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Night Game

Paul Simon

Still Crazy After All These Years

1975

There were two men down
And the score tied
In the bottom of the eight
When the pitcher died

And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uniform was torn
And his number was left on the ground

Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than these teams

There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost

I wanna play back
Mama knew I was a needle in a hay stack
A Bugatti boy, plus Maybach
I got a feeling it's a rap, ASAP

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah

The mountain top, walk on water
I got power, feel so royal
One second I'ma strike all you
Diamond, platinum, no more for you
Got adrenaline, never giving in
Giving up's not an option, gotta get it in
Witness, I got the heart of twenty men
No fear, go to sleep in the lion's den
That flow, that spark, that crown
You looking at the king of the jungle now
Stronger than ever, can't hold me down
A hundred miles gunning from the pitcher's mound
Straight game face, it's game day
See me running through the crowd full of melee
No trick plays, I'm Bill Gates, take a genius to understand me

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah

Let's get it, let's get it
I know you got the good feelin'
Let's get it, let's get it
Gotta love the life that we livin'
Let's get it, let's get it
I know you got the good feelin'
Let's get it, let's get it
Gotta love the life that we livin'

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah

Sometimes I get a good feeling

I wanna play back
Mama knew I was a needle in a hay stack
A Bugatti boy, plus Maybach
I got a feeling it's a rap, ASAP

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah

The mountain top, walk on water
I got power, feel so royal
One second I'ma strike all you
Diamond, platinum, no more for you
Got adrenaline, never giving in
Giving up's not an option, gotta get it in
Witness, I got the heart of twenty men
No fear, go to sleep in the lion's den
That flow, that spark, that crown
You looking at the king of the jungle now
Stronger than ever, can't hold me down
A hundred miles gunning from the pitcher's mound
Straight game face, it's game day
See me running through the crowd full of melee
No trick plays, I'm Bill Gates, take a genius to understand me

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah

Let's get it, let's get it
I know you got the good feelin'
Let's get it, let's get it
Gotta love the life that we livin'
Let's get it, let's get it
I know you got the good feelin'
Let's get it, let's get it
Gotta love the life that we livin'

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I
Never, never, never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah

Sometimes I get a good feeling

angel landing in my arms
i can't take it anymore
i'm trying to sweep up the yard
i'm trying to get out the door

they want me to reject the veils
they want me to neglect my chores
they know that i'm a family man
they see my spirit needs to soar

angels are landing
landing at my feet
they keep on demanding
that i follow their lead

give me time give me work
give me love and give me earth
time again you lift me from my feet

forgive me now forgive me then
forgive me time and time again
and time again i'm taken by a dream

angels are landing
landing at my feet
they keep on demanding
that i follow their lead

i'm walking cross the driving range
i'm standing in the batting cage
i'm walking past the batting cage
I'm flying high up the ground
my kid is on the pitcher's mound

angels are landing
landing at my feet
they keep on demanding
that i follow their lead

Gotta get down now, all around
Black, white and brown now, all around
Check out the sound now, all around
All around, all around

In every town now, all around
Gettin' on down now, all around
Check out the sound now, all around
All around, all around

On the pitcher's mound now, all around
Got royal crown now, all around
Don't drown in the sound now, all around
All around, all around

Doo doo brown now, all around
You're lost and found now, all around
I'm Brooklyn bound now, all around
All around, all around

Up and down now, all around
Fat like a cow now, all around
Check out the sound now, all around
All around, all around

Gimme a pound now, all around
Fox and the hound now, all around
Break it on down now, all around
All around, all around

Gotta get down now, all around
Black, white and brown now, all around
Check out the sound now, all around
All around, all around

In every town now, all around
Gettin' on down now, all around
Check out the sound now, all around
All around, all around

Can I live with myself if I let us down
Am I supposed to throw from the pitcher's mound
Will I ever be able to carry my weight
Was I worth their money walking through the gate
How can I ever look at the scoreboard
And where do I kick up the diamond's dirt
Is the grass greener with the outfielder's
And what if I only cause you hurt
How do I play baseball again
And how can I smile if I don't win
Oh God I don't understand this game at all
Will I ever learn how to play baseball
What if I'm born to make home-runs
If I don't pull it off am I still loved
What if I give it my best try but I
Still end up with three strikes
What if I foul and break your heart
Or the stadium lights just freak me out
If I'm good enough will the crowds go wild
What if I'm why you lose your mind
How do I play baseball again
And how can I smile if I don't win
Do I truly belong on the pitcher's mound
If I sit with the people would you still be proud
What if I swing and miss the ball
Or will I start making coach's calls
Oh God I don't understand this game at all
Will I ever learn how to play baseball
Oooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
How do I play baseball again
And how can I smile if I don't win
Do I truly belong on the pitcher's mound
If I sit with the people would you still be proud
What if I swing and miss the ball
Or will I start making coach's calls
Oh God I don't understand this game at all
Will I ever learn how to play baseball
Should I not play the game at all
Will I ever learn how to play baseball
Should I not play the game at all
Will I ever learn how to play baseball

Sat behind the pitcher's mound
It was a Saturday
It rained blood
Afterwards in a friends garage
We made no sound
Because we weren't invited
Someone said "Go"
But I don't want to go now
Someone called but
I don't want to go now
Because it's too late to be away from you
It's too late and I've got too much to lose

It’s a dirty job but somebody’s gotta do it
I see you working go and
Put your back into it
Baby I’mma watch you, just keep it moving
You know exactly what you’re doing
So go and do your dirty work
Go and do your dirty work

Ass up face down
Perfect body and she lay it to the ground
Stacked up waist down
Wanted to throw it like a pitcher on a mound
I see them niggas reaching
For their last dollar
Asking dumb questions like "baby
Do you model?"

What happened to this small forgotten town
Where words use to carry the weight
Where silence was a sound
Everybody left for a better life downtown

And baseball rolls slowly off the pitcher's mound
As I stood in batter's box once they struck me out
And I showed a sign a weakness and I swung my bat
And the fire that once burned yella turned to ash

Then Sir Lawrence of Philadelphia gave me some facts
And they lifted the weight of Olympus off my back

Sometimes when you lose my friend you win
Why does it end the good times when the good times just begin
Fortunes have nowhere left to spend
Everybody's differences have a common ground 
We let ourselves get in the way of our leaps and bounds

And  you shown a sign of weakness when you lack
And the fire that once burned yella turned to ash
And the fortress you built around you one day will crash
And will lift weight of Olympus right off your back

When we've slowed to a stop and unspun the top
Let's all go play in the sand

We've stayed too long, ‘cause the city's heart's gone
cnd now, we're just pounding sand

Jehovah stares down, the tall pitcher's mound
cnd we all, get buried in the sand

Sails set to go, out to Sandcastle Row
Many miles off of land

cll left to know, is when to heave ho
cnd pull our heads from the sand

These fragmented bits will build your next ship
cnd cast the old in the sand

I spent my small-town Saturdays watching a big 'ol movie screen
Hoping someday I'd be up there living all my dreams
And I could be a hollywood hero, make the girls all smile and weep
Think that someday they might have a boy like me
And I'd remember playing baseball, standing on the pitcher's mound
Thinking someday a fastball might get me out of this town
Maybe I could wear the pinstripes, be a Yankee true and proud
But all that seems a million dreams away right now
Cause I met you and then I knew my big dreams were done
And I'd settle down in the same small town and swear you were the one
Some might call it giving up, but it don't feel that way to me
I think it's just the two of us and our little bitty dreams
I remember I first met you, oh, how you loved to dance
Said you'd be a ballerina if you just had the chance
Maybe go to some big city, where nobody knows your name
Bathe in all the bright lights, and find your fortune and fame
But I met you and then I knew that your big dreams were done
We'd settle down in the same small town and you'd swear I was the one
Some might call it giving up, but it don't feel that way to me
I think it's just the two of us and our little bitty dreams
I remember you first told me a baby boy was on the way
And everything I thought I wanted, it just washed away
Cause I met you and then I knew my big dreams were done
I'd settle down in the same small town and try to raise a son
Some might call it giving up, but it don't feel that way to me
I think it's just the three of us and our little bitty dreams
Thank God it's just the three of us and our little bitty dreams

The caterpillars leave a trail
Down my spine, down my tail bone
I find it hard to be myself
The flying beetles swarm around
The baseball diamond, the pitcher's mound
I find it hard to leave you by yourself

I'll see you tomorrow
Under the moon's glow

The owl nests in the tree
Soon her babies will fly free
I find it hard to look away
The skunks all run through the street
I wonder when we will meet
I find it hard to stay away

I'll see you tomorrow
Under the moon's glow

I'll see you tomorrow
Under the moon's glow

Young 
Its gon' be some slow singing 
And flower bringing 
Funeral service 
Lets bow our heads 

All that shit you be talking we came to shut it down
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Like a pitcher on the mound we came to shut it down
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Like a pitcher on the mound we came to shut it down

Tensions high niggas need attention why 
Mention me I serve 'em up like lemon pie
If you touch him bet the nigga testify 
Niggas pussy like the Caitlyn Jenner guy 
Jumping off the roof the way we let them fly 
Ya laundry niggas hang 'em up and let them dry 
I write these bars feelin like im loaded lux
We used to battle on the roof the loser had to jump
Yeaaaaaaa you gon get this work nigga
My young-ins give a fuck bout wat you worth nigga
Corny nigga always been a corny nigga
Even with money you still corny nigga 
Real niggas never really have to worry 
Acting like u a bitch you must be tyler perry 
Av8 we plane but we aint playing shit 
Word to Aye bay bay i hurricane shit 

All that shit you be talking we came to shut it down
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Like a pitcher on the mound we came to shut it down
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Like a pitcher on the mound we came to shut it down

Tensions high niggas still faking tho 
Mohamed said he muslim eating bacon tho
Aint no love in streets so wat u hating for 
You Smoking good but smell like its oregano 
This the danger zone I bet you all the agents know 
Tryna make it out boy this aint the way to go 
Criminal this my Ronald Reagan flow   
Word to Biggie and Jigga nigga i love the doe
Ya that counterfeit buy a quarter ounce to flip
Its petty cuz Ya profit like pennys when u count the shit 
I chase the money wanting high amounts of it 
Nigga i need Accountants to count me in 
Where hating and jealousy is the only Sin 
My brodies b mashin they tryna get the win 
Count to 10 bring the crew get them in
Nick Cannon these twins will spit on everything 

All that shit you be talking we came to shut it down
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Like a pitcher on the mound we came to shut it down
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Shut it down yea we came to shut it down 
Like a pitcher on the mound we came to shut it down

Yeaaaaaa
Tensions high what you niggas mad for 
Its all love what you got ya mask for 
Why you throwing punches with a glass jaw 
You gettin something you asked for

Loser, I'm a loser
Abuser, bad choice chooser

I'm a bus full of last place champions
I'm one point shy of winning
Again and again

I'm Charlie Brown on the pitcher's mound
I'm the boxer on his back, flat on the ground

I'm one tenth of one second away from first and always the first loser
I never win
I never win
Cause I'm not a winner, I'm a first rate excuser, a finger pointing accuser

It's never my fault, it's always some one else
It's not me, it's not me, that's the lie I keep telling myself

I'm a loser, a loser
A bad choice chooser

A Dagger Through the Heart of St. Angele

Alexisonfire

Alexisonfire

2003

Plaid skirts that hide love
Walk in single file
Ties that restrict blood to the brain

Passing notes in math class
Freedom wear your scars of desire
It's a coming of age story
Freedom wear your scars of desire
Conflicting impulses
Freedom wear your scars of desire
Concealed regrets bent the sky
Bent (bent) the (the) sky (sky)

I've read this book before

Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass
Waiting for the three o'clock bell

I'm trying hard to forget that cold October day
When love challenged freedom to a fist fight
Freedom looked victorious
But no one was expecting the outcome on that baseball diamond
When love reached beneath her plaid jumper
And drew out a switch blade, and drove it
Directly through the heart of Saint Angeles

Go, any notion of self-government
Was left by love bleeding
On the pitcher's mound
You're (so you say you're scaring me)
Scaring me
And bleeding on the pitcher's mound (and you won't be there to catch me)

Proud love, on the

Crux of a gyre for my time
Can't even read what's on my mind
Am I pathetic was it wrong
Wasted my time it felt so long

Give it all up now waited up
Couldn't have happened there's no such luck
Just give it up now move it on
Save all your strife for what's to come

You're a vicious, bear
Your slumber, wear
Rip and tear
Wish I couldn't care

After it roams
Long way from home
And picks up the
Telephone

You make a call
Filled with your claws
And rip a hole
Inside my soul

Velma
Go ahead and run
Go on home
And play your role

Desecrate
Blank slate
Renew
Aptitude

Mountain
Pitchers mound
Three weeks
Thousand years

And He's never let me down
Imma always come back around
Got this baller sound
And Imma stare you down like I'm on the pitcher's mound
And this beat got me feeling unstoppable
And I'm like Curry I'm unblockable
Hit em with the three
It makes me feel like I'm truly free
Man, back in high school I used to listen to Drake
Back when I didn't even know my way
Yo, real gospel vibes on this track
This music is my present, please get me some gift wrap
When I had nothing to lean on
When everything feels like it's gone
Then Imma come back on top
I can't wait to get the drop on this beat
I used be so lost, I didn't even know where I was going
But now I got a light and it just keeps flowing
Man, back in high school I used to listen to Drake
Back when I didn't even know my way

When hooters giggle around
and I find nickels on the ground
I care

When the Mustangs engine purrs
and the bathromm's not hers
I care

When the pitcher's on the mound
and the wife is underground

I care
But when I've been playing this for days
I swear!

Boys will be boys and girls will be princesses
That's why I wear my tiara in gym class
Find me on the pitchers' mound
Or slammed into the lockers
They're obsessed
Boys will be boys and girls will be princes
That's why I fled the country last August
Put my throne in a moving van
And dropped my crown in Chicago
But you found it
So if you love me
Clap your hands twice
Shoot me that wristwatch's eyes
And if you love me
Turn yourself in
Give me a yes-ma'am and a kiss goodnight
Boys
I don't know what you're saying
When you're whispering
My court jester and my minister for war
Follow loyalty's vague evasive language
Translate love to love the president more
So if you love me
Sew your lips shut
I don't need words to prove that I'm enough
If you love me
Mars is close tonight
Kiss me and take us to paradise
Cupid will never take me in alive
He can try to chase me down
And put up a good fight
But my faithful servants
Dart across the night
Shooting down
Shooting down
The angels from the sky

What you see what u get
What you wanna know
What you wanna know
What you see what u get
What you wanna know
Spelling cursive alphabet
Yea I Speak the code
24 karats 24 rounds 24 shells just bounce off the ground
24 hours 24 goons 24 sells all packed by the goons
24 lb white and brown
24 hours get your ass out of town
24 years 24 rebounds 24 months without making a sound
Merry go round town down to the pitchers mound strikes out all of the hitters just picture
Screaming sounds deep inside the underground
Every one around like to marry Around
Speak the code
Leave the soul torn
Born to burn
Phenomenal ashes they earned
Circle sworn
I said word
He said word
Blanket the spirit intern
Now the sources are turn
Xerox on the printer
Get a splinter
Hit with the cinder block mister
Colder than the winter
Don fuck with a gypsy when it come to eating dinner
Arm in the sling crash and you burn
Moving in the mode, hit
Focused to the road
Road focused on the stones
Stones hoping pouring rain hope
No hope hoping no Rope never hoping
Hang man Playing hangman
Hey man couldn't spell hang man
Now I'll leave you hanging
I don't know man why you misbehaving

Im in my freeway I swear
Im getting money don't care
You cannot be in my lair
No No, Yeah
Anti-social don't talk to me
See white nikes and they see white tee's
And I know they all wanna be next to me
Cause they see my money
And I know im getting paid everyday
Smoking my eyes red yeah im in space
Woah,woah gotta get to the money and go
Ohh,Ohh you been crying and crying for so long
When you get up I know that you'll be strong
Yeah Woah,woah woah
Kicking the sauce like chin chin chong
Set off a fire alarm
I dont even know where im at
I need a hazmat
Probably up outer space
Pitcher Mound first base
Got the drip you could taste
I already run the race
What you gone say to me
Yeah I eliminate all my enemies
Yeah I left them right into pieces
Yeah and I did it without a reason
Elevate no no no no elevate
No no no no elevate
No no no no elevate
Im in my freeway I swear
Im getting money don't care
You cannot be in my lair
No No, Yeah

("That's the game!")
"But now all attention turns now
To the pitcher's mound
Turner's clutching his left shoulder and
He's writhing on the mound
Looks like he's hurt!"

I’m the type
To go all night
But baby girl ain’t got no stamina
Gimme one chance wit her
And ima damage her
Look how she moving I know to handle her
Aye
I’m the pitcher on the mound
Yessir
Throw it back another round
Yessir
In the game you on the bench
Redshirt
In my lane you exempt
Excerpt
Aye
I got my team on my back
Uh uh
But I got her legs on my shoulder
Hitting it right how a king is supposed to
Aye
She only last fa ten minutes
I got her screaming she squirming and kickin'
It’s been about a hour you know I ain’t finished
Aye
I’m the one she won’t forget it
Okay
Eat it up si vou plait
Speaking tongues make her scream
She gon be hollering my name
Wife her up then ima bring her round gang
Ima make sure that lil shawty can hang
She ain’t recording but I make her sang
Kept it a hundred with me I’m the same
Even wit money the cars the fame
Uh uh
One thing never goin change
Uh uh
One thing never goin change
Uh uh
One thing never goin change
I’m the type
To go all night
But baby girl ain’t got no stamina
Gimme one chance wit her
And ima damage her
Look how she moving I know to handle her
Aye
I’m the pitcher on the mound
Yessir
Throw it back another round
Yessir
In the game you on the bench
Redshirt
In my lane you exempt
Excerpt

Ballaholic

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

Like a fax, bitch

I know you didn't say papered up like a fats
Yeah, 'cause we do this shit
Up off the ground on a pitcher's mound
Slidin', to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya
Bat yo' G out the pocket
Run it again with a nigga that's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the hoe hollerin'
We all about dollars and collar-poppin'

Nigga, bitch, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga
Under smell this nigga
If you got your vehicle in your baby's momma's name
Nigga you'se a ballaholic, nigga you under smell me?