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This seems more appropriate as to how I’m feeling

New York is Killing Me- Gil Scott-Heron

Yeah the doctors don’t know, but New York was killing me,
Bunch of doctors coming round, they don’t know
That New York is killing me
Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee

Let me tell ya fast city ain’t living all
It’s cracked up to be
Fast city living it all
It’s cracked up to be
Yes seem I need to go home
And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee

Yes I lay down, I lay down
The doctor: “Try to take it all in”
Yeah lay down, lay down
To try to take it all in
(Take it all in)

Yeah you got 8 million people
And I didn’t have a single friend
Don’t you know, don’t you know
New York was killing me
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee

Lord have mercy, mercy on me
Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee
Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me

Yeah I need to be back home, need to be back home,
Need to be back home, need to be back home yeah
Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee
Yeah I born in Chicago but I…

De La Cruz- Runaway

I’ve got no plans so come waste my time

‘Cause I’ve been waiting for a million years for you to come and blow my mind 
My love is a shotgun. It’s like a 12 gauge to your soul
And I’m a game that you just can’t win, but tonight just lose control 

And I know it’s the same old fire. 
You’re caught in the flames, the burning desire of 
Love, and you don’t need to runaway

Love, and you don’t need to runaway

Dumb blonde baby you’re out of line
You can’t expect to just look so cute and not wind up being mine
My love is a shotgun. It’s like a 12 gauge to your soul
And I’m a game that you just can’t win, but tonight just lose control 

And I know it’s the same old fire. 
You’re caught in the flames, the burning desire of 
Love, and you don’t need to runaway

Love, and you don’t need to runaway

Caught up in the fire of love… 

Love, and you don’t need to runaway

Drop Dead Legs- Van Halen.

Awesome album.

Ow!
Drop dead legs
Pretty smile
Hurts my head
Gets me wild

Dig that steam
Giant butt
Makes me scream
I get a nut nut nuthin 
but the shakes over you
(Nothin) Nothin’ else could ever do

You know that you want it (Woo!)
I know what you need
You know that you want it (Baby!)
When the night is through 
Will I still be lovin’ you? (Woo!)

Dig those moves
Vampire
Set me loose
Get it higher

Throw my rope
Loop-de-loop
Nice white teeth; Betty Boop
Play it cool,
Real heavy
I ain’t fooled
Get it ready
Ooh, oh baby!

You know that you want it (oh, oh oh)
I know what you need (Ooh!)
You know that you want it (Baby)
When the night is through, (Ow!)
Will I still be lovin’ you? (Uh!)

Revisited this album tonight and was reminded how *good* it is.

The Gaslight Album, “Old Haunts”

A cherry bomb, you are a mystery
Exploded, sparkling quiet nights
My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby
To fingertips that might ignite
And all along you knew my story, didn’t you
And all night long I carried yours
Your blood was mixed wine and robbery, baby
And left us always wanting more

So don’t sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who says
If you’d have known me when
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

Cherry bomb, your love is surgery
Removing what you don’t regard
And every breath felt like a funeral, baby
While you were packing up your car
And with the window down
I hear your tired mouth
You borrowed everything
And wore all your old welcomes out
And shame on you, my love
You sold your youth away
Memories are sinking ships
That never would be saved

So don’t sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who says
If you’d have known me when
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

And shame, shame, shame, shame on you
You kept your mind and heart and youth
Just like a tomb
And shame, shame, shame, shame on you
You kept your mind and heart and youth
Just like a tomb

And don’t sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
So God help the man who say
If you’d have known me when
Old haunts are for all those ghosts
And don’t sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who says
If you’d have known me when
God help the man who says
If you’d have known me when
God help this man who says
My baby, if you’d have known me when
Old haunts are all we’ve ever known

Reckless Love, “One More Time.”

Now there’s an open road
Baby I’ve got to go ‘cause I’ve been here for far too long
We had our good times I know but baby I’m gettin’ old
And the winters are far too cold for rock n’ roll

We were never the perfect couple
We were never nothin’ but trouble

We gotta do it one more time
One night together
One more time, one crazy ride
One more time, on one another
One more time we say goodbye
I can’t stay with you forever
Baby you’re the best fun that I’ve had
So one more time one night together
Make it mad!

Now it’s the time to leave, didn’t we both agree
There’s a lot more for us to do and the world to see (Yeah, didn’t we?!)
Free, the feeling of great relief when I hear the sound of my wheels
I’ve set myself free again back on the streets

We were never the perfect couple
We were never nothin’ but trouble

We gotta do it one more time!
One night together
One more time, One crazy ride
One more time , On one another
One more time we say goodbye
I can’t stay with you forever
Baby you’re the best fun that I’ve had
So one more time one night together
Make it mad!

Make it mad!

We were never the perfect couple
We were never nothin’ but trouble

We gotta do it one more time!
One night together
One more time, One crazy ride
One more time , On one another
One more time we say goodbye
I can’t stay with you forever
Baby you’re the best fun that I’ve had
So one more time one night together
Make it mad!

fuckyeahrecklesslove:

Reckless Love - Born To Break Your Heart

Brakes (or Brakesbrakesbrakes as they’re known in the States)- Crush On You

Burning bush, burning rubber, burning thighs,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

Skull and bones, rock and roll, magpie,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

Fritz Lang, laser eyes, freedom fries,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

Joan of Ark, redwood bark, Cutty Sark,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

Isis, bite your tongue, whirlpool,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

Vampire, snake eyes, snake face,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

Take your money, take yourself, save each other,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on us.

Take two, take control, stand up,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on us.

Is this the first of the season?
It is the first of the…

Tian Chao, Kurdistan, open out,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

Shake your tail, time sails, I hope it pales,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on us.

Back in time, backing track, crack and sack,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on us.

Cape Town, mothers’ smiles, we walk for miles,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on us.

Save the best, save your chains, save yourselves,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on us.

Furnace heat, furnace light, tell the truth,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

Burning bush, burning rubber, burning eyes,
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you.

It is the first of the season;
Is this the first of the…?

Shotgun, the war is won, I meant to say,
(Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you)

Perfect use of this song during a scene that made me quite happy on last night’s How I Met Your Mother

The Pixies- “Hey”

Hey
Been trying to meet you
Hey
Must be a devil between us
Or whores in my head
Whores at my door
Whores in my bed
But hey
Where have you been?
If you go i will surely die
We’re chained

Uh, said the man to the lady
Uh, said the lady to the man she adored
And the whores like a choir
Go uh all night
And Mary ain’t you tired of this
Uh
Is
The
Sound
That the mother makes when the baby breaks
We’re chained

Oh yeah, I’m loving sleazy glam metal again. Not Finnish and sometimes a little too jokey (at least for me) but I’ll forgive them.

Steel Panther, “Supersonic Sex Machine”