Lyrics:
another one for the record book
Well I'm not
What do you say now?
Never really knew before how much you wanted me
It won't be the same
I don't think
more
Time before I left for good
She thought I'd come back but I
Wouldn't want to seem like other guys
A book-and-record love
We sat and read our
about to fall
Down come all them record books cradle and all
They say before he bit it
That the boxer felt no pain
But somewhere there's a gamblin'
belongings piled in my wardrobe
Stacks of bags, bedding, records, books, and clothes
I could really do without it but tell me so
If you loved me why did you
more
Time before I left for good
She thought I'd come back but I
Wouldn't want to seem like other guys
A book-and-record love
We sat and read our
old record books of paid and due
Down in the depths of a battered old trunk, a queer, quaint valentine torn in two
Broken hearts and arrows, and silver
the pressure shake you
This chance at the record books
Will you be the hero of this day and take your place like you know you could
You can have it all
You can
a scrum-half
And I played on the wing
After the game Koos manned the bar
And I’d play guitar and sing
They said you’re going in
The Guinness Book of Records
For
haircuts
You sold your old punk records
Read the book instead
You lost your sense of humour
But you kept the queen is dead
You don't look yourself
an undistinguished room
With a single bed
I used to share with you
At the weekend
Books and records
New wave and disco
We'll go for a swim
And then the Cafe
And just when I think you're out of my head
I hear a song that you sang or see a book that you read.
Then you're in every bar, you're in every cafŽ,
record books
To show them youngin' how to really cook
Whip up a hit like it's pasta
Tryna eat steak and lobster
Good brain head doctor
And I swear she
for the record books
That's how it seems
That's what we said
Now we got these empty spots and empty hearts
But life goes
We taking pictures
Stacking with no limits
Handling big business
Word to the Guinness
Doing my record book, let me finish
I go Don Julio, I'm
and contemplating
Why you would ever do me wrong
And you've been been blaring, cussing & swearing
Bout why I never wrote you that song
Well here's one for the record
the record books
Prophetic speech as in the book of Isaiah
Shall we engage ourselves in it?
I am falling from powerlessness to express myself
me of something but I tried not to stare
You left so early I'd forgotten your name
So I searched through old record books or something so lame
When I
(Zaytoven)
What up Zay?
We going in the record books
With this mother fucking CD right here boy
You know what this is
Elevation
I was
Rainbow dancing all up in your face form my ear
If one thing clear
That boy Tay ain't playin this year
This one for the record books
Put me in the rafters
more than ive always been
Another sad song for the record book
That hasnt been filled past the first page
And the seconds got a similar fate
I could
records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em
To the subways of the modern world
How they pack so many in
Quick call the Guinness Book of Records
Well you have to admit
That he's come a long way
Since
better, you better, you bet)
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you, cut you like a knife
I lay on the bed with you
We could make some book
between the books and dusty records
If you look for me I reckon I’ll be there
I gonna put me in a self-storage locker
And wait until I’m needed once again
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