Eric Carmen - Boats Against The Current

Artist: Eric Carmen
Music Album: Boats Against The Current
(Music Song Lyrics):
I know it's over
You know its over
We're just goin' through the motions
But we're sailing separate oceans worlds apart.
And you know it's breakin' my heart.

I was a dreamer
You were a dreamer
But perfection is consuming
And it seems we're only human after all
And we've both been heading straight for a fall.

(Chorus)
But tomorrow
We'll run a little bit faster
Tomorrow
We're gonna find what we're after at last
Feeligns that we left in the past
There's romance in the sunset
We're boats against the current to the end.

Maybe we're older
Maybe we're colder
So we disregard solutions
While we cling to our illusions once again
And we keep rememberin' when.

Seasons are changing
Reasons are changin'
But the story isn't ending
So we find ourselves pretending one more day
And the years keep slipping away....

(Chorus)
Copyright 1977 C.AM.-USA
Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos
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Eric Carmen - I Think I Found Myself

Artist: Eric Carmen
Music Album: Boats Against The Current
(Music Song Lyrics):
It's been a long time comin'
But I think I've got it figure out
Sometimes the easiest things are still
The hardest ones to learn about
Well I was struggin' so hard for my freedom
And it was there all the time
But I just couldn't see it

(Chorus)
I think I found myself
I think I found what I'm looking for.

Well I got sidetracked somewhere
Tho I really can't recall just when
I lost my inspiration and I couldn't get it back again.
I trusted everyone else so completely
Well I was deaf, dumb and blind
But I'll be damned if I I'll let 'em defeat me.

I'm tired of tricks and politics
And future's burnin' bright
I'm on the line and out of time
For once in my life
I'm gonna do what I think is right.

Copyright 1976 by C.A.M.-U.S.A.
Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos
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Guided By Voices - Skills Like This

Artist: Guided By Voices
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Reinvented nightly
Wake up with skills like this
And do you want me in your head?
But what's behind your scattered eyesigns?

I want to reinvent you now

Fifty hats and bargain suits
We will wear them if we must
But who will be a human boot?
Kick the wave of current hotlines?

I want to reinvent you now

Reinvent you nightly
Reinvite you rightly
I'll reunite you
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Saafir the Saucee Nomad - Bent

Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Music Album: Boxcar Sessions
(Music Song Lyrics):
I've been down this corridor
Before you enter you have to bring
Back the creator of winter damn
Too late I'm spoiled I need the napalm
I got it I shot it in my left sector
Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
Time shifted I had to remold the floor
The foundation for creation mate's blend
The pleasure dome into another roam
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin
I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn,
No I'm not in the lawn under pawns -
Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current
Currents of electricity; They can't get wit me
Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds,
Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt -
Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
My sight twitches - I'm bent.

Second Scene: I'm the star in a step show
Around corners, the coroner's office;
Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug
Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid,
A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
It's a sport for me to take another life on landing,
Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.
It's my job to resign frauds,
The odd is against you got a degree in me,
So I know that I flow, credentials are essential -
It's blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.
I don't feel the vibe, abstract art the veal
Doesn't heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.
Swinging on a duet with the bullet.
I never pull out for suspense - I'm on a bent mission.

Jack Cousteau couldn't take it no deeper -
I'm a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker
Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:
Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I'm droppin
The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it.
I seen it beneath where the cowards hope
Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost
Treasure through measures in bars - I'm bent
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Bishop: True Crimes

Artist: Bishop
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro]
True...crime (Fire Squad)
True...crime
True...crime (here we go)
True...crime

[Bishop]
Good Lord they shootin' at me
Smile on my face 'cause I'm trigger happy
Bitch get my drink and make it snappy
'fore I leave your ass screamin' for a taxi
True Crimes and nothin' but
I just seen that nigga Reuben jack a ice cream truck
Then quick across the street and rob a Pizza Hut
American Idol ain't my title
I'm Elmer Fudd with a big ass rifle
Lurkin' the block, homicidal
And robbin' nuns, gimme your bible (I'm kidding)
Don't you know I'm loco homes
With a trenchcoat like Sherlock Holmes
Full of shotguns and big ass chromes (why)
Set to break in all your homes (why)
And take that, take that, like Puffy Combs

[Chorus: Bishop]
Gimme your gun, gimme your knife (why)
It's True Crimes, better run for your life
Hide your kids, hold your wife (why)
It's True Crimes, better touch your ice
Cut your purse, stash your cash (why)
It's True Crimes, I'm about to blast
Call the cops and lock your doors (why)
It's True Crimes, and I'm taking yours

[Bishop]
Went up to the store and I picked 'em
Mask and gloves, guess what, it's a stick 'em
Gimme all your money honey and a big gold band
Too quick bitch witch don't say no I'm so
Out my mind I can't be serious
Get hit so hard you'll have an out of body experience
No interference with the current proceedings
Or you'll be well in sand for some serious beatings
Oh hi, oh my it's a tough guy
Get your face messed up like I'm Vanilla Sky
You used to be a super-size now you're just a small fry
Ain't got enough gas so I do a walk-by (b

Biz Markie: Vapors

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Goin' Off
(Music Song Lyrics):
These lyrics are replacing the current one which have some flaws:::


Can you feel it
Nothin' can save ya
For this is the seaon of catchin' the vapors
And since I got time what I'm gonna do
Is tell ya how it spreaded throughout my crew
Well you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music" "Nobody Beats the Biz"
Well check it
Back in the days before this began
He used to try to talk to this girl name Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair
When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed
Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS"
Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer
My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wears fly Bally boots
Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits
Now she stop frontin' and wants to speak and
And be comin' to all the shows
Every single weekend
To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please
Dyin' for the day to get skeezed
She caught the vapors (4X)
I got another partner that's calm and plain
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
A mellow type of fellow that's laid back
Back in the days, he was nothin' like that
I remember when he used to fight every day
What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey
He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied
And a rasta-type Kangol tilted to the side
Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad
And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had
They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
But now he's grown up, to their surprise
Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide
Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin'
"Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now!"
They caught the vapors (4X)
Now I got a cousin by the name of Vaughn Lee
Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V
He cuts scratch, transform with finesse
...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess
Well I remember when he first started to rock
And tried to get this job in a record shop
He was in it to win it but the boss fronted
Said, "Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted"
Now my cousin Vaughn still tried on and on and on
'Til the like break of dawn
To put this j-o-b in effect
But they'd look right past him and be like "Next!"
Now for the year of '88
Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight
He walks into the same record shop as before
And the boss be like, "Vaughn, welcome to my store!"
Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it
Damn it feels goo to see people up on it
'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't
Now guess what they caught from my cousin
The vapors
They caught the vapors (4X)
Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town
So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ"
They said "No" and treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed
Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay
I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
They acted like I wanted to keep it
Instead of tryin' to use it
But now things switched without belief
"Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nobel Street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze
They caught the vapors (4X

Saafir - Bent

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I've been down this corridor -
Before you enter you have to bring
Back the creator of winter damn,
Too late I'm spoiled, I need the napalm
I got it, I shot it in my left sector,
Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
Time shifted I had to remold the floor
The foundation for creation - mate's blend
The pleasure dome into another roam -
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin
I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn,
No I'm not in the lawn under pawns -
Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current
Currents of electricity; They can't get wit me
Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds,
Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt -
Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
My sight twitches - I'm bent.

Second Scene: I'm the star in a step show
Around corners, the coroner's office;
Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug
Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid,
A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
It's a sport for me to take another life on landing,
Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.
It's my job to resign frauds,
The odd is against you got a degree in me,
So I know that I flow, credentials are ess
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