Lyrical Response

[muppy]

I'd have sworn
That with time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong
Now I find
Just one thing makes me forget

 

Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart

[PastaJoe]

Don't make me feel any colder
Time is like a clock in my heart
Touch we touch was the heat too much
I felt I lost you from the start
In time we could've been so much more
But time is precious I know
In time we could've been so much more
The time has nothing to show because
Time won't give me time
And time makes lovers feel
Like they've got something real
But you and me we know
We've got nothing but time
And time won't give me time
Won't give me time

[BillsFanNC]

I'm not looking back, but I want to look around me now
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Time stand still

Summer's going fast, nights growing colder
Children growing up, old friends growing older
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
The innocence slips away

[PastaJoe]

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

[muppy]

You and me, we used to be together
Every day together, always
I really feel that I'm losin' my best friend
I can't believe this could be the end
It looks as though you're lettin' go
And if it's real, well, I don't want to know

 

Don't speak, I know just what you're sayin'
So please stop explainin'
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

[DrW]

I got a girlfriend that's better than this
But you don't remember at all
As we get older and stop making sense
You won't find her waiting long
Stop making sense, stop making sense
Stop making sense, making sense
I got a girlfriend shes's better than that
And nothing is better than this (Is it?)

[PastaJoe]

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, you're the best

[DD4Bills]

Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway

 

Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes

[Bill from NYC]

Every morning there's a halo hangin' from the corner
Of my girlfriend's four-post bed
I know it's not mine but I'll see if I can use it
For the weekend or a one-night stand

 

Couldn't understand
How to work it out
Once again as predicted, left my broken heart open
And you ripped it out

[PastaJoe]

Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again
Learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in
Take these broken wings

[muppy]

 

I'm in the dark, I'd like to read his mind
But I'm frightened of the things I might find
Oh, there must be something he's thinking of
To tear him away, eh-aye
When I tell him that I'm falling in love
Why does he say, eh-aye

Hush hush, keep it down now
Voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now
Voices carry

[DD4Bills]

Voices repeating me
"Feeling threatened, we reflect your hopes and fears"
Voices discussing me
"Others steal your thoughts, they're not confined within your mind"

[PastaJoe]

Leave your cares behind
Come with us and find
The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind

Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your mind

[Bill from NYC]

Get this train
Know you'll be glad you came
Hit the track
Party hard there and back

Leave your worries behind (leave your worries behind)
'Cause rain, shine, won't mind
We're ridin' on the groove line tonight

[PastaJoe]

Your pops caught you smoking, and he says, "No way"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag

 

You gotta fight for your right to party

[muppy]

Sittin' in the classroom, thinkin' it's a drag
Listenin' to the teacher rap just ain't my bag
By the two bells ring, you know it's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rule
'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Hey, hey

[Bill from NYC]

Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation

Ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey, hey

[PastaJoe]

I heard the news, baby
All about your disease
Yeah, you may have all you want, baby
But I got somethin' you need, oh yeah

Ain't talkin' 'bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' 'bout love
Just like I told you before
Yeah, before

[DD4Bills]

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do

[Bill from NYC]

Well, my mama told me, my papa told me too
Now my mama told me, Papa told me too
Well, I shouldn't be here trying
To sing these railroad blues

Wish I had a-listened to what my mama said
Wish I had a-listened to what my mama said
Well, I wouldn't be here trying to
Sleep in this cold iron bed