleeping
And Bicasso needs to use somebodies celly’s on the creeping
Me I’m simply dreaming plotting schemes to get some money
Almost forgot about Arata but you know
As we tour throughout the country everybody starts to argue over what we
watch on tv and who drank the last brew, who’s been hating on who
Maybe throw a punch or two until a virus breaks out
And how healthy can you be?
When you getting little sleep and all you eat is take out
But the show must go on when you live in dusk ‘till dawn
If I don’t rap every night, I might lose a fan
So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand
And I haven’t even spoke on the one night stands
Yeah that might sound fly to the average guy
But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by
So I try to play the sidelines
Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to stay faithful
So I cheat not because I hate my girl because I miss her
Eventhough she won’t believe me when I say I only kissed her
Been home a couple days and she still won’t speak
Still I got to hit the road again
Begin another week

I work hard
Goddamn hard
To keep this roof over my head
And pay off these credit cards
I work hard
Goddamn hard
So I could pay off all my debt
And get a house with a yard
I work hard
Goddamn hard
To put that gas off in the tank
And make the payments on this car
I work hard
Goddamn hard!