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Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.

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If

Day by Day

Ziggy Marley

Fallen Is Babylon

1997

Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one

alone I fear

Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes

Played in shorter version:
If you think that love isn't
Found on the radio
Well tune right in you made
Find the love you lost
'Cause now I'm sitting here

Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one

This Is Something for the Radio

Biz Markie

Goin' Off

1988

Cause radio will last to infinity
As long as my name is the B-I-Z
Emmezah-A-R-K and I'm hear to say
Number one entertainment form in the like U.S.A

of communication and
I knew I could sing from being
In tune with the radio
I would listen to whatever my
Mom played in the car
The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine

a better version of me
That's the creed, I bleed force, power and prosperity, intuition, bliss and poetry
Read the book then close it and go to sleep then

the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who

Done

Chris Janson

Done

2019

faith you can hang your dreams on
Check 'em off one by one

In that house on a hill with a four plank around it
Every last breath 'til the last star

stare beyond compare
clutching crown of ancient prayer
engrossed despair”
and i accept my last breath
a call to arms is what was left 
as i synchronize

Thick As A Brick, Pt. 1

Jethro Tull

Thick as a Brick

1972

Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My word's but a whisper your deafness a shout
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your

against me
Here I go again talking about death
Want to see my kids become millionaires before my last breath
Take two steps to the front of the crowd
Till

Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"

Mum loves

you became a disc jockey
I'm cycling by where all these pigeons live
And I tried to do the same thing I got a microphone
Living easy-peasy, breezy

take ya last breath
They want you gone but you're still in the game
Bare ya soul they ain't feeling ya pain
They ain't feeling ya pain
Such a shame I

version of you

I used to want the racks by the duffle and the checks by the millions
Wanted to protect my investment, invest in my children
Now

popping
Remember the baby name's we were rockin
Had that early
Since the last time I saw you No rest, Work, No stopping
Ready to drop my album when's yours

faith you can hang your dreams on
Check 'em off one by one

In that house on a hill with a four plank around it
Every last breath 'til the last star

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's

Song and lyric by Dhana and Ilham (new version)
crrangement by FMGL

Last Kiss

We stand up
Share everything we have done before
cnd time is running

pray for death on your last breath
I lay in this train
Just killed by this Guy
I got on train showed the ticket
Found my seatplace in this train
He went

the righteous stand 
Usin' music 'cause it's all I've got 
And I'd give my last breath for some real hip-hop  
Stop look listen and be aware 
For modern day

or die with creed. Follow me 
Into eternity. 


Untapped potential, Uncontrolled power controlling me. Growing stronger with each breath I breathe.